"How could you be sure?" he teased, referring to her comments on his smiling (or lack thereof). Edric did not consciously avoid smiling; he'd never been the smiling type anyways, and without February by his side, there wasn't much going on around him to bring a grin to his face. There was a difference between smiling normally and smiling like a mad man - and Febby was likely to get the latter out of him in the form of a wide, flashy, bizarre-looking grin.
He hummed once more in approval as she snuggled into him and wedged one of his arms under the pillow that she was resting on. It was unlikely they were going to sleep anytime soon (he was dying to get his hands on her after all the tension between them), but that that, just for once, they should have a serious conversation first.
(As long as it did not end up in them breaking up, as it had last time - but he didn't want to think about it.)
"You're going to have to introduce me at some point," he said, continuing with the teasing, "or else I'm going to start believing you're embarrassed of me." He, of course, understood her family concerns, and he had ones of his own. He wanted his father's approval, but knew deep down that he would likely be faced with apathy and indifference. His father had never forced expectations on him in terms of his choice of bride - not blood status, not wealth, nothing - and thus Edric didn't know what type of woman would make him proud.
"Who has you going to that bloody ball, anyways? Isn't it...love-themed?" Febby had a man. She had him. She had a fiance (even if it wasn't public knowledge), so why even be tempted to go in the first place?
He hummed once more in approval as she snuggled into him and wedged one of his arms under the pillow that she was resting on. It was unlikely they were going to sleep anytime soon (he was dying to get his hands on her after all the tension between them), but that that, just for once, they should have a serious conversation first.
(As long as it did not end up in them breaking up, as it had last time - but he didn't want to think about it.)
"You're going to have to introduce me at some point," he said, continuing with the teasing, "or else I'm going to start believing you're embarrassed of me." He, of course, understood her family concerns, and he had ones of his own. He wanted his father's approval, but knew deep down that he would likely be faced with apathy and indifference. His father had never forced expectations on him in terms of his choice of bride - not blood status, not wealth, nothing - and thus Edric didn't know what type of woman would make him proud.
"Who has you going to that bloody ball, anyways? Isn't it...love-themed?" Febby had a man. She had him. She had a fiance (even if it wasn't public knowledge), so why even be tempted to go in the first place?
— set by MJ! —