He forced a smile as she spoke, not quite sure what she was getting out. They still felt like goodbye, and he racked his brain to wonder what in the world he’d done to upset her. Had it been last night? It was still hazy and no matter how much he wished he could recall every word he said he couldn’t. It was aggravating. Miss Mountbatton was, too. Atticus stood in front of her, almost toe to toe, and she looked beautiful in the soft glow of the morning light.
Then their fingers were laced and he watched her with interest; there was something melancholy about her actions, the way her gaze kept dropping from his. But it was her words that caused his heart to ache. Somewhere along the way, he’d grown fond of Miss Mountbatton; he looked forward to seeing her at events. Her smile lit up the room and her laugh was intoxicating. Atticus wanted to have all of it - and more - for the rest of his life.
He almost scoffed at her; The Foxwoods were a wealthy family, there was no denying that; their bloodline was pure but the family members he was often seen with weren't. He chuckled quietly, keeping his voice low as to not disturb the world around them. The grass still glistened with dew and the sun still rose somewhere behind him. “You think I care about that? I don’t need power or money or connections, Natsuko. I need you. Just you. I would spend the rest of my life looking for you.” Stepping forward, Atticus gently cupped his hands against her cheeks and brushed his lips against hers. Rules, society, expectations be damned. He couldn’t let her slip through his fingers; her goodbye was not something Atticus was willing to accept.
Then their fingers were laced and he watched her with interest; there was something melancholy about her actions, the way her gaze kept dropping from his. But it was her words that caused his heart to ache. Somewhere along the way, he’d grown fond of Miss Mountbatton; he looked forward to seeing her at events. Her smile lit up the room and her laugh was intoxicating. Atticus wanted to have all of it - and more - for the rest of his life.
He almost scoffed at her; The Foxwoods were a wealthy family, there was no denying that; their bloodline was pure but the family members he was often seen with weren't. He chuckled quietly, keeping his voice low as to not disturb the world around them. The grass still glistened with dew and the sun still rose somewhere behind him. “You think I care about that? I don’t need power or money or connections, Natsuko. I need you. Just you. I would spend the rest of my life looking for you.” Stepping forward, Atticus gently cupped his hands against her cheeks and brushed his lips against hers. Rules, society, expectations be damned. He couldn’t let her slip through his fingers; her goodbye was not something Atticus was willing to accept.
@"Natsuko Mountbatton"
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