Edric had made the decision to look into the Aphrodite Soiree not too long after February had announced she was to attend. It was only when he'd received his work schedule for the upcoming week - assuming no disasters struck unexpectedly - that he'd firmly decided to attend. He knew very little of either of the guest hostesses, but that didn't stop him from being accosted by them: the matchmaking one, who'd informed him that his soulmate was...
Well, it didn't matter. In his own stubborn, skeptical mind, he was the only one who could decide who he was meant to be with - and for him, that was February Lynch. She was perhaps the most insufferable, combative woman he'd ever met, but she was also one of the most alluring, gorgeous, affectionate ones that he'd met.
Ever since first making eye contact with her that evening, Edric had been anxiously awaiting to get his dose of that affection. The hours passed slowly as she disappeared in and out of sight, leaving him to entertained (or if he was lucky, be entertained) by the other guests. (For all the publicity that came with his position, he was decidedly a man who preferred the familiarity of his home and office; the social scene was not his within his domain.)
He'd cast her a knowing glance as the night came to an end, signaling that he was returning home - and that she was very much welcome. Thus, it did not surprise him when, within an hour or so, she arrived.
"Hello, lover," he responded, his lips upturned into a tired smile. He moved away from the fireplace and took a seat on the edge of the bed, his eyes following her hands' movements as she unpinned her hair. "It would've been much more enjoyable if more of my time had been spent with you."
Well, it didn't matter. In his own stubborn, skeptical mind, he was the only one who could decide who he was meant to be with - and for him, that was February Lynch. She was perhaps the most insufferable, combative woman he'd ever met, but she was also one of the most alluring, gorgeous, affectionate ones that he'd met.
Ever since first making eye contact with her that evening, Edric had been anxiously awaiting to get his dose of that affection. The hours passed slowly as she disappeared in and out of sight, leaving him to entertained (or if he was lucky, be entertained) by the other guests. (For all the publicity that came with his position, he was decidedly a man who preferred the familiarity of his home and office; the social scene was not his within his domain.)
He'd cast her a knowing glance as the night came to an end, signaling that he was returning home - and that she was very much welcome. Thus, it did not surprise him when, within an hour or so, she arrived.
"Hello, lover," he responded, his lips upturned into a tired smile. He moved away from the fireplace and took a seat on the edge of the bed, his eyes following her hands' movements as she unpinned her hair. "It would've been much more enjoyable if more of my time had been spent with you."
— set by MJ! —