[ What is sin to a non-believer? Fontanians were born of it, forgiven and still... He believes in magic. Believes miracles are magic in their own way, not divine or holy.
The true magic spark was that catalyst of a kiss – one part need, one part frustration. Lyney trespasses into places in Wriothesley's mind where he shouldn't be. A supple, young body so willing, aching for Wriothesley and it's clear – but the restraint the man shows hurts. Why? This shouldn't happen and until the second Wriothesley asked about that meeting... on if the Knave was cruel to him – he didn't need for it to.
His hand holds onto the railing tight.
Perhaps the Duke was born for the stage as well, for how quickly he pulls the mask on under the sweet, thinly-veiled circumstances. Whatever Wriothesley feels... Lyney won't ever know. ]
Goodnight.
[ A young man that was use to someone at his side, use to being with someone is left alone with his thoughts and that will be the torture. Each light step echoes in the office and with the resounding thud of his door... Wriothesley is alone and Lyney is just another mistake. ]
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The true magic spark was that catalyst of a kiss – one part need, one part frustration. Lyney trespasses into places in Wriothesley's mind where he shouldn't be. A supple, young body so willing, aching for Wriothesley and it's clear – but the restraint the man shows hurts. Why? This shouldn't happen and until the second Wriothesley asked about that meeting... on if the Knave was cruel to him – he didn't need for it to.
His hand holds onto the railing tight.
Perhaps the Duke was born for the stage as well, for how quickly he pulls the mask on under the sweet, thinly-veiled circumstances. Whatever Wriothesley feels... Lyney won't ever know. ]
Goodnight.
[ A young man that was use to someone at his side, use to being with someone is left alone with his thoughts and that will be the torture. Each light step echoes in the office and with the resounding thud of his door... Wriothesley is alone and Lyney is just another mistake. ]