![]() ![]() The hesitation in his eyes whenever she pulls out some of her more effective, out-of-the-box closer strategies is so obvious she’ll find herself praying that it only seems so because she knows him so well. Ward has always lacked the type of conviction that Joy sharpens her teeth on every morning. He’s humorless, condescending, and has an infuriating genius for business decisions with an even more infuriating reticence for explaining his reasoning, sure, but his standoffishness does him no favors outside of crushing dissent in meetings, and - he wavers, sometimes. Ward isn’t as good at this lifestyle as Joy is. He laughed bitterly, and muttered something like “eyes, too.”) ![]() It’s all the safer, anyway, with the way enemies surround them. Still, they playact at it, and knowing that the both of you are committed to the act provides basically the same level of trust. Too much habit, perhaps, from board meetings and school and stuffy clothing at company parties with Dad’s rivals. It would be pretty words to say that they only allow themselves to be vulnerable with each other, too, but if Joy is honest with herself, they don’t quite manage that either. You can’t show any hint of weakness, in this world. They watch each other’s backs, the only other person they know they can rely on. They are young, and only two people that makes the vultures think them an easy mark. ![]() They would like nothing more than to usurp the throne, so Joy and Ward must defend it staunchy. Rand, by contrast, is full to the brim with greedy little goblins, nowhere near worthy of the respect Joy had regarded her fellow predators at school with, but making up for their lack of ability on the battlefield with their sheer numbers. Joy and her peers were all the same in school, baring their pointy shark teeth and always ready to pounce on the smallest drop of blood in the water. She heard somewhere, once, that in the end family are the only people you can count on, and she knows it to be true. Joy only has one family member left in the world, now. Joy lost her mother before she even had a chance to know her, and her father young - too young for the two years of slow, painful decay that preceded it. ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |