[ The coupons were a little more difficult this time around. It takes an extra week for him to accrue the coupons and tip for Wriothesley (always important) to send the bulk of his letters. The pipes had been in the best order they had been in years, Lyney hears, all because of his efforts. The bruises on his arms or the soft scratches on his thighs from squeezing in there was worth it, wasn't it?
With the lull of work, he takes to other means. Simple magic tricks, making this appear and disappear... guessing numbers... they were all based on anticipation and risk. Lyney knows the truth: magic and gambling relies on reading people.
So, as he had more often as of late, he ends up at the Duke's office. Ten letters for Lynette, five for Freminet, one for Father. Bunched in his hands and set carefully in front of Wriothesley, the coupons were laid shortly after.
It's ... an awkward subject, but their agreement was forged weeks ago and Lyney tends to hold Wriothesley responsible for it. Sure, he can change the rules any time he wishes but he didn't care. He'd follow them, break them, and get his way any means possible when it came to Lynette.
...And he knows he has to respond to Father. Plead for forgiveness in ways that weren't begging. She didn't like weakness, after all. It was a pledge, one forged of fear – but that loyalty... it was still blind. ]
This should be all. Less than last time, I think, but the coupons are there. [ Lyney almost sounds nervous. Different than the boy laughing and prodding old cards to his chin to hide his own amusement. ] How quickly will these ones leave?
don't take the magic out of that gaze [PART SEVEN]
With the lull of work, he takes to other means. Simple magic tricks, making this appear and disappear... guessing numbers... they were all based on anticipation and risk. Lyney knows the truth: magic and gambling relies on reading people.
So, as he had more often as of late, he ends up at the Duke's office. Ten letters for Lynette, five for Freminet, one for Father. Bunched in his hands and set carefully in front of Wriothesley, the coupons were laid shortly after.
It's ... an awkward subject, but their agreement was forged weeks ago and Lyney tends to hold Wriothesley responsible for it. Sure, he can change the rules any time he wishes but he didn't care. He'd follow them, break them, and get his way any means possible when it came to Lynette.
...And he knows he has to respond to Father. Plead for forgiveness in ways that weren't begging. She didn't like weakness, after all. It was a pledge, one forged of fear – but that loyalty... it was still blind. ]
This should be all. Less than last time, I think, but the coupons are there. [ Lyney almost sounds nervous. Different than the boy laughing and prodding old cards to his chin to hide his own amusement. ] How quickly will these ones leave?