This Is Inspired From @lorata's FicTake My Hand.

This is inspired from @lorata's ficTake My Hand.

Starring bb Lyme, Adessa and the Awkwardest Teatime.

PS: This did not end up as angsty as I thought but considering the rise of my feelings, I might write more about it, so sorry Lyme.

Enjoy.

As the vapour from her teacup rise, Lyme felt the intenseness of the whole situation once again. Every time she blinks, she can see younger Adessa -covered in blood and hands shaking with bloodlust though her face remained as cold as the metal of her old man's belt.

Lyme purses her lips and just focuses on the damn tea which tastes better with sugar. One sip after another, she felt, well, worse than she already is. Her cuticles which were tarnished by her picking the skin up was obviously visible.

Adessa looks at her, once glance causing the same affect as thousand blades and Lyme doesn't have the time nor the calmness to think how could that happen when she is so close to lose the last pieces of her supposed sanity.

"You had not touched your scone, child." Her grandmentor says and Lyme wants to vanish like how the amount of sugar dissolved in her tea when she added it to her tea.

Lyme waits for the question; what's wrong little girl?, Nero would say with his overwhelming sincerity and probably make a move towards her to stop her from peeling her skin off because it is not healthy for you.

It never comes.

"Oh," she says instead, her nerves taking away her ability to say something and it is not like she can make a conversation without messing up. Advantages of being a new Victor. "Hadn't notice."

Adessa was expecting an apologies or sorry, I have no appetite or just the right measure of nod and smile and stab. Poor her, she won't get any of that bullshit from Lyme.

Apparently Adessa does not mind that either, she simply looks at Lyme who feels attacked by an army of vicious ants in the face. "Okay, I'll not force you to eat, dear. Though I recommend the ones with lavender, quite tasteful if you ask me-"

"Well, I don't." Lyme says in a tone not even near to polite but oh well, too late for that.

"What was that, dear?" Adessa raises an eyebrow and her voice makes Lyme feel like as if she is chewing on an iceberg if that's possible. She, however, does not back up because that's not how you survive from death; no matter how far you run, she will always catch you.

"You heard me." she snarls.

"Certainly," Adessa nods, not an inch of her anger showing and it makes Lyme more frustrated because why is she not caring!? "However, I'd like to ignore it, you are young and raw and most certainly lack the etiquette but I have not expected you to knew it considering this brute attitude."

"I-"

"Oh, I am not angry at you, how can I?" Adessa muses and Lyme tries to calm herself because she is not a science experiment to inspect by the hands of Adessa the Great. "Though, I firmly believe ignorance is worse than crudeness so it is my duty to teach you one day."

There are things way more important than knowing how to use the right spoon but the burning feeling inside her wanted to prove Adessa was wrong and she can learn how to -or pretend to- have manners.

"One day." Lyme says and bites her scone, the flavor of lavender makes her tongue feel funny.

Adessa wraps her elegant fingers delicately on the holder. "Perfect. Callista shall join us too for making the meeting of you two easier for my Nero."

Oh.