PRETEND ━━ lyney ( ✓ )

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄

those three words he couldn't hear

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( warning : this chapter contains themes of violence, assault and major injury along with other potential triggering factors )

𝐀 𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍 awoke in an unfamiliar place. His vision was blurred immensely, yet he could tell just by the sheer atmosphere that he was not familiar with this peculiar place he had wound up in. The air felt almost suffocating and he felt as if a harsh weight was forcefully being pressed down onto his shoulders. He felt horrific.

The room spun as he shifted ever-so-slightly, groaning in pain as he clutched his head in agony. It throbbed and pounded - he could hear his heartbeat within his head.

Lyney was quick to note that he could barely move his body, for it pained him to merely shift a limb. He stayed put for the time being, not wanting to add to the strain currently being put on his body. His attentive eyes assessed his predicament; wrists and ankles bound as he sat on a wooden chair. He could feel the material of a cloth wrapped around his nose and mouth, an odd stench emitting from the fabric itself.

The male's observant eyes roamed over his clothes, noticing that they were slightly ripped and torn in places. Splashes of blood painted his body, yet he chose not to think about whose blood it was. It was most likely his own.

Lyney's trembling hands were quick to press against the wound of his stomach - the wound previously inflicted by the arrow. How he managed to free his wrists from the restraints was a mystery; one that only he had mastered. He hissed, annoyed at himself. Annoyed at how horribly he handled the situation. Annoyed about how useless he was in combat. Annoyed at the fact he let his guard down for even the slightest of moments. The list went on.

Lyney paid no mind to the blood currently seeping through the cracks of his bruised fingers. His mind was racing with thoughts - plans, even - to escape the glum room he had found himself in. The room was familiar to him. Too familiar for his liking.

The sound of rough footsteps against the damp ground caused his attention to briefly shift. He knew all too well who had entered the room and didn't feel like holding a conversation with the aforementioned person. If Lyney was being truthful, the person didn't even deserve to be graced by his eyes.

The low rumble of a chuckle echoed throughout the makeshift lab, causing the magician to roll his eyes in disinterest. After all, he had better things to be doing.

"I'd expect nothing less from Fontaine's Master Illusionist." The Doctor mused with a curl of his lip into that of an ugly grin. "My little... Pawn had a bit of an issue trying to capture you."

Lyney remained silent, his lips pursed into a thin line. He didn't even want to look at The Doctor right now, let alone converse with him.

"So harsh," The other chuckled with a shake of his head, clutching the fabric of his coat, right where his heart was. "You truly have nothing that you wish to say to me?"

Oh, there is a lot I want to say to you. Thought Lyney, narrowing his eyes slightly. He pondered for a few seconds, deciding on whether or not he should convey his thoughts. He didn't particularly care too much about what was to happen to him, yet if something were to happen to his siblings or Y/N? He simply couldn't have that - not again. He just had to keep The Doctor at bay whilst he formulated some sort of escape plan.