...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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[ 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.