[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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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.]