Atticus was done with his little brother and done with this conversation; with their tempers flaring as quickly as they were, they were sure to set an awkward precedent for the party that was going to begin soon. Neither of them would want to be there and force smiles and conversations which wouldn’t reflect well on the Foxwood family. He mirrored his brother’s expression.
“I’m not trying to control you! Or Poppy! Unlike you Basil, I actually care about our family. I care that we remain as we are in the eyes of society because if you had it your way the Foxwood family would be an illusionary family people only spoke of. A family no one ever saw.” Sighing, the elder Foxwood moved to rub his temple with his fingers as he brought Poppy up. “Have you spoken to her, Basil? Because I have and I can tell you damn well that everyone she's thinking of courting right now I approve of. And I don’t have to control her because she’s not a bumbling moron like you chose to be at times.” He hissed at him.
If Basil was going for a low blow and bringing Poppy into this, then he would do the same. He trusted his cousin more than his trusted his brother to not embarrass him which spoke a lot. Then his brother’s face contorted into something he didn’t feel like deciphering, so Atticus held up a hand. “Not like it this time.” He narrowed his eyes. “Don’t, Basil, be that person who’s going to associate with someone like Lissington. I don’t care how friendly you think the kid is -” Everyone thinks the kid is, because all he had to do was flash a dopey grin. “He’s going to drag you down and ruin you.” And no matter how much his brother made him angry, he didn’t want to see him shattered the way he’d been before. He had an inkling what Lissington was and it worried him his brother might be the same. He'd be shunned at the least, and at the worst, taken from him. No one was worth that.
Atticus reached forward to press his hands against his brother’s shoulder. “Now please start making your way outside as your guests will be arriving soon.”
“I’m not trying to control you! Or Poppy! Unlike you Basil, I actually care about our family. I care that we remain as we are in the eyes of society because if you had it your way the Foxwood family would be an illusionary family people only spoke of. A family no one ever saw.” Sighing, the elder Foxwood moved to rub his temple with his fingers as he brought Poppy up. “Have you spoken to her, Basil? Because I have and I can tell you damn well that everyone she's thinking of courting right now I approve of. And I don’t have to control her because she’s not a bumbling moron like you chose to be at times.” He hissed at him.
If Basil was going for a low blow and bringing Poppy into this, then he would do the same. He trusted his cousin more than his trusted his brother to not embarrass him which spoke a lot. Then his brother’s face contorted into something he didn’t feel like deciphering, so Atticus held up a hand. “Not like it this time.” He narrowed his eyes. “Don’t, Basil, be that person who’s going to associate with someone like Lissington. I don’t care how friendly you think the kid is -” Everyone thinks the kid is, because all he had to do was flash a dopey grin. “He’s going to drag you down and ruin you.” And no matter how much his brother made him angry, he didn’t want to see him shattered the way he’d been before. He had an inkling what Lissington was and it worried him his brother might be the same. He'd be shunned at the least, and at the worst, taken from him. No one was worth that.
Atticus reached forward to press his hands against his brother’s shoulder. “Now please start making your way outside as your guests will be arriving soon.”
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