Stay With Our Sister, Sister. [2/18, After the Council, Troy/Lysia]

Troy Mercado · 02-27-2011, 05:35 PM

He had changed his idea of getting Lysia to safety when she had objected, but it had been difficult. He didn't want her involved in the messy fighting that would be happening. They had hardly ever been close siblings, but Vianna had always taken great care of her after Molly vanishing. Now that their mother was back, Troy wasn't sure what to make of it all, but knew that he wanted to talk to Lysia. If Vianna wanted her to be safe, he would have Lysia stay with her and command alongside.

Still, he was protective of his family and wouldn't just leave it at that. He made his way straight to her room, not too long after their meeting, knocking on the door heavily.

"Lysia, it's Troy."

Lysia Mercado · 02-28-2011, 11:07 PM

Lyssie had been pulling strings through an elaborate instrument that most closely resembled a sitar, except smaller and with a curve in the neck. She heard the knock on her door, and jumped a little.

"Come in, Troy."

Troy Mercado · 03-01-2011, 04:23 PM

Troy did as asked, closing the door gently behind him and looking to his sister. He was not the warmest of characters, not even managing a smile to his sister, just his usual flat and neutral expression. His sister was always interested in music, which seemed to lift the families spirit. He did appreciate her for it, so had never been too particularly hard on her. Maybe even caring, in his own way. It was just a shame his own way was usually seem as cold, rather than a mask he could not remove so easily.

"This isn't a bad time is it, Lysia? I wanted to talk about what just happened in the council."

Lysia Mercado · 03-01-2011, 07:59 PM

Lyssie didn't look up from her complex instrument, but shook her head in answer. She bit her tongue in concentration for a moment, as she tied a tight little not in one of the strings, then looked up at Troy.

"No, it's fine. What did you want to say, brother?"

Troy Mercado · 03-02-2011, 04:13 PM

Troy had to consider his words carefully here. He wasn't used to speaking to Lysia, so he wasn't sure exactly what she'd respond to. It didn't really matter though, because the end result was still the same. That and she seemed to be far more interested in her instrument than him.

"Just to see if you were fine with mother insisting on you being second in command, even in name. I know you didn't want the responsibility."

Lysia Mercado · 03-03-2011, 11:19 AM

Lyssie shrugged, and put the instrument down. She pulled her legs close to her, and cocked her head to look at Troy. She frowned at him, then straightened her head back up, before looking down into her lap.

"I'm fine with it. What I'm not fine with is her. Or you, for that matter. All of the sudden, taking all this interest in my affairs. Where were you two when I fell from the big oak and broke my arm? Where were you two when I became a woman? Neither of you raised me, and yet you feel you have some gods-given right to tell me what to do. If you wanted me to be something, you should have been there."

She looked up at him. "I love you, though. You're still my brother. It's just so...stupid. You don't leave a dog to run around the woods for the first two years of his life, then expect him to heel on command." She stopped. "I...don't love her though. She's not my mother. She gave that up fourteen years ago."

Troy Mercado · 03-10-2011, 02:14 AM

"Come on, Lysia, you know I'm no good at the emotional things. I've always been brought up by father and mother to be self sufficient, a natural order giver and a killer. There was never much time for love and care. I sometimes wonder if it's mother's influence."

He could not judge her on the matter of love. As far as Troy was concerned, love was an outdated concept anyway. It was about duty and loyalty, not love. But she was attacking his logic with the hardest thing - emotion. He couldn't connect with her on such a level, never being one who could tap into that reserve because of the icy mask he needed to wear as a ruler, as a killer. How was he meant to persuade her?

"Under normal circumstances, I'd throw her out and let you do what you want to do, little sister. But we're facing desperate times. We need everyone to do what they can for the family, even if it means undesirable duties. I don't want to leave you all without me, but I must go to Atra to convince Lord Severne. Because it's needed." he sighed and looked at Lysia, expression neutral and eyes dead as always. If only he understood how to make her feel better. "I know that doesn't help much."

Lysia Mercado · 03-13-2011, 09:07 PM

Lyssie hmph'd.

"Like we're a family anymore. No one treats each other the way they should. And you should stick up more for Savannah. She doesn't deserve what you let everyone put her through." She frowned at him. "When this is all over, I want changes. We're going to care about each other. Or we might as well just let Myski burn, because we're giving up everything we've got anyway."

Troy Mercado · 03-14-2011, 05:28 PM

Troy couldn't comment about Savannah. She was weak and pathetic. She deserved everything she got, but apparently Lysia didn't agree. No sense trying to annoy his little sister over such a non-entity, though, so he kept quiet. On the other matter though...

"When this is all over." Troy couldn't help but chuckle. It held no emotion, but his thoughts were tinged with real amusement, yet a bitter taste. "You sound so sure, Lysia, that we will be the same when this ends. War has a way of reshuffling the deck."

That, or killing everyone you cared about. Not that Troy was about that. With him, it was all duty. The Mercados, win or lose, would never be the same. He'd have to reform the mercenaries.

Lysia Mercado · 03-14-2011, 05:43 PM

"I'm not sure. But if we don't win, then it won't matter, because I'll be dead. So there's no point in thinking about losing." She paused, looking thoughtfully at Troy. "And I know that, even if we win, things will change. But there's no reason we can't make them better." She pushed herself to her feet and looked at him. "Like Savannah. I don't care how you think of her as a person. She's your wife, Troy. The way you treat her is a disgrace to me and the rest of our family. And Vianna's no better. Worse, really. I'm not saying you have to dote on her like some sissy knight from the mainland, but gods damn it, at least hold your tongue."

Troy Mercado · 03-23-2011, 03:40 AM

Her words were ringing hollow to Troy. The change the war would bring would be good indeed, but he was viewing it through his business eyes. He couldn't approach it from the emotional angle that Lysia was driving at. He never would be able to. So, he didn't understand what she meant, for wasn't improving the business a change for the better? What else would they need to change?

"Things are better than they have ever been for us, Lysia. We have the chance to become Lord of Tocken if we can pull this off. We can secure our trade empire back. Why would that not be a change for the better?"

Troy's expression hardened and he glared at his little sister. She was speaking of him not ordering her around, but now she felt she had the right to tell him how he should act? Worse still was her commenting on Vianna. No-one did that. Ever.

"Comments about marriage, or against myself, speak your mind. But do not insult your elder sister. She has done more for our House than you will ever know. You owe her your respect. If she feels Savannah must be treated poorly then Savannah should be treated poorly. That is all."

Lysia Mercado · 03-25-2011, 04:00 PM

Lyssie was boiling with anger. But, to her credit, she didn't show an ounce of it outwardly. She stepped closer, looked up at Troy with her bright, trusting eyes, and then slammed her knee hard into his groin.

"If you're not going to act like a decent man, you don't deserve to be a man at all." She said quickly, then ran out of the room. She didn't even know where she was going to go. She just ran.

02-27-2011, 05:35 PM	#1
Troy Mercado House Mercado Join Date: Aug 2010 Posts: 58 Mentioned: 0 Post(s)	Stay With Our Sister, Sister. [2/18, After the Council, Troy/Lysia] He had changed his idea of getting Lysia to safety when she had objected, but it had been difficult. He didn't want her involved in the messy fighting that would be happening. They had hardly ever been close siblings, but Vianna had always taken great care of her after Molly vanishing. Now that their mother was back, Troy wasn't sure what to make of it all, but knew that he wanted to talk to Lysia. If Vianna wanted her to be safe, he would have Lysia stay with her and command alongside. Still, he was protective of his family and wouldn't just leave it at that. He made his way straight to her room, not too long after their meeting, knocking on the door heavily. "Lysia, it's Troy."

03-14-2011, 05:43 PM	#10
Lysia Mercado House Mercado Join Date: Feb 2011 Posts: 27 Mentioned: 0 Post(s)	*"I'm not* sure. But if we don't win, then it won't matter, because I'll be dead. So there's no point in thinking about losing." She paused, looking thoughtfully at Troy. "And I know that, even if we win, things will change. But there's no reason we can't make them better."** She pushed herself to her feet and looked at him. "Like Savannah. I don't care how you think of her as a person. She's your wife, Troy. The way you treat her is a disgrace to me and the rest of our family. And Vianna's no better. Worse, really. I'm not saying you have to dote on her like some sissy knight from the mainland, but gods damn it, at least hold your tongue." Last edited by Lysia Mercado; 03-14-2011 at 06:30 PM.

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02-28-2011, 11:07 PM	#2
Lysia Mercado House Mercado Join Date: Feb 2011 Posts: 27 Mentioned: 0 Post(s)	Lyssie had been pulling strings through an elaborate instrument that most closely resembled a sitar, except smaller and with a curve in the neck. She heard the knock on her door, and jumped a little. "Come in, Troy."

03-01-2011, 04:23 PM	#3
Troy Mercado House Mercado Join Date: Aug 2010 Posts: 58 Mentioned: 0 Post(s)	Troy did as asked, closing the door gently behind him and looking to his sister. He was not the warmest of characters, not even managing a smile to his sister, just his usual flat and neutral expression. His sister was always interested in music, which seemed to lift the families spirit. He did appreciate her for it, so had never been too particularly hard on her. Maybe even caring, in his own way. It was just a shame his own way was usually seem as cold, rather than a mask he could not remove so easily. "This isn't a bad time is it, Lysia? I wanted to talk about what just happened in the council."

03-01-2011, 07:59 PM	#4
Lysia Mercado House Mercado Join Date: Feb 2011 Posts: 27 Mentioned: 0 Post(s)	Lyssie didn't look up from her complex instrument, but shook her head in answer. She bit her tongue in concentration for a moment, as she tied a tight little not in one of the strings, then looked up at Troy. "No, it's fine. What did you want to say, brother?"

03-02-2011, 04:13 PM	#5
Troy Mercado House Mercado Join Date: Aug 2010 Posts: 58 Mentioned: 0 Post(s)	Troy had to consider his words carefully here. He wasn't used to speaking to Lysia, so he wasn't sure exactly what she'd respond to. It didn't really matter though, because the end result was still the same. That and she seemed to be far more interested in her instrument than him. "Just to see if you were fine with mother insisting on you being second in command, even in name. I know you didn't want the responsibility."

03-03-2011, 11:19 AM	#6
Lysia Mercado House Mercado Join Date: Feb 2011 Posts: 27 Mentioned: 0 Post(s)	Lyssie shrugged, and put the instrument down. She pulled her legs close to her, and cocked her head to look at Troy. She frowned at him, then straightened her head back up, before looking down into her lap. "I'm fine with it. What I'm not fine with is her. Or you, for that matter. All of the sudden, taking all this interest in my affairs. Where were you two when I fell from the big oak and broke my arm? Where were you two when I became a woman? Neither of you raised me, and yet you feel you have some gods-given right to tell me what to do. If you wanted me to be something, you should have been there." She looked up at him. "I love you, though. You're still my brother. It's just so...stupid. You don't leave a dog to run around the woods for the first two years of his life, then expect him to heel on command." She stopped. "I...don't love her though. She's not my mother. She gave that up fourteen years ago."

03-10-2011, 02:14 AM	#7
Troy Mercado House Mercado Join Date: Aug 2010 Posts: 58 Mentioned: 0 Post(s)	"Come on, Lysia, you know I'm no good at the emotional things. I've always been brought up by father and mother to be self sufficient, a natural order giver and a killer. There was never much time for love and care. I sometimes wonder if it's mother's influence." He could not judge her on the matter of love. As far as Troy was concerned, love was an outdated concept anyway. It was about duty and loyalty, not love. But she was attacking his logic with the hardest thing - emotion. He couldn't connect with her on such a level, never being one who could tap into that reserve because of the icy mask he needed to wear as a ruler, as a killer. How was he meant to persuade her? "Under normal circumstances, I'd throw her out and let you do what you want to do, little sister. But we're facing desperate times. We need everyone to do what they can for the family, even if it means undesirable duties. I don't want to leave you all without me, but I must go to Atra to convince Lord Severne. Because it's needed." he sighed and looked at Lysia, expression neutral and eyes dead as always. If only he understood how to make her feel better. "I know that doesn't help much."

03-13-2011, 09:07 PM	#8
Lysia Mercado House Mercado Join Date: Feb 2011 Posts: 27 Mentioned: 0 Post(s)	Lyssie hmph'd. "Like we're a family anymore. No one treats each other the way they should. And you should stick up more for Savannah. She doesn't deserve what you let everyone put her through." She frowned at him. "When this is all over, I want changes. We're going to care about each other. Or we might as well just let Myski burn, because we're giving up everything we've got anyway."

03-14-2011, 05:28 PM	#9
Troy Mercado House Mercado Join Date: Aug 2010 Posts: 58 Mentioned: 0 Post(s)	Troy couldn't comment about Savannah. She was weak and pathetic. She deserved everything she got, but apparently Lysia didn't agree. No sense trying to annoy his little sister over such a non-entity, though, so he kept quiet. On the other matter though... "When this is all over." Troy couldn't help but chuckle. It held no emotion, but his thoughts were tinged with real amusement, yet a bitter taste. "You sound so sure, Lysia, that we will be the same when this ends. War has a way of reshuffling the deck." That, or killing everyone you cared about. Not that Troy was about that. With him, it was all duty. The Mercados, win or lose, would never be the same. He'd have to reform the mercenaries.

03-23-2011, 03:40 AM	#11
Troy Mercado House Mercado Join Date: Aug 2010 Posts: 58 Mentioned: 0 Post(s)	Her words were ringing hollow to Troy. The change the war would bring would be good indeed, but he was viewing it through his business eyes. He couldn't approach it from the emotional angle that Lysia was driving at. He never would be able to. So, he didn't understand what she meant, for wasn't improving the business a change for the better? What else would they need to change? "Things are better than they have ever been for us, Lysia. We have the chance to become Lord of Tocken if we can pull this off. We can secure our trade empire back. Why would that not be a change for the better?" Troy's expression hardened and he glared at his little sister. She was speaking of him not ordering her around, but now she felt she had the right to tell him how he should act? Worse still was her commenting on Vianna. No-one did that. Ever. "Comments about marriage, or against myself, speak your mind. But do not insult your elder sister. She has done more for our House than you will ever know. You owe her your respect. If she feels Savannah must be treated poorly then Savannah should be treated poorly. That is all."

03-25-2011, 04:00 PM	#12
Lysia Mercado House Mercado Join Date: Feb 2011 Posts: 27 Mentioned: 0 Post(s)	Lyssie was boiling with anger. But, to her credit, she didn't show an ounce of it outwardly. She stepped closer, looked up at Troy with her bright, trusting eyes, and then slammed her knee hard into his groin. "If you're not going to act like a decent man, you don't deserve to be a man at all." She said quickly, then ran out of the room. She didn't even know where she was going to go. She just ran.