Post by LEONARD GRANT HOLMES on Jan 6, 2017 3:29:02 GMT -6
It was probably far too cold to actually be outside aside from classes, but that also meant that there was less likely to be people around, which was exactly the point. After the disaster that was winter holiday, Leo just wanted things to get back to normal. Unfortunately, his father had seen to it that things would not be properly normal for a very long time. It wasn't something he'd spoken to Peter about yet, though. He wanted to wait until he had a better idea about how to move forward.
Sending the note to Lyanna to meet with him had been easy enough, and the time and place had been settled on easily. Arms wrapped around himself, Leo sat with his back against one wall of the boathouse, a small, containable fire next to him. Even with its warmth, he was still a bit chilled, but hopefully this wouldn't take too long.
The door to the building opened, and Leo got to his feet, not wanting to be slouching around when Lyanna finally got there. Once he saw her, he nearly smiled if only because she was actually a fairly friendly face in all this mess, but instead he managed to keep things neutral. "Thank you coming all the way out here," he told her as a greeting.
Well, hadn't that been an interesting Christmas break. It was certainly up there with dramatic holidays. Lyanna had been eavesdropping when her uncle and aunt and had come to speak to her parents, and while the decision that her parents had made was not welcome, it was hardly a surprise.
They couldn't control Edmund - she was a bit amused that they had even tried - but they could try to control the children that still lived under their roofs. And thus came around this unsavory arrangement.
Getting Leo's message, she piled on her winter clothing, because it was abysmally cold out there, and went to meet him. "Its closer for me than it is for you," she returned, coming to stand beside him. "Nice spot. Not many people are going to be fool enough to venture out in this."
Post by LEONARD GRANT HOLMES on Jan 15, 2017 22:50:49 GMT -6
As he looked at her, Leo supposed that his parents could have chosen someone worse. They could have easily chosen someone who would not want to work with him on making sure nothing actually happened. They could have chosen someone he disliked. But Lyanna was nice and she had already made it clear that she wanted this just as little as he did. However, that didn't mean they yet had the power to stop it.
"I just wanted to get away from anyone that might overhear us. Particularly those who like to tell their parents everything," he said slightly bitter. It wasn't in his nature to sneak around and do anything, despite that it was a trait many in his family possessed. Leo much preferred to be upfront about his thoughts and choices. There wasn't a choice here.
The fact that her parents had made this agreement with the Holmes suggested the level of nervousness they were about this whole thing. Edmund going against convention and getting engaged to another man, had caused a bit of a dip. The family was pureblood and well off, but still. He was a werewolf. It didn't bother Lyanna, they were not going to go through with it, after all.
"Smart decision," she agreed. It had been near impossible to get a chance for them both to talk after the decision making had gone through, and there was many places in the school that would have risked being overheard. "How would you like to start?"
Post by LEONARD GRANT HOLMES on Feb 21, 2017 21:30:51 GMT -6
the choice is mine.
Taking a moment to make sure all of his thoughts were in order, Leo looked at the girl his parents wanted him to get married to. In another lifetime, maybe he would have. She wasn't the worst choice. But in this lifetime, Peter took precedent over everyone else. "Well, clearly we're not going to do this, right?" he asked. It probably went without saying, but he'd feel better to hear it. Even though there wasn't much they could do in the moment, being too young to rebel against their parents, it would ease his worry a bit to know they would in the future.
Lyanna looked over at Leo. He wasn't a bad choice, objectively she could admit that. The being a werewolf did take something away from it, but all in all, it could have been worse. But he wasn't her choice, and something as important as who you were going to spend your life with seemed like it should be your choice - there was an awful lot hanging on that decision.
"No," she said, with a shake of her head. "Marrying you is not something that I want." At least they were on the same page there. "But the question is, how much do we go along with it?" If at all. But things would be far more easier if they pretended at least a little bit, to be doing what their parents wanted them to.
Post by LEONARD GRANT HOLMES on Apr 20, 2017 22:25:23 GMT -6
the choice is mine.
Though he'd already had an idea, it was comforting to hear her words all the same. He hadn't doubted her lack of desire to be married to him, but all the same, sometimes familial expectations got in the way of wants. Thankfully that wasn't the case here. Her question, though, had him frowning as he considered it. There was a part of him that wanted to rebel now, to have nothing to do with this plan from the get-go, but there was a smarter, more logical part of him that knew that wasn't an option right now. He still relied on his family for too much to jeopardize it now. "Enough to keep them off our backs," he said finally. Whatever that meant. "At least for now."
She had to admire her cousin a little bit. He had been thrown a great deal of familial expectaction and had told his parents exactly where to shove it. But maybe that was easier for him now. He was an adult, he didn't have to rely on them. They could make his life harder, certainly, but it wasn't quite the same. Okay, good, Leo was for keeping their parents off their backs. It might have been difficult if he was resolutely deciding to go completely against it. "How far does keeping them off our backs extend? What are you willing or not willing to do so they believe it?"
Post by LEONARD GRANT HOLMES on May 10, 2017 21:59:04 GMT -6
the choice is mine
LOTS OF WORDS
The boy paused for a moment. He hadn't really considered anything beyond keeping their parents off their back. He hadn't stopped for a minute to actually figure out how they were going to do that. There would be expectations they had to meet. There would probably be things he was highly uncomfortable with. Nothing about this was going to be fun, and it was going to last for a few years at the very least. "We have to be convincing," he said slowly. "Whatever it takes."
He didn't expect their parents thought the two of them would fall in love, not with how vehemently Leo had fought with his father over Christmas, but they would still expect something from them. There were still parts to be played, and the two of them would be watched more than other as both families struggled to redeem themselves from unfortunate happenings.
It wasn't enough to want to be convincing, to want their parents to believe them. They couldn't just go into this aimlessly and then hope for the best. That was a surefire way to end in disaster. She looked at him, and raised an eyebrow. "Whatever it takes?" She challenged. They were easy words to say, less so to do when you were faced with what it might take - when you had hardly even considered what it might take.
At least they didn't actually have to pretend to be in love - both sets of parents knew that was not what the marriage was for. There was still a dance to dance, but the steps were different.
Post by LEONARD GRANT HOLMES on May 14, 2017 12:30:14 GMT -6
Leo took a moment to look at her. In another world, he might have been okay with the arrangement. She wasn't the worst girl they could have picked. But this wasn't another world. "Whatever it takes, " he said again with a nod. "What other choice do we have?" Their parents had too much riding on this to accept minimal effort as enough. They had to be as convincing as they could be, even if it involved things that were uncomfortable to some degree.
She met his gaze, looking back at him. He said that, and he probably meant it, but would he pull through? It must be a tricky spot, while actually dating someone. "Good," she said with a nod. "There isn't one, really," she said with a grim smile. This was going to ve interesting.
Post by LEONARD GRANT HOLMES on May 17, 2017 23:30:40 GMT -6
the choice is mine
LOTS OF WORDS
Leo leaned his head back on the wall. This was such a mess and it had only just started. They still had years to deal with. Nothing about this was going to be easy, which he was pretty sure he was prepared for, but time would tell. "I'm sorry that you're stuck in this situation with me," he told her.
Lyanna looked over at Leo, and gave a slight shrug of her shoulders. "It is what it is. We're just going to have to deal with it the best that we can." Deal with it until they were old enough that what their parents wanted didn't matter, until they could throw it back into their face. But that was quite a few years away now. "At least we're on the same page. And you're not an asshole," she added, thinking about Rosalie and Edgar. It definitely could have been worse.
Post by LEONARD GRANT HOLMES on Jul 5, 2017 20:46:33 GMT -6
"I do my best to not be an asshole," he said. Sometimes it didn't work, but he tried. What a mess this all was. Being a brat about it wasn't going to make it any easier to handle though. They had to handle this with clear minds and calm. That was the only way to endure until Leo was seventeen and could tell his father exactly what he could do with this poor attempt to control his son.