[ Lynette's already on that final pastry. Fingers ripping the end open and letting the dough flake onto the plate. It wasn't as if she was hungry – she was nervous. Little tells. The flick of her tail, the way her ears twitched and nose upturned... so fitting a cat tries to hide their feelings. ]
You're correct. If there were easier ways to be survive, I suppose we'd be a fool for not taking them. Father has given us a home, provided us with purpose and allowed us the chance to have what Lyney's always wanted – the spotlight. I'm forever grateful for her love and care for us.
[ There is no lying, she know the matter of love is just... a bit different. ]
I hope one day there will be a time where people don't view us one way over the other. Good... evil... we're just trying to survive. [ She dips her head down a bit, voice more quiet. ] I wish Father would understand that as well.
...Yes. It would be nice, but Fontanians love their roles just as they love a good performance. Good, evil...if a person can be placed in one box, they probably will be. No matter how unfair or untrue the designation.
[ Which isn't to say he's pessimistic, but there are certain things that haven't changed since the flood, and this is one of them. Spectacle and drama take precedent over the mundane truths even now. The way Wriothesley sees it, this is the most mundane truth of them all: that people are simply people. Even the grandest villains have their kindnesses, and those of most steadfast virtue have twistedness within them. There is no shadow without light, no light without a darkness to illuminate.
With his meal and tea finished, Wriothesley picks up the tab for them both. He holds out a hand for Lynette to shake. ]
It was a pleasure, Miss Lynette. As I've said, Lyney is doing well within the Fortress...but should anything change, you'll be the first to know.
[ The way she looks to him was so different than Lyney. Those eyes heavy with worry, her lips tense and trying not to frown or crack any smile. Neutral, safe – blending in with crowds around them easily despite the slow wag of her tail.
Wriothesley's words were painful truths and she nods in agreement. Even being a "good" girl brings others who wish her harm, being loyal sometimes is not enough as well. Such a role they play and now without the stage... she too, like Lyney, grow anxious.
Lynette takes his hand with both of hers. One cradling the underside of his wrist, the other on top. It's respectful and as she squeezes down – her voice is soft. ]
A pleasure. Please write me at your leisure as well if you have any further questions. I'll be sure to write back promptly.
[ It's lonely down there, she would guess. Lyney may have scolded her for having a pen pal the likes of Wriothesley, but the girl has little knowledge of what's really going on under the waves. Lynette slips her hands from his. ]
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[ Lynette's already on that final pastry. Fingers ripping the end open and letting the dough flake onto the plate. It wasn't as if she was hungry – she was nervous. Little tells. The flick of her tail, the way her ears twitched and nose upturned... so fitting a cat tries to hide their feelings. ]
You're correct. If there were easier ways to be survive, I suppose we'd be a fool for not taking them. Father has given us a home, provided us with purpose and allowed us the chance to have what Lyney's always wanted – the spotlight. I'm forever grateful for her love and care for us.
[ There is no lying, she know the matter of love is just... a bit different. ]
I hope one day there will be a time where people don't view us one way over the other. Good... evil... we're just trying to survive. [ She dips her head down a bit, voice more quiet. ] I wish Father would understand that as well.
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[ Which isn't to say he's pessimistic, but there are certain things that haven't changed since the flood, and this is one of them. Spectacle and drama take precedent over the mundane truths even now. The way Wriothesley sees it, this is the most mundane truth of them all: that people are simply people. Even the grandest villains have their kindnesses, and those of most steadfast virtue have twistedness within them. There is no shadow without light, no light without a darkness to illuminate.
With his meal and tea finished, Wriothesley picks up the tab for them both. He holds out a hand for Lynette to shake. ]
It was a pleasure, Miss Lynette. As I've said, Lyney is doing well within the Fortress...but should anything change, you'll be the first to know.
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Wriothesley's words were painful truths and she nods in agreement. Even being a "good" girl brings others who wish her harm, being loyal sometimes is not enough as well. Such a role they play and now without the stage... she too, like Lyney, grow anxious.
Lynette takes his hand with both of hers. One cradling the underside of his wrist, the other on top. It's respectful and as she squeezes down – her voice is soft. ]
A pleasure. Please write me at your leisure as well if you have any further questions. I'll be sure to write back promptly.
[ It's lonely down there, she would guess. Lyney may have scolded her for having a pen pal the likes of Wriothesley, but the girl has little knowledge of what's really going on under the waves. Lynette slips her hands from his. ]
Safe travels.