It is so much, but now the Heart has something else to work on, resisting the push to struggle and lash out and resist-resist-resist is far more manageable. He waits.
And, ah, what he finds in the meantime is valuable! Even their furtive guilt is a reassurance; that there has been a misunderstanding indeed, for them to still consider the child. They would surely not, if they intended the flame to be extinguished. (A flicker of amusement rises from him amid the rush at the thought of Grimmchild being kept out of trouble.)
And other children, of sorts. It is a fascinating glimpse of personality, even if it is being projected at him in suffocating waves. Well, there is rather a lot of the Lord of Shades to go around. A lot of Shades. Children, too, clamouring at a sibling for answers, but Shades.
...Steady. He suspects they are... amateur at this. Whoever taught them to share this way has not done a very good job, if they were taught at all, and he can be patient while they orient themselves. It's not like he's going anywhere.
They will perhaps feel some small measure of reassurance from Grimm at the realisation that they've been oversharing.
"No harm was done by it, friend." Easy for him to say that now, with the Heart so distracted by what is rapidly becoming recognised as a mistake. "In fact it is a relief. We might more easily come to understand this as... an accident," he tries, as courteous about it as he can manage. "On both our parts, it seems."
Silence, suddenly, but for the uneasy thrum of the Heart. No longer having to weather the onslaught of thought, Grimm goes far more relaxed in their grip.
"Very much obliged. It is a delicate operation to bare the mind so! A lack of finesse is to be expected, and may be honed with time."
Now... He inclines his head very slightly, unable to move the rest of him enough to bow.
"I must profoundly apologise," he offers, and the Nightmare's Heart finally, finally releases him from its death grip on the situation as things begin to make sense. "Might I be correct in my suspicion that your will was misread?"
And - because he is far more used to such things, and does not wish even slightly to come across as thoughtless of their requirements here: Grimm offers them a smaller, more polite little mental nudge. They might still share, if they can manage to do it carefully.
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Date: 2023-04-04 08:56 am (UTC)And, ah, what he finds in the meantime is valuable! Even their furtive guilt is a reassurance; that there has been a misunderstanding indeed, for them to still consider the child. They would surely not, if they intended the flame to be extinguished. (A flicker of amusement rises from him amid the rush at the thought of Grimmchild being kept out of trouble.)
And other children, of sorts. It is a fascinating glimpse of personality, even if it is being projected at him in suffocating waves. Well, there is rather a lot of the Lord of Shades to go around. A lot of Shades. Children, too, clamouring at a sibling for answers, but Shades.
...Steady. He suspects they are... amateur at this. Whoever taught them to share this way has not done a very good job, if they were taught at all, and he can be patient while they orient themselves. It's not like he's going anywhere.
They will perhaps feel some small measure of reassurance from Grimm at the realisation that they've been oversharing.
"No harm was done by it, friend." Easy for him to say that now, with the Heart so distracted by what is rapidly becoming recognised as a mistake. "In fact it is a relief. We might more easily come to understand this as... an accident," he tries, as courteous about it as he can manage. "On both our parts, it seems."
Silence, suddenly, but for the uneasy thrum of the Heart. No longer having to weather the onslaught of thought, Grimm goes far more relaxed in their grip.
"Very much obliged. It is a delicate operation to bare the mind so! A lack of finesse is to be expected, and may be honed with time."
Now... He inclines his head very slightly, unable to move the rest of him enough to bow.
"I must profoundly apologise," he offers, and the Nightmare's Heart finally, finally releases him from its death grip on the situation as things begin to make sense. "Might I be correct in my suspicion that your will was misread?"
And - because he is far more used to such things, and does not wish even slightly to come across as thoughtless of their requirements here: Grimm offers them a smaller, more polite little mental nudge. They might still share, if they can manage to do it carefully.