Lestranges didn't beg.
Cash knew this in his bones. Lestranges didn't beg. They especially did not beg halfbloods. If they begged anyone, it was each other — (years ago, begging Belphoebe, please) — but they did not beg others. Cash was not a very good Lestrange. He was too emotive, or had been; he cared too much about frivolous things like Quidditch; he was an invert; he was known to associate with halfbloods. He was not a very good Lestrange, had been a disappointment for most of his life, but he was still a Lestrange. He was proud. This was what had led him to become less of a blood purist in the first place; Cash was proud, so anyone who was worth his time had to be worth something.
Cash didn't beg. Or — Cash only begged when he was desperate.
He hadn't expected to be desperate; he thought that he'd had enough time to make peace with this. He was shackling himself to the responsibility of marriage. He was losing Ford's respect, and maybe his friendship. He was losing Quidditch, and the thing he loved the most — the only thing he'd ever really been good at.
He'd expected to lose Theo.
He was gaining — whatever he gained when he had less time under his father's roof.
His heart rate was high. He wanted. He wanted — to be understood, but he did not know how to articulate. He didn't want to lose Theo.
"Theo," Cash begged, "Please."
Cash knew this in his bones. Lestranges didn't beg. They especially did not beg halfbloods. If they begged anyone, it was each other — (years ago, begging Belphoebe, please) — but they did not beg others. Cash was not a very good Lestrange. He was too emotive, or had been; he cared too much about frivolous things like Quidditch; he was an invert; he was known to associate with halfbloods. He was not a very good Lestrange, had been a disappointment for most of his life, but he was still a Lestrange. He was proud. This was what had led him to become less of a blood purist in the first place; Cash was proud, so anyone who was worth his time had to be worth something.
Cash didn't beg. Or — Cash only begged when he was desperate.
He hadn't expected to be desperate; he thought that he'd had enough time to make peace with this. He was shackling himself to the responsibility of marriage. He was losing Ford's respect, and maybe his friendship. He was losing Quidditch, and the thing he loved the most — the only thing he'd ever really been good at.
He'd expected to lose Theo.
He was gaining — whatever he gained when he had less time under his father's roof.
His heart rate was high. He wanted. He wanted — to be understood, but he did not know how to articulate. He didn't want to lose Theo.
"Theo," Cash begged, "Please."
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