Edric hummed in response, quickly searching for and locating her dress. Just the sight of it sent vivid flashbacks to the day they'd eloped, and he snorted realizing that she'd gotten married in the least traditional outfit. So Febby-ish. After struggling to locate the dress pockets, he pulled out the letter. He imagined its pink hue could be spotted from a mile away, as could the ugly, large calligraphy her name had been written in.
He started towards his desk that was positioned opposite the bed, running a hand mindlessly through his hair. "I'm sure they'll understand," he reassured, though it was unknown whether it was her or him that needed the reassurance. "Do you plan on staying curled up in bed all day? Or should I send someone to fetch some dresses from your family?" He wasn't sure what the Lynchs were thinking, but he imagined they'd figured it out when she didn't return home later that day.
So much for being a beloved son-in-law.
He started towards his desk that was positioned opposite the bed, running a hand mindlessly through his hair. "I'm sure they'll understand," he reassured, though it was unknown whether it was her or him that needed the reassurance. "Do you plan on staying curled up in bed all day? Or should I send someone to fetch some dresses from your family?" He wasn't sure what the Lynchs were thinking, but he imagined they'd figured it out when she didn't return home later that day.
So much for being a beloved son-in-law.
— set by MJ! —