Basil was shrieking and it was giving Atticus a headache. He sighed and rubbed his fingers against his temples as he moved past his brother, already done with the entire conversation. Mr. Lissington had a way of laying waste to everything he touched, and even if he hadn’t stepped inside the home, the day was tittering on ruin because of his visit. Who hand-delivered a letter? If he didn’t have an owl the post office provided some with a fee, and surely even his middle class self could afford that. (And if he couldn’t he could ask his whore of a sister now she had dug her claws into the Foxwood fortune.) Basil still didn’t know about the elopement between his cousin and that… woman, and it would remain as such. Edmund had been cast from the family for having an almost bastard child, saved only by marrying the woman who trapped him. Why the siblings had targeted his family was yet to be seen, but the Lissingtons were a bunch of money-hungry, low-class people who needed to learn how to make their own way.
Atticus frowned. Basil grabbed his arm and demanded the letter from him. “It’s not for you.” He hissed at him, wrenching his arm out of his grasp. “And if it was, you would absolutely not read it. He is no good for you, for society, and it was better all around when he was traipsing wherever the hell he was before away from you.” The elder brother pursed his lips together. He softened his voice as he spoke. “Do you remember that night you came home? Why, Basil, would you jump right back into that? He will break you and it will be me who is picking up the pieces again.” All he could think of was his brother clutching him, how broken he’d been over a friend. Over Mr. Lissington.
“I will not ask again. Go greet your guests.” He hissed, placing both his hands on his brother’s shoulder to give him a push in the right direction.
Atticus frowned. Basil grabbed his arm and demanded the letter from him. “It’s not for you.” He hissed at him, wrenching his arm out of his grasp. “And if it was, you would absolutely not read it. He is no good for you, for society, and it was better all around when he was traipsing wherever the hell he was before away from you.” The elder brother pursed his lips together. He softened his voice as he spoke. “Do you remember that night you came home? Why, Basil, would you jump right back into that? He will break you and it will be me who is picking up the pieces again.” All he could think of was his brother clutching him, how broken he’d been over a friend. Over Mr. Lissington.
“I will not ask again. Go greet your guests.” He hissed, placing both his hands on his brother’s shoulder to give him a push in the right direction.
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