#lynette Snezhevna

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Extra Hearth Siblings scene

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No forgiveness in waters of Fontaine- preview

Lyney and Lynette have trouble with a trick the need for a mission.

Warnings: Fontaine spoilers. Completely self indulgent

"Lyney, this trick isn't going to work." Lynette spoke matter of factly. Sweat glistened from her face from hours of doing the same trick over and over again. Lyney sighed out of frustration.

They had been working on this trick for months now. But the mechanism behind it was just too loud.

"You're right Lynette. The audience would be able to hear everything." He dramatically plopped on his back. "But we worked so hard on it! It'd be a shame to have all that work go to waste..."

"I know what you're trying to do and it's not going to work." She sat down next to him. "It's not like we can make gears silent." Lynette conjured a tea cup.

"Dearest sister, you of all people should know that anything is possible on stage." He winked. She sighed.

"True. But like I said, the way it is now, won't work unless we find a way to mask the noise."

"Masking the noise..." She could physically see the cogs turning in head. "Oh! Lynette would you mind us inviting Florian-"

"Say something that's possible." Lyney watched her tail puffed up.

"Come on! Florian is a musician! He can play music over the noise."

"It's not about that. You know he won't come to Fontaine, even if we gave him a million mora." To Lynette, "impossible" was the only word to describe him. Impossible to convince and impossible to stand.

"I know we've butted heads with him a few times,but he's still Fontainian." Her tail puffed up more. 'butted heads' and 'few times' was an understatement.

"Florian? I don't think I've met him before..." Freminet, who had been silently watching thus far, spoke.

"That's because he doesn't hang around the other Fontainian orphans much." As a child, Lynette always saw him either alone playing his saxophone, or with those ballet dancers. She could understand wanting to be alone.

"What is he like?"

"Erm... He's unique-"

"Uniquely Annoying." Lyney looked at her with a face that said 'Please I'm trying to be nice.' but she didn't care.

"Oh! Um... Was he mean to Lynette."

"Nothing like that! We just had a difference in opinion that's all." Freminet tilted his head in confusion. But he did not ask more, to the twins' relief.

"We do need to at least invite him over. Or else our *private performance* can't go through." The performance that was a cover for a mission. That currently hinged in this mechanism to work.

"Does it have to be him? There has to be another way." At Lyney's pleading face she relented. "Fine. I'll go pack. I think he's in Mondstadt right now."

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"You came all the way here to ask me that? What are you? Stupid?" Florian didn't even bother to look at them as he cleaned the inside of his saxophone. "You know I wouldn't go to Fontaine, even if you gave me 20 million mora." Lynette glanced at Lyney with as much disrespect as she could muster.

Florian's shiny black shook with his head. His umber skin was dyed black at the finger tips. Most likely from cleaning his too old saxophone.

Florian was a popular traveling musician. At least on the surface. He was a amazing spy and theif as well. Able enchant with his instruments and beauty while wringing you for all your worth.

"Please Florian. Just this once! You can't tell me you don't miss the sights-"

"The only sights I remember are the sewers." He held up the mouth peaice to the light.

"Uh- well. You could prove your music is superior to Fontainian music-"

"I can do that anywhere else."

Lyney rarely got so flustered. Always being in control of a conversation like a slight of hand trick, that was his specialty. But with this guy, it was impossible.

"Please Florian- we need you. Just this once, as a fellow member of the hearth." He pleaded.

Florian slammed the mouth piece down."This isn't about being a member of the hearth. This is about that rotten nation." He looked directly at Lynette. "You of all people should know that."

That night. That man. That basement.

Lynette would describe Florian as 'impossibe' to understand. He acted like he was from Fontaine. He greeted people in the traditional Fontaine way. He spoke like he was from Fontaine.

But the way he spoke of Fontaine was...not favorable. One thing not impossible to to understand was that he did not join Fontaine missions. Ever.

"Brother. This is a lost cause." She put her hand on his shoulder.

"Fine. But at least read the mission report." He pulled out the report from his hat and handed it to Florian. He relented and began to read it.

Lynette didn't expect anything to come of it. The same thing happens every time. They beg, he refuses, Lyney asks him to read the report, he humors them and refuses. But she watch as his faced changed from a bored expression to an intense one.

"...Émile Martel!" He whispered. The twins looked at each other in surprise.

"Do you know him?" Lyney asked.

"More than know him unfortunately." He forwned. They waited for him to elaborate but he didn't."... having a chance to get back at him is worth more than 20 million mora."

"So you'll do it?" Lyney asked cautiously.

"Count me in." Lyney cheered and Lynette stood in shock.