Ok But Izzy Is Going To Think About This For A Week Straight. - Tumblr Posts
🪐 — lucius spriggs ;
lucius notices two things. first, this is the most he has ever heard izzy speak, to him or otherwise. second, the man hasn’t yelled nastily at him yet — but he probably shouldn’t count on his luck to last him too much there. and well, for his part lucius rolls his eyes only once, because he was expecting something along these lines and it’s nothing new to him at all. there’s plenty of men like izzy out there, locked in a cage of their own making, furious at those who are outside of it. it’s maddening, honestly. he doesn’t understand why anyone would want to live like that.
❛ god, no wonder you are so— ❜ lucius would say miserable, but it turns out he still has some self preservation left. ❛ angry all the time. ❜ he lets it out in a breathy little whisper, pulling at the sleeves of his shirt a bit. this is the point where he should get up and make himself scarce before izzy comes back to his senses and threatens to make him work or else, but he has one more thing to say and he is not going to leave here before he does so. self preservation be damned. ❛ whoever convinced you of that is a real dick. ❜
HE REGRETS HIS HONESTY ALMOST INSTANTLY, the sensation of vulnerability as uncomfortable as it is unfamiliar. the fear response hits him hard, heartbeat racing as he braces himself for laughter, taunts, sharp barbed quips that catch on his skin. he’s expecting for the weak spot to be exploited the moment it’s revealed, & his gloved hand nearly goes to the hilt of his sword out of instinct. but instead of judgement, there is something almost akin to understanding in lucius’s tone, though it’s well cloaked beneath exasperation. & izzy thinks that will be the end of it, prepares to walk away & pretend the conversation had never happened. but the boy’s next words catch him by surprise, leaving izzy breathless. his eyes go wide as he turns them back on lucius, searching his face for any sign that this is some meanspirited joke. but he finds none there. the scribe is looking him with something almost akin to sorrow on his face. but no, it’s worse than that: pity. & he folds in on himself all at once, his high cheekbones flushed with embarrassment. ❝ you just don’t understand, ❞ izzy insists, shaking his head & looking away. how could he explain that it hadn’t been just one person that had convinced him of the reality of his lot in life, but rather the world at large, that it had been beaten into him with repeated lessons, each more harsh than the last ? he would never find the words, no matter how long he searched. so he swallows the pieces, lets them slice through him on their way down his throat, hoping they won’t come up again. ❝ get back to fuckin’ work, spriggs. ❞