ovations: (lyney67)
š„š²š§šžš²šŸŽ© ([personal profile] ovations) wrote in [community profile] primos 2024-01-22 04:25 pm (UTC)

and all those words turn to sand [PART FOUR]

[ It isn’t long until letters return to Wriothesley’s office for Lyney. One for each one sent out. Unimaginative envelopes, plain white and blends in with the assortment received.

But for Lyney? It was noted to return to the Duke of anything suspicious was to arise.

Freminet’s letters were fine, if not a little lonely. He wants to show his new diving spot when Lyney returns to him most of all.

Lynette’s are mostly untouched except for a letter with a note on top: ā€œinappropriateā€ it reads.

Lyney,

The hours feel like years and it brings me back to nights under a starless sky. Where the steam from the pipes would black out any twinkles…

I don’t like it.

However, you are already nearing a month or so. Those hours are inconsequential to you returning to me. You promised you always would and I know not to disbelieve you.

I am returning to work this week for Father. They are unhappy that Freminet is pulling your workload for mundane matters. Your usual day to days.

She scolded him enough to bring tears and I don’t know how to feel. How do you do this? Oh, my brother, your warmth has left us without. Left my bed cold, left my heart frigid.

I will do everything I can to provide. To stay strong when you have done so many times before. My promise to you, pinky promise like we made as children.

… The man went to a care facility today. He is trying to recuperate his throat. To give some Interview. I don’t like it.

The Gardes are ensuring he does not have total freedom but he has more than you.

It’s not fair.

Return to me.

Love, Lynette


The weight of that letter folds in two papers but the other marked one… only a few choice words.

ā€œDo not stray from me again, lamb. -Aā€

Lyney is in his bunk, fiddling with the tension of the cotton sheets and trying his best to make such a thing comfortable. He really was having issues sleeping, but he feels cold beyond anything. The same as Lynette.

He finishes up and gets called — a demand from a subordinate that the Duke is requesting him for an update on some task he’s been focused on this week.

Technically true, but there’s something hanging in the air that Lyney isn’t picking up on. Secrets begging to be revealed, threats that don’t sit well.

Lyney knocks a sing-song way before entering. Eyes canvassing over the room before making the trek to that familiar desk. ]


You called? I told the guy it’s not able to be worked on until the water subsides in the overflow tank. So if it’s about that…

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