[Niles takes a good long while to consider the question.]
Off and on since we met back in October.
[Not an especially illuminating answer, but it's the truth. It wasn't that they'd recently started up again after a ceasefire, more like the low level skirmishes were never really halted in the first place.]
[In that good long while, Myr's gotten a lot closer to the cottage he sometimes-shares (often leaves to) L.
He stops a block or two down from it when his watch pings him again, feeling his way into an alley that (he hopes) is out of sight.
While his fury has cooled to something obdurate, glassier, his patience for dealing with the watch's spotty ability to take dictation and Niles' recalcitrance have both thinned. So:]
I remember, [icily level, with all a mage's self-control,] warning you it wouldn't work.
[In fact he'd warned Niles it would be worse than it had been, but he's keeping his hand from that dagger for the moment.]
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[It's exactly what to say to get more information out of him, just as he was trying to avoid becoming a total snitch. That hesitation goes out the window as soon as he has a record to set straight. He did what he did for a very specific purpose, one that he knows Myr knows.
He calls him directly.]
I haven't come face to lap with any old enemies recently, so regardless of these tantrums he's throwing, I got what I wanted.
[There's a choked noise from Myr's end of the watches.
Then the call drops because he has to stuff the side of a hand in his mouth to muffle the awful, humorless laughter that threatens to spill out of him.
L had taken what he'd said to heart.
For all the good it had done any of them.
He wonders if he should say as much. It seems as cruel as the laughter would have been.
But then so was what Niles had done--cruel and pointless both.]
I'm gratified to hear that, [he says when he picks up the call again.] Since I'd forbidden him using that against you even to save his own life.
[He'd wanted to hear Myr's reaction, and when the call disconnects he frowns down at his watch, only for it to flash in his face a moment later. When Myr responds he's back to being composed. He'd needed to hide his reaction....That bastard. He'd laughed. Niles doesn't answer immediately, taking a moment to register that more than anything he's disappointed he didn't get to hear what something oh so callous sounded like from Myr's oh so holy throat.]
As a man up to my eyes in his illusions I can tell you his detail, finesse, and immersion just aren't what they used to be, banned subject material or not.
[He sighs, long and rueful.]
What I want doesn't matter, because what I expected was that you had seen L and assumed or was told I was back on the offensive.
[He sighs again but this time, short and annoyed.]
I wanted to tell you my side of the story, and I've done that. He fell, I caught him, he bled, that's it. Go congratulate him on his restraint why don't you.
[Stung and furious as Myr might be, he can still recognize when something's not worth pursuing.
It's a recognition helped along by an unsubtle ripple of nausea through his Bond to L, unease indication that he bled leaves as much unsaid as the rest of Niles' declaration. The Faun's expression twists more dire at that; his death-grip on his watch eases even as he's pressing the back of a wrist to his lips and breathing deep against the urge to vomit.]
Sure, you just wanted to air your side of things, [he mutters to himself, after that's passed. (Wanting the record straight usually implied wanting the folk reading it to get the right impression and act appropriately, didn't it?)]
Like you couldn't have to the Coven to keep this whole fucking thing from kicking off.
[Well, and well. Following that track wouldn't get them anywhere.
It's time to go home and find out what L's done to himself.]
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[Niles also wants that font.]
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[Why were you two on a roof together at all, bucko.]
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But I didn't. It was an accident.
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[It says something that he's having to rely on Niles, rather than L, for the truth of what happened.]
Either of
You
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[Its this fun new habit L had picked up. So very fun. So hilarious. Just a fun game between nemeses.]
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[A pause.]
Have you two been doing this
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Off and on since we met back in October.
[Not an especially illuminating answer, but it's the truth. It wasn't that they'd recently started up again after a ceasefire, more like the low level skirmishes were never really halted in the first place.]
--> voice;
He stops a block or two down from it when his watch pings him again, feeling his way into an alley that (he hopes) is out of sight.
While his fury has cooled to something obdurate, glassier, his patience for dealing with the watch's spotty ability to take dictation and Niles' recalcitrance have both thinned. So:]
I remember, [icily level, with all a mage's self-control,] warning you it wouldn't work.
[In fact he'd warned Niles it would be worse than it had been, but he's keeping his hand from that dagger for the moment.]
Direct Call
He calls him directly.]
I haven't come face to lap with any old enemies recently, so regardless of these tantrums he's throwing, I got what I wanted.
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Then the call drops because he has to stuff the side of a hand in his mouth to muffle the awful, humorless laughter that threatens to spill out of him.
L had taken what he'd said to heart.
For all the good it had done any of them.
He wonders if he should say as much. It seems as cruel as the laughter would have been.
But then so was what Niles had done--cruel and pointless both.]
I'm gratified to hear that, [he says when he picks up the call again.] Since I'd forbidden him using that against you even to save his own life.
[Or to lose it.]
What do you want, Niles?
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As a man up to my eyes in his illusions I can tell you his detail, finesse, and immersion just aren't what they used to be, banned subject material or not.
[He sighs, long and rueful.]
What I want doesn't matter, because what I expected was that you had seen L and assumed or was told I was back on the offensive.
[He sighs again but this time, short and annoyed.]
I wanted to tell you my side of the story, and I've done that. He fell, I caught him, he bled, that's it. Go congratulate him on his restraint why don't you.
[This time he hangs up.]
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It's a recognition helped along by an unsubtle ripple of nausea through his Bond to L, unease indication that he bled leaves as much unsaid as the rest of Niles' declaration. The Faun's expression twists more dire at that; his death-grip on his watch eases even as he's pressing the back of a wrist to his lips and breathing deep against the urge to vomit.]
Sure, you just wanted to air your side of things, [he mutters to himself, after that's passed. (Wanting the record straight usually implied wanting the folk reading it to get the right impression and act appropriately, didn't it?)]
Like you couldn't have to the Coven to keep this whole fucking thing from kicking off.
[Well, and well. Following that track wouldn't get them anywhere.
It's time to go home and find out what L's done to himself.]