dignity and love do not blend well
Location: Chapel, House of Bones Time: Morning, 6th of March Status: Closed, for @sectumsmpra
“I suppose … that concludes it, then,” Edgar noted before giving his notebook a last glance. Then he raised his gaze to the young Mister Snape, waiting to be agreed or disagreed with.
The news sat heavy in the pit of his stomach. He knew, of course, that Ainsley hadn’t lied to him, that she really was a part of them now, but to hear it confirmed through the mouth of another, it felt different. It feels less fantastical, more inevitable. By Morgana, he could still see her eyes, almost brimming with tears as they’d sat on that frozen fire escape, confessing their inescapable situation to each other, their fears and their love -- ongoing despite the end of their companionship.
There had been more, of course, more that Snape had informed him of during their meeting today, but Ainsley felt like weighing the most. Selfishly. Edgar shook his head, tried to rid himself of the images that so willingly appeared upon hearing her name and which he had been so good at pushing away for the past few weeks. Failing at it today, inexplicably but unsurprisingly. “Or is there anything else you meant to discuss with me?”
