Well, that had most definitely gone down better than he had expected it to. He hadn’t realised that he could actually be even slightly convincing! That sentiment and fondness and idiocy could overcome the cold look of logic! Ha! See, she was smiling again, their shared frustration ebbing again.
They’d chased it away the thought of defeat for another minute. A minute at a time: they could go minute by minute if they had to, he didn’t mind.
“You don’t know,” Tyb countered in jest, cocking his head at her as she curled into his lap. “I might snore.”
She might get tired of him one day for any reason at all, even a proper one, but he could hardly worry about the thought of that, when that was still accompanied by the triumph it would be to see her all the time.
Thinking about the future made Tyb suddenly even more grateful for her warmth, for something to wind his arms around and hold. He didn’t much want to let go. His grin softened as he leant into her, propping his chin on her shoulder as he held her. Of course she’d like the library.
“I could go on,” he murmured quietly, easily, half into her hair. About the rest of it, he meant. The good it could be. The house they lived in would only be the backdrop, after all. They’d have gotten married, they’d have children - a couple at least. Maybe more, like Elsie’s family. A close-knit bunch. Quidditch in the garden. Reading on blankets on the lawn. Never a dull day. Warmth spilling out from every corner.
They’d chased it away the thought of defeat for another minute. A minute at a time: they could go minute by minute if they had to, he didn’t mind.
“You don’t know,” Tyb countered in jest, cocking his head at her as she curled into his lap. “I might snore.”
She might get tired of him one day for any reason at all, even a proper one, but he could hardly worry about the thought of that, when that was still accompanied by the triumph it would be to see her all the time.
Thinking about the future made Tyb suddenly even more grateful for her warmth, for something to wind his arms around and hold. He didn’t much want to let go. His grin softened as he leant into her, propping his chin on her shoulder as he held her. Of course she’d like the library.
“I could go on,” he murmured quietly, easily, half into her hair. About the rest of it, he meant. The good it could be. The house they lived in would only be the backdrop, after all. They’d have gotten married, they’d have children - a couple at least. Maybe more, like Elsie’s family. A close-knit bunch. Quidditch in the garden. Reading on blankets on the lawn. Never a dull day. Warmth spilling out from every corner.
