Lyney's frustrated and conflicted, feeling like the only ally ... only friend he could have in this place brought such confusion in his heart. The infatuation he had only just begun to have about this man was not based solely on attractions but... on the freedoms of something just out of grasp. Lyney dislikes parts of Wriothesley because they remind him of his own failures but he liked how they spent their time in recent days more than he'd like to admit.
Chasing smiles, surpassing expectations and just being honest.
He retreats when Wriothesley has to put a stop to it, swallowing it with his own insecurities and sense of worth.
So, as Wriothesley is the one that demands something... Lyney looks at him with eyes less confident. Trembling, tired. ]
Why? [ Again, why. ] Why did you have to kiss me back?
[ It's forward, no magic or frills about it. Lyney was a cat, vulnerable when backed into a corner but here... he reaches up to hold onto Wriothesley's wrist with the same tightness of claws. His voice was strained to stay calm, he has to channel Lynette's own tone to do so. Masking only enough to hide his own insecurities. ]
Why do you care so much about – about Father, about me and what I do? It would be easy to chalk it up to a hero's ego... that you see and pity me. But, you kissed me. Welcomed me and wanted me for just a moment.
[ His ego was bruised, sure, but amplifying that with his own dependency on Lynette... he sees this for more than that. ]
Why did you have to make me see you as something other than a tea-loving jackass?
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That is the issue.
Lyney's frustrated and conflicted, feeling like the only ally ... only friend he could have in this place brought such confusion in his heart. The infatuation he had only just begun to have about this man was not based solely on attractions but... on the freedoms of something just out of grasp. Lyney dislikes parts of Wriothesley because they remind him of his own failures but he liked how they spent their time in recent days more than he'd like to admit.
Chasing smiles, surpassing expectations and just being honest.
He retreats when Wriothesley has to put a stop to it, swallowing it with his own insecurities and sense of worth.
So, as Wriothesley is the one that demands something... Lyney looks at him with eyes less confident. Trembling, tired. ]
Why? [ Again, why. ] Why did you have to kiss me back?
[ It's forward, no magic or frills about it. Lyney was a cat, vulnerable when backed into a corner but here... he reaches up to hold onto Wriothesley's wrist with the same tightness of claws. His voice was strained to stay calm, he has to channel Lynette's own tone to do so. Masking only enough to hide his own insecurities. ]
Why do you care so much about – about Father, about me and what I do? It would be easy to chalk it up to a hero's ego... that you see and pity me. But, you kissed me. Welcomed me and wanted me for just a moment.
[ His ego was bruised, sure, but amplifying that with his own dependency on Lynette... he sees this for more than that. ]
Why did you have to make me see you as something other than a tea-loving jackass?