[ It's about what he expects: that shrinking away, that reinforcing of walls when it comes to all things Arlecchino. In Lynette the hesitation is quieter, more civil, but the answer is ultimately the same. 'Why?' He's beginning to wonder the same. If she has her own children in this kind of stranglehold...what could he possibly say to sway her? To inspire leniency? If anything, his insistence might trigger the opposite, might make things worse for Lyney. He isn't one to give up quickly, but neither is he the type to deny what's plain to him: he holds a lot less sway in her territory, and carries more questions about the House than he does answers.
But the similar answer quickly diverges as Lynette speaks further. She's far more open with him than Lyney is, even going so far as to say she wishes Arlecchino weren't so hard on her brother--an admission nearly unthinkable coming from Lyney, a slight give in an otherwise steadfast loyalty. And then, a suggestion he wouldn't have put his money on in a million years.
A trap.
He looks from the napkin to Lynette. It's...a hell of a proposal, even with the 'kidnapping' in mind. That, after all, was meant to trap Lyney foremost--and failing that, Arlecchino herself. He wonders what Lyney might think if he could see this exchange. Which would win out? Love for his sister, or fear of their Father? ]
[ She herself does risk quite a lot even suggesting it. A conversation, however, is not the end of the world. Father wants loyalty, but how can they be loyal if one of them is hurting? At risk? Lyney will spend almost 5 more months away from his family... and Lynette's known her whole life what family means to him. Lynette grabs her teacup and flips it upside down over the napkin. With a quick lift – the napkin was gone and the teacup empty. She holds it out to him. ]
Ta-da. Please, take this. If Lyney is allowed anything, it may be a nice gift. If not, you're free to add it to your collection. This is my "Lucky Cup", but one of many.
[ However, even as Wriothesley eats and sits with her – she doesn't see an enemy like she's told to. She does love Father, trusts Father but... ]
... Father is not a terrible person. The city looked at us differently for some time after it was revealed where the House of the Hearth's allegiance resided. The Fatui.... Father, their goals are simply different than what many would consider acceptable. [ Even now, she defends the Fatui. ] I suppose just as you ended up in your position, we ended up in ours due to our choices. It does not make us bad people. Just... Lyney is far more sensitive about how others view him.
[ Views their family. ]
When the world spends your entire life telling you you're worthless... that you are a mistake – the children of the House find comfort in someone who tells them anything is possible.
[ Lynette talks more than she had in recent times, but Wriothesley knows she can be a conversationalist when she wants to be. ]
[ 'A mistake'. No small wonder that Lyney responded so strongly to what he'd said back then. He hadn't meant it in that sense, of course...but the association rings firm enough to have bothered him. Wounded him. He remembers the look in Lyney's eyes, remembers the hand at his chin and the sound of his voice. What Wriothesley has been fighting not to remember comes back to him in vivid strokes, and won't soon leave.
He turns his gaze on Lynette. ]
I'll see what I can do about this.
[ He takes the teacup, knowing he can't quite give it to Lyney yet--lucky or no, it technically falls under the umbrella of contraband--but hoping the right time and place will make itself known. Whatever that may look like. ]
...It's as you say. We ended up on our respective paths due to our choices. [ Although Wriothesley wonders how much of a choice it is when you're a starving orphan and someone finally tells you you're worth something. He wouldn't have been able to say no in their shoes. From where he's standing, they're still kids being made to dance as puppets. ] There are many ways to get by in life, and we simply represent two. It's not a question of good or evil.
[ 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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But the similar answer quickly diverges as Lynette speaks further. She's far more open with him than Lyney is, even going so far as to say she wishes Arlecchino weren't so hard on her brother--an admission nearly unthinkable coming from Lyney, a slight give in an otherwise steadfast loyalty. And then, a suggestion he wouldn't have put his money on in a million years.
A trap.
He looks from the napkin to Lynette. It's...a hell of a proposal, even with the 'kidnapping' in mind. That, after all, was meant to trap Lyney foremost--and failing that, Arlecchino herself. He wonders what Lyney might think if he could see this exchange. Which would win out? Love for his sister, or fear of their Father? ]
...I'll keep that in mind.
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Ta-da. Please, take this. If Lyney is allowed anything, it may be a nice gift. If not, you're free to add it to your collection. This is my "Lucky Cup", but one of many.
[ However, even as Wriothesley eats and sits with her – she doesn't see an enemy like she's told to. She does love Father, trusts Father but... ]
... Father is not a terrible person. The city looked at us differently for some time after it was revealed where the House of the Hearth's allegiance resided. The Fatui.... Father, their goals are simply different than what many would consider acceptable. [ Even now, she defends the Fatui. ] I suppose just as you ended up in your position, we ended up in ours due to our choices. It does not make us bad people. Just... Lyney is far more sensitive about how others view him.
[ Views their family. ]
When the world spends your entire life telling you you're worthless... that you are a mistake – the children of the House find comfort in someone who tells them anything is possible.
[ Lynette talks more than she had in recent times, but Wriothesley knows she can be a conversationalist when she wants to be. ]
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He turns his gaze on Lynette. ]
I'll see what I can do about this.
[ He takes the teacup, knowing he can't quite give it to Lyney yet--lucky or no, it technically falls under the umbrella of contraband--but hoping the right time and place will make itself known. Whatever that may look like. ]
...It's as you say. We ended up on our respective paths due to our choices. [ Although Wriothesley wonders how much of a choice it is when you're a starving orphan and someone finally tells you you're worth something. He wouldn't have been able to say no in their shoes. From where he's standing, they're still kids being made to dance as puppets. ] There are many ways to get by in life, and we simply represent two. It's not a question of good or evil.
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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.