Present to Past||Dwyer & Joker
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Continued from here.
Dwyer wasn’t sure how he ended up in such a dark and generally miserable place. He wasn’t given enough time to think on it when a light force threw him off his balance. While he managed to regain control by taking a step back, the cause of it, however dropped a tray in hand. Teacups shattered with a loud crash that echoed through the shady halls. The Troubadour was to make his apology when he finally got a look at the child before him.
He was small, that was a given for children, but there was something terrifying familiar about this boy. Never mind the fact the boy was filthy, laced with bruises from frequent falls and small cuts from handling fragile teacups-- the child’s hair was silver. This didn’t quite tell much, but from the pallor in his features only he and his father possessed along with dark and faded purple eyes struck a shocking resemblance to his old man. Dwyer couldn’t be sure, and it was perhaps mad to think so, but most of him wanted to believe this theory.
He was pulled from his thoughts once, presumably Joker, began to berate the older man for startling him. Dwyer couldn’t help but chuckle at the insult. Out of all the things his father could’ve hit him with ‘ stupid head ’ was the best he could think of. In a way, it was kind of adorable.
Dwyer now eyed the mess on the floor. It wasn’t terrible; he’s certainly seen worse, but it was still something that needed to be cleaned. A part of the steward wanted to fix the disaster on the floor, considering the condition of the younger child. That was when a somewhat younger version of the Great Knight Gunter wandered into the room and began to chew the boy out. There was nothing Dwyer could do to defend the child at the moment, but while Joker was being yelled at, Dwyer knelt to meet the boy’s height. Once the child’s attention was turned towards the tired man, he offered him a small, hopefully reassuring smile, even if the other’s offer was laced in acid. Some things never change, it seemed.
“No thanks, I just had a cup of tea.” It was a lie, but it was spoken so casually, no one could tell. “Do you need any help? You look pretty tired...”