hes being domestic.... human even
The concept of wealth and power meant little to him. He collected and saved money because he had to. With how often he traveled, it was simply more convenient if he had the money to fund his adventures.
But he wasn't a expensive person, Lyell felt wildly uncomfortable living a lavish lifestyle. From all definitions, the hellfire club wouldn't appeal to him.
Yet he still applied and within a week he was accepted in. The fact he was accepted weighed heavily on his shoulders. He felt like a dragon, hoarding away money for no reason.
Curiosity drove him forward. Arriving at the club, he was determined to remain true to himself. So he wore his favorite jeans and a plaid button up. His cowboy boots were old and dusty from years of work and simple living.
Lyell entered the building, greeting the security and confirming that yes, he indeed was a member. Then he ventured deeper, taking a look around. It was just as he expected.
He glanced at the few people visiting the building. And then Shaw came into view. Lyell smirked and started towards him. He adjusted his cowboy hat, so that his face wasn't obscured.
Standing near Shaw he spoke up with a drawl. "Good evening muffin, beautiful as ever."
@sebastianshaw sent: [ sit ] sender sits in receiver’s lap. Sender also happens to weigh over 200 lbs. RIp Natasha.
she lets out an oof when he sits on her lap and she looks up at him with her eyebrow cocked. she’s not bothered by the weight, but more by the suddenness of it as she was enjoying her breakfast while reading a book.
“aren’t the roles supposed to be reversed here, sebastian?”