[ Despite himself, he smiles. Small and tired. Yes, Lyney will be gone in a few months' time--another stop within the maze, another piece of this that sparks caution within him. Maybe by the time Lyney is a free man, he'll have put all this behind him, as he has with past infatuations. Maybe that's all it is: infatuation. But when he returns to those moments in his former life, the trysts and almost-lovers whose names and faces he can no longer make out, he wonders if it was like this. Wonders if he tried back then to fight what he was feeling, wonders if he felt the weight of that affection pushing back on him twice as hard.
He runs his thumbs over the back of Lyney's hands, up and over tendons, the bones that comprise his wrist. He can't remember if he ever wanted to make anyone happy. Their faces, names, warmth--all of it belongs to another time and place. Here, now, he knows he wants to see Lyney smiling. Carefree. Wriothesley wants to throw him the lifeline no one cared to spare him when he was 19, even as he feels every sense of security dropping from beneath him. ]
...Fine. If it has to be that way--
[ Carefully, he brings Lyney closer to him, embracing him loosely, mindful of the places that hurt. He murmurs lightly against his hair--makes it fast, expecting to be pushed away in quick order. ]
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[ Despite himself, he smiles. Small and tired. Yes, Lyney will be gone in a few months' time--another stop within the maze, another piece of this that sparks caution within him. Maybe by the time Lyney is a free man, he'll have put all this behind him, as he has with past infatuations. Maybe that's all it is: infatuation. But when he returns to those moments in his former life, the trysts and almost-lovers whose names and faces he can no longer make out, he wonders if it was like this. Wonders if he tried back then to fight what he was feeling, wonders if he felt the weight of that affection pushing back on him twice as hard.
He runs his thumbs over the back of Lyney's hands, up and over tendons, the bones that comprise his wrist. He can't remember if he ever wanted to make anyone happy. Their faces, names, warmth--all of it belongs to another time and place. Here, now, he knows he wants to see Lyney smiling. Carefree. Wriothesley wants to throw him the lifeline no one cared to spare him when he was 19, even as he feels every sense of security dropping from beneath him. ]
...Fine. If it has to be that way--
[ Carefully, he brings Lyney closer to him, embracing him loosely, mindful of the places that hurt. He murmurs lightly against his hair--makes it fast, expecting to be pushed away in quick order. ]
I want you.