[Laughter right now is wholly inappropriate--but Van's words wrench a muffled laugh from Myr anyway.]
To fight fuckin' Corypheus. A, and to dress up pretty for the shems in Hightown like they'll even notice--and argue over who's given up more for mages and whether rifters deserve anything out of us and--
[Miracle of miracles he catches his mouth before it can run away with him entirely, preventing the whole black litany of complaints he's been swallowing back from spilling out all at once.] --and make things better. For all of us.
[We don't have to be at odds anymore.
That sounds nice.
That sounds so nice, and precisely what he needs, but--] Don't know.
Won't be as fun that way. 'Sides, iron sharpens iron, Van.
[He never lets himself laugh unbidden for anyone else, except sometimes Kit, just sometimes--but that draws a quick burst of it from his throat in turn, before he can stop it. Maybe his idealism had run away with him there, just a little.]
Yeah, sure, fine, there's Corypheus. But that goes without saying. [Maybe that litany of complaints could go without saying, too, but Van's grim snort of agreement is a kind of satisfaction, grateful he wasn't the only one thinking it--that his envy of Myr's social desirability at the party had still been misplaced, when all was said and done.
They're not meant to be in agreement all the time. They never have been completely at peace, never once in their entire lives. Van would chafe at it like a restraint if he tried to commit to it for too long, and Myr knows that better than anyone else alive, and loves him anyway--]
I missed you, too. And I don't plan on ever having to again.
[Even if he can't articulate it so well as Van did right now, Myr needs Vandelin every bit as much as his cousin needs him. Three years without had taught him not to believe otherwise.
There will be other fights, he knows. There will be disagreements. They might even stop talking to each other again for a while.
But they won't be separated again. And knowing that means the whole world right now.]
Good. I'll-- [--yawn right before he can make a comedic threat about coming after Van in the Fade if Van didn't keep up his end of that plan. All right.] --mmphg. Fuck. I'm tired.
Should go back to bed. You too. Tell Kit I'm sorry for waking the two of you up.
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To fight fuckin' Corypheus. A, and to dress up pretty for the shems in Hightown like they'll even notice--and argue over who's given up more for mages and whether rifters deserve anything out of us and--
[Miracle of miracles he catches his mouth before it can run away with him entirely, preventing the whole black litany of complaints he's been swallowing back from spilling out all at once.] --and make things better. For all of us.
[We don't have to be at odds anymore.
That sounds nice.
That sounds so nice, and precisely what he needs, but--] Don't know.
Won't be as fun that way. 'Sides, iron sharpens iron, Van.
I missed you.
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Yeah, sure, fine, there's Corypheus. But that goes without saying. [Maybe that litany of complaints could go without saying, too, but Van's grim snort of agreement is a kind of satisfaction, grateful he wasn't the only one thinking it--that his envy of Myr's social desirability at the party had still been misplaced, when all was said and done.
They're not meant to be in agreement all the time. They never have been completely at peace, never once in their entire lives. Van would chafe at it like a restraint if he tried to commit to it for too long, and Myr knows that better than anyone else alive, and loves him anyway--]
I missed you, too. And I don't plan on ever having to again.
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There will be other fights, he knows. There will be disagreements. They might even stop talking to each other again for a while.
But they won't be separated again. And knowing that means the whole world right now.]
Good. I'll-- [--yawn right before he can make a comedic threat about coming after Van in the Fade if Van didn't keep up his end of that plan. All right.] --mmphg. Fuck. I'm tired.
Should go back to bed. You too. Tell Kit I'm sorry for waking the two of you up.