[ He doesn't like this tea. The flavor lingers on his tongue and makes him want to spit. It reminded him of bitter medicine he'd steal when he and Lynette were sick. ...The wrong dose, the wrong medicine for the occasion – off. Just off.
Lyney looks only briefly to the side, fearful of Kamera or hidden eyes. Ears that could hear anything that would go against his Father, his savior. It was true – the Knave was a vicious fool. One with a softness for her children and Fontaine... but softness was not weakness. The Knave loved most to have obedient children.
He remembers when Arlecchino took interest in Lynette, where she would give her newspaper articles of times in history the House secretly changed the landscape.
Politics, assassinations, thievery, diplomacy, charity – a diverse collection showcasing possible futures of the House. ...Lynette didn't sleep for a day after reading them. Lyney vowed to that day to not let it be her. Not his sweet Lynette.
So, he took his time. Devoted and loyal, following orders and then some – catching the eye of his Father.
When there comes a time when you know better than me... the title is yours. Become a wolf.
There's a long moment of Lyney lost in thought before setting his tea aside. Hands place in his lap, bunching at his thighs in restraint – to pose each word past his lips carefully when the truth falls bitter off Wriothesley's lips.
Next in line, but he feels so... unworthy. Ashamed. ]
All of this... The favors, the tea... the games – was it to request this meeting? [ His knuckles turn white, a sigh of disbelief next. He's spiraling, bit by bit like he was all that time ago. Lynette may not be the bartering chip, but he's growing hot. ] I told you, when I couldn't stand your face... I couldn't. I'll tell you now in fair company, I – I can't. Father doesn't bend to the will of sheeps. No one has sought her council since she ascended. It's – no. No.
no subject
Lyney looks only briefly to the side, fearful of Kamera or hidden eyes. Ears that could hear anything that would go against his Father, his savior. It was true – the Knave was a vicious fool. One with a softness for her children and Fontaine... but softness was not weakness. The Knave loved most to have obedient children.
He remembers when Arlecchino took interest in Lynette, where she would give her newspaper articles of times in history the House secretly changed the landscape.
Politics, assassinations, thievery, diplomacy, charity – a diverse collection showcasing possible futures of the House. ...Lynette didn't sleep for a day after reading them. Lyney vowed to that day to not let it be her. Not his sweet Lynette.
So, he took his time. Devoted and loyal, following orders and then some – catching the eye of his Father.
When there comes a time when you know better than me... the title is yours. Become a wolf.
There's a long moment of Lyney lost in thought before setting his tea aside. Hands place in his lap, bunching at his thighs in restraint – to pose each word past his lips carefully when the truth falls bitter off Wriothesley's lips.
Next in line, but he feels so... unworthy. Ashamed. ]
All of this... The favors, the tea... the games – was it to request this meeting? [ His knuckles turn white, a sigh of disbelief next. He's spiraling, bit by bit like he was all that time ago. Lynette may not be the bartering chip, but he's growing hot. ] I told you, when I couldn't stand your face... I couldn't. I'll tell you now in fair company, I – I can't. Father doesn't bend to the will of sheeps. No one has sought her council since she ascended. It's – no. No.