“When my foster sister Reines comes of age, actually. So only a few more years, then she’ll take the Lordship properly.” The other two aspects of their agreement were going to take more than a few years, of course. The repair of the El-Melloi crest, the ridiculously large debt they’d fallen into, those things were still on him to fix. So it was hard to say if he’d ever really truly be free of it, but the change of Lordship would at least be one step closer.
“What, you want me to deprive you of figuring it out yourself?” He responded, returning her tiny smirk with a little frown. Really, she wasn’t the first person who found joy in his misery. She also probably wouldn’t be the last. It was like he attracted people who did, which was amusing in its own way, really. Not for him, of course, but for anyone observing him. “Some people, perhaps. But you never know what kind of person your deal in with until they prove it one way or the other.” People were always confusing like that, and always kept him guessing… Often times the biggest surprises came from the people who should hate you in his experience.
Waver wasn’t sure if he would call it brave. It’s not like he was admitting it anywhere that could put him at risk of having to deal with it all these years later. The comment about money gets a half-amused sound. “You’re not wrong about that, unfortunately.” He had come up with a few ways to make extra cash to help speed things along, but that always came with certain risks.
“That’s a good way to describe him, yeah.” He responded hesitantly, a special idiot indeed. Waver wasn’t really sure what more he wanted to say on the subject. Like Illyana, there were some things that were harder to admit or talk about than others. “He was… the first person who didn’t write me off because of who I was or my lack of ability, even if he should have. A couple of fools standing together.” Which, considering how his life had been up to that point, and how alone he’d felt, people seeing some value in his existence and not trying to dismiss or get rid of him had been a big deal to Waver.
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“What, you want me to deprive you of figuring it out yourself?” He responded, returning her tiny smirk with a little frown. Really, she wasn’t the first person who found joy in his misery. She also probably wouldn’t be the last. It was like he attracted people who did, which was amusing in its own way, really. Not for him, of course, but for anyone observing him. “Some people, perhaps. But you never know what kind of person your deal in with until they prove it one way or the other.” People were always confusing like that, and always kept him guessing… Often times the biggest surprises came from the people who should hate you in his experience.
Waver wasn’t sure if he would call it brave. It’s not like he was admitting it anywhere that could put him at risk of having to deal with it all these years later. The comment about money gets a half-amused sound. “You’re not wrong about that, unfortunately.” He had come up with a few ways to make extra cash to help speed things along, but that always came with certain risks.
“That’s a good way to describe him, yeah.” He responded hesitantly, a special idiot indeed. Waver wasn’t really sure what more he wanted to say on the subject. Like Illyana, there were some things that were harder to admit or talk about than others. “He was… the first person who didn’t write me off because of who I was or my lack of ability, even if he should have. A couple of fools standing together.” Which, considering how his life had been up to that point, and how alone he’d felt, people seeing some value in his existence and not trying to dismiss or get rid of him had been a big deal to Waver.