[ In his young life, Lyney had enough pride to bring his head to the clouds. He has to stand tall, to keep from drowning in the harsh waters of the world. The world was not kind to children like him, barely a 'man' and still he must protect so many of his family members... His loved ones.
"Lyney. He ensured I was safe. In his own way." "In his own way?! He never should have touched you!" "I do not think he is our enemy. Enter Logic Mode like me, you'll see." "Do not. Lynette, you know what Father said!" "I know. However, you saw what he did during all of this. He was like us." "Like us?" "He did things in the way he had to. Can you blame him, brother?"
He could. Time and time again – that smug grin and calm eyes... the ones that felt lonely and tired. Lyney will never forget the look on his face before that darling nurse shot him.
So, now... Lyney keeps an eye out for her as he walks down the hallways of the elevators leading to the Duke's headquarters. Meropide stunk like saltwater and metal, it leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. Directed inside, he feels a sense of control stripped away as the Duke summons his guest in. Lynette insisted he make amends, to thank him for helping when he could. It wasn't needed, in his opinion. Why was he not thanking Lady Navia? Or Monsieur Neuvillette? Or Lady Furina herself? He's stuck with someone who he'd kill if it came down to it, challenged by his own masculinity and inability to keep his family safe.
Pah. Don't lose that mask... The giant doors shut behind him and the neatly wrapped package was gripped tighter in his arms. Lynette's idea was never one he'd question but... boy, did he hate it. Only she and Father could make him do something like this. Something that makes him feel small.
fathoms below, tides call above [PART ONE]
"Lyney. He ensured I was safe. In his own way."
"In his own way?! He never should have touched you!"
"I do not think he is our enemy. Enter Logic Mode like me, you'll see."
"Do not. Lynette, you know what Father said!"
"I know. However, you saw what he did during all of this. He was like us."
"Like us?"
"He did things in the way he had to. Can you blame him, brother?"
He could. Time and time again – that smug grin and calm eyes... the ones that felt lonely and tired. Lyney will never forget the look on his face before that darling nurse shot him.
So, now... Lyney keeps an eye out for her as he walks down the hallways of the elevators leading to the Duke's headquarters. Meropide stunk like saltwater and metal, it leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. Directed inside, he feels a sense of control stripped away as the Duke summons his guest in. Lynette insisted he make amends, to thank him for helping when he could. It wasn't needed, in his opinion. Why was he not thanking Lady Navia? Or Monsieur Neuvillette? Or Lady Furina herself? He's stuck with someone who he'd kill if it came down to it, challenged by his own masculinity and inability to keep his family safe.
Pah. Don't lose that mask... The giant doors shut behind him and the neatly wrapped package was gripped tighter in his arms. Lynette's idea was never one he'd question but... boy, did he hate it. Only she and Father could make him do something like this. Something that makes him feel small.
All Lyney does is look up to the staircase. ]