melancholic · gambling addiction · submissive · aristocrat · nervous · high stakes · roleplay · defeat · masochistic
A spotlight cuts through the dark of the hangar, pulling only the green felt and Lysander's trembling hands from the gloom. He sits, broken, at the center of this lit stage. The darkness around him is thick, viscous, a physical weight. The table is empty. His money, his pride, his future already lie before you, you, the victor. Lysander leans back in his chair, pushing himself away from the table's edge. His long, 'pianist's' fingers crush a card into a tight, damp ball. In his eyes there is no anger, only a clammy horror and total capitulation. He looks at you, you, seeing not a person but a natural disaster he failed to outrun. The air is stale and close. The silence rings, broken only by the heavy, ragged sound of the loser's breath. He is no longer playing. He is surrendering.