wriothesley x lyney (WIP)
“Your Grace. May I ask why you called me here?” Lyney put on a saccharine smile as he spoke to Wriothesley, crossing his legs. He did nothing to hide the venom in his voice.
Wriothesley had called him to his office right after his morning shift ended, saying it was urgent business. As if. Lyney suspected he had only called him here to try and provoke him.
“I just wanted to have some tea with an honored guest. Is that so wrong of me?” Wriothesley lazily smiled, taking a sip of his tea. “Come on, I made it especially for you, Mr. Lyney. Have some.”
“I’m not fond of tea.” That was a lie, but he’d rather not drink something made by the Duke. “Is this all you called me for, Your Grace? Lynette might get worried if I stay here too long.”
“Come on, I didn’t poison it. Maybe you’ll change your mind?” Wriothesley titled his head slightly. Lyney frowned, staring at his cup for a second, before letting out a small sigh and taking a sip.
“It’s decent.” He set his cup down again, refusing to look at the black-haired man. It was, unfortunately, very good. He would rather not admit that, though. “May I leave now? I’d rather not stay here for longer than necessary, although you’re wonderful company, Your Grace.” He smiled as politely as he could.
“Hah! People have threatened to kill me with less pure loathing in their voice.” Wriothesley took another sip. “I’m afraid you can’t, though. I still want to talk with you. You were very interesting, you know?”
Lyney did his best to keep his smile on his face. “I wouldn’t want to bother you. I’m sure someone like you has very important duties to attend to.”
“Come on, drop the act. This certainly isn’t how you acted before.”
“I don’t know what you mean, Your Grace.”
Wriothesley frowned. “Stop calling me that, will you? It doesn’t sound right, coming from you.”
“...Whatever.” Lyney let out a deep sigh, finally letting his smile drop. “Really, can I go? I don’t want to be around you at all. This is already pushing past the limit of how much I can tolerate you.”
“Really? More than I thought, then. I thought you would have been thinking of murder plans by now.” He grinned. “Now that you’re not trying to pretend like you like me, how about we really talk?”
“About?”
“Anything is fine. Like I said, you were interesting. I’m very curious about you.”
“You’re the one who called me here, and yet you don’t even have a set conversation topic? I expected more from you, Your Grace.”
“That’s my fault, then. You know, I’ve heard some of the prisoners talking about a wonderful magician, with the best tricks they’ve seen in a long time. Can I assume that’s you?”
“I’m honored you think so highly of me.” Lyney said in a monotone voice. “I’m not the only great magician up there. Ah, but I’m sure you wouldn’t know that. I apologize, Your Grace. I should’ve remembered you’re in this horrid fortress all day.”
“Wow. I wonder how long it’ll take for you to outright say you want me dead.”
“Do you want me to say that?”
“It would certainly be better than your little facade.”
Lyney stayed silent.
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this is a wip so criticism much appreciated...
