Say what? You never shut up about tea but something like this, you're –
[ Lyney didn't think he needed this. Yes, it starts as infatuation and some desire to challenge Wriothesley. To best him. Be a man worthy enough to not be looked down to. Keep his loved ones safe, be the best family man he can be – ... to serve Father as much as a son as a warrior. There were many things he's done to survive, but he doesn't attach those feelings to this.
Whatever this is.
It's jumbled in a thousand red strings, all more messy than the last and to unroll it is impossible. Lyney knows he'd fail every time but Wriothesley makes it easy to focus now on one thing at a time.
A 19 year-old hearing that he's wanted when he's feeling replaceable, alone, and insecure does terrible things but...
There's a trust there that makes him freeze instead of revolt. Mainly, because Lyney wants him too.
Lynette needed him, the two inseparable from the moment they were here on this Earth. His love for her was undeniable but this..? This was want – a desire that felt selfish but so human. Sinful but so simple. Embraced loosely, where ribs tighten and his heart thumps loud enough for Wriothesley to hear it – his features take turn to rest in the crook of that scarred neck and he just breathes. Seconds feel like an eternity, but he'll gather the words eventually. ]
Was that so hard? [ He makes it so with a comment like that, but it was well deserved. ] Before, when you asked about Father... That wasn't just to shut you up.
[ Lyney leans back just enough, his nose brushing to stubble and his eyes casting up to him – they're close enough, more than they should be. ]
The real magic in this place is how often you appear when I shouldn't think of you.
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[ Lyney didn't think he needed this. Yes, it starts as infatuation and some desire to challenge Wriothesley. To best him. Be a man worthy enough to not be looked down to. Keep his loved ones safe, be the best family man he can be – ... to serve Father as much as a son as a warrior. There were many things he's done to survive, but he doesn't attach those feelings to this.
Whatever this is.
It's jumbled in a thousand red strings, all more messy than the last and to unroll it is impossible. Lyney knows he'd fail every time but Wriothesley makes it easy to focus now on one thing at a time.
A 19 year-old hearing that he's wanted when he's feeling replaceable, alone, and insecure does terrible things but...
There's a trust there that makes him freeze instead of revolt. Mainly, because Lyney wants him too.
Lynette needed him, the two inseparable from the moment they were here on this Earth. His love for her was undeniable but this..? This was want – a desire that felt selfish but so human. Sinful but so simple. Embraced loosely, where ribs tighten and his heart thumps loud enough for Wriothesley to hear it – his features take turn to rest in the crook of that scarred neck and he just breathes. Seconds feel like an eternity, but he'll gather the words eventually. ]
Was that so hard? [ He makes it so with a comment like that, but it was well deserved. ] Before, when you asked about Father... That wasn't just to shut you up.
[ Lyney leans back just enough, his nose brushing to stubble and his eyes casting up to him – they're close enough, more than they should be. ]
The real magic in this place is how often you appear when I shouldn't think of you.