alphabet challenge - q

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 More about Lucas Lafey; I was reading old drabble bits, so I think this happens shortly after J happened.

 

Q. Ignorance

 

“That doesn’t–Gavyn, you are being an idiot about this.”

 

“No I’m not! You give me one good reason why he can’t.” Gavyn crossed his arms, glaring at Anton.

 

“Do you know why he wears gloves?” Anton demanded. The question clearly took Gavyn off-guard, some of his scowl disappearing as his brows dipped in confusion. “Do you know?” he asked again.

 

Gavyn shook his head.

 

“Why do you think?”

 

“Look, I don’t know, I figured his hands were just cold or something. Or he was just being Lucas about the whole thing, he’s weird about everything else.”

 

“You,” Anton said, “are an idiot.”

 

“Hey, that’s uncall–”

 

“No, you are. You don’t know the first thing– he wears gloves because his hands are scarred. They’re cut, too, now. He doesn’t like people seeing. How the hell did you grow up by him and not notice?”

 

Gavyn stared at Anton, and when he went to open his mouth, Anton cut him off.

 

“It’s not that easy. It might not be to you and me, but to him the Weave is a physical thing, and it’s sharp. Every thing he does with it cuts him open, and what you’re asking–that ‘little’ thing–is detail, and detail is worst of all. You know how much you need to search through for a single length of thread? Do you have any idea how much it would hurt? So no, you are an idiot, and you’re going to find that out and stop being a passive aggressive ass because he’s trying and you’re just throwing it back in his face.”

 

“You don’t need to be so defensive,” Gavyn said in the silence, but there was no bite to it.

 

“Clearly I do,” Anton said. “I don’t know what the hell happened between you two when you were younger, but drop it. There are bigger things at stake, and he’s doing everything he can to help. He doesn’t need you making him feel like shit because you don’t understand the first thing about what he does and how it works.”

 

“How do you know?”

 

“I asked,” Anton snapped, then turned on his heel and left.