[ It does hurt and Lyney feels sick to his stomach. Why? Why did it hurt? The thought of The Knave's words being true... that enemies rest outside of the walls? He presents logic, cold from a perspective that Lyney wasn't ready for. It's too cold, unforgiving. He can't let himself feel cold, like a wind from Snezhnaya.
He can handle everything except for that cruelty. The thought that he would put his siblings at risk to a cruel Father. All she asked for was loyalty...
Loyalty. ...Obedience.
Her letters were warnings, a threat.
It feels like a betrayal to let him keep talking. Lyney springs quickly, eyes wet with tears and teeth grit. He can't betray the one that saved them, he can't – why can't Wriothesley see that? His knees scurry over the table in a leap, fists balling at Wriothesley's shirt with his forehead pressed rough to his. Dangling one knee between Wriothesley's legs, the other on the table between them – Lyney's frustrations boil over. ]
Why do you care?! You get your coupons, you run your kingdom. In six months, you'd never have to see me again. I'd never be your problem. Nothing to throw your routine away... I'd be another shadow to you. Why?
[ Again, why? There's no sense in his mind on what Wriothesley keeps prodding but vulnerability rips into a boy already forced to be so strong. His eyes tremble at Wriothesley's gaze — lost in his own reflection.
Something shoots him forward. Pitifully and desperate to find that answer with something physical. Salvage an ember ready to die. Lyney kisses him, tears brimming in his eyes but that mouth – oh, he was so sweet in how he gives and takes. Confusion but another hat to wear... another card to reveal but he lets Wriothesley see it.
How badly he wants to have faith in something other than Father. ]
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He can handle everything except for that cruelty. The thought that he would put his siblings at risk to a cruel Father. All she asked for was loyalty...
Loyalty.
...Obedience.
Her letters were warnings, a threat.
It feels like a betrayal to let him keep talking. Lyney springs quickly, eyes wet with tears and teeth grit. He can't betray the one that saved them, he can't – why can't Wriothesley see that? His knees scurry over the table in a leap, fists balling at Wriothesley's shirt with his forehead pressed rough to his. Dangling one knee between Wriothesley's legs, the other on the table between them – Lyney's frustrations boil over. ]
Why do you care?! You get your coupons, you run your kingdom. In six months, you'd never have to see me again. I'd never be your problem. Nothing to throw your routine away... I'd be another shadow to you. Why?
[ Again, why? There's no sense in his mind on what Wriothesley keeps prodding but vulnerability rips into a boy already forced to be so strong. His eyes tremble at Wriothesley's gaze — lost in his own reflection.
Something shoots him forward. Pitifully and desperate to find that answer with something physical. Salvage an ember ready to die. Lyney kisses him, tears brimming in his eyes but that mouth – oh, he was so sweet in how he gives and takes. Confusion but another hat to wear... another card to reveal but he lets Wriothesley see it.
How badly he wants to have faith in something other than Father. ]