[ He didn't much prefer the ring, no. Lyney spent his entire life trying to be smart about things. Any fights he picked, he knew he was able to beat those who opposed him in the past. Quick, with weapons, sly surprises... that is how he beat enemies that threatened him but here?
It was fist to fist. Lyney would lose, every time.
He didn't want to harm himself but how else can he process this? Cry and lament his sister? Wear bruised egos from being turned down? Wriothesley shouldn't mean anything to him, but he consumes his thoughts more than he'd like. That challenge... those little moments of seeing him smile or seem impressed.
Wriothesley speaks and he's reminded why it hit deeps.
He thought they were working through something together. The revelation otherwise just made the boy feel dejected, alone. ]
So, what would you accept? You have your own story in your mind. Please, do indulge me. [ Lyney looks to his knuckles, red but not bruised like with the pipes. ] Are you going to reprimand me for using the facilities allotted to me?
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It was fist to fist. Lyney would lose, every time.
He didn't want to harm himself but how else can he process this? Cry and lament his sister? Wear bruised egos from being turned down? Wriothesley shouldn't mean anything to him, but he consumes his thoughts more than he'd like. That challenge... those little moments of seeing him smile or seem impressed.
Wriothesley speaks and he's reminded why it hit deeps.
He thought they were working through something together. The revelation otherwise just made the boy feel dejected, alone. ]
So, what would you accept? You have your own story in your mind. Please, do indulge me. [ Lyney looks to his knuckles, red but not bruised like with the pipes. ] Are you going to reprimand me for using the facilities allotted to me?