There’s no explanation– Nor is there any need for one as Lyric yanks the taller male down to their level and knocks him with a clear right hook. They aren’t sure whether it makes them more or less angry when he doesn’t fight back, merely staring at them with defeated eyes that let them know, even without their actions, that he knew the weight of his crime.
Frustration burned like fire through their veins, and it seemed like even the burning sensation of bruised flesh on their knuckles couldn’t compare to it. How dare he? How dare he? He had something that was beautiful, unattainable by most, and he didn’t even know it. Ignorance was not bliss. No, to Lyric, it was the greatest sin.
And yet…they still couldn’t find it in them to hate him. He was their friend, precious and treasured. Even with that sad smile of Eileen’s flashing behind their eyes, Lyric could not hate Capo Santos
Fist raised high, trembling, the smaller of the two brought it down…only to pull Capo into their arms tightly. God, they couldn’t stand to see him sad. There were no winners in this fight, no victories to be celebrated. Just pain, pain all around.
“Don’t you do it again Don’t you make me do this again.” Lyric whispered, squeezing tighter– tight enough so that all of the bad feelings between them would be squeezed out like the tears on their cheeks, only relaxing when he held them back weakly.
Buccellati looks at him. “Abbacchio. I can take it. Just fucking spar with me.”
“Is that an order, capo?” Abbacchio asks him, narrowing his eyes.
Buccellati sighs and lifts his arms over his head to stretch. “No, Jesus. If you really don’t want to, I won’t force you to. But I’m not leaving you alone here and I figured sparring would be more fun than watching you destroy yourself with equipment I don’t even know the names of.”
– Abbacchio copes.
t for Teen and for Tenuously teen-rated. theres no actual sex but it’s pretty sexy? whatever teenagers can read it it’s fine it’s fine i’m a teenager it’s fine