Felicity doesn't really have a problem with the marriage. She's always known she was going to be expected to marry for status and money and not for love. She's the oldest daughter in a wealthy family with important connections that span centuries, the kind of power and influence that doesn't always come with land and titles, but gets spoken of by those who have both. She's grown up pawn and player both and at least her father's choice for her isn't repulsive.
But what he is, if she's honest, is too unpredictably attentive. She'd always presumed that she would marry some brutish man who would want to fuck her for some combination of pleasure and heirs and had, in preparation, become adept at conjuring the former and studiously preventing the latter, but who would mostly not care for her otherwise.
Azwell is... none of those things, really. Certainly, he seems to appreciate her sexual education well enough, and she has no complaints in that department of him but he's unpredictable. When he's working on something, she can spend days alone on end, tending to her own affairs, but when he decides he's done down in his laboratory, he actually cares about her, what she's doing, where she's going or who she's with. If it were just controlling, she could work around it, but he seems to really care and she's not totally heartless. She doesn't want to be shrewish to someone who's actually kind to her. But he needs a distraction, something to keep his attention when he comes up for air that will keep him if not disinterested in her, at least splitting his attention.
And it just so happens that she has a dear little brother who also just so happens to have a penchant for the alchemical and magical and who also has just gotten into some kind of scandal back at his fancy pants wizard school or whatever it was that he was doing.
"My brother's been expelled from University," she says over dinner one of the evenings where Azwel has come up from the laboratory, "I was thinking he could come and stay with us for a while while Mother and Father sort things out with the Dean." She's not really asking, though she does keep her tone mild enough. She'll give him a chance to agree on his own before she bargains for it.
"I think you might like him," she's betting he'll more than like him, "He's been studying magic."
Carden knows what she's like, knows that there will be some kind of scheme, if she's sending word that he can come stay, but surely it's a choice he'd make over going home to his parents. Azwel is, as usual, the unpredictable card on the table.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
rosecarmine
(no subject)
Date: 2020-06-11 03:20 am (UTC)But what he is, if she's honest, is too unpredictably attentive. She'd always presumed that she would marry some brutish man who would want to fuck her for some combination of pleasure and heirs and had, in preparation, become adept at conjuring the former and studiously preventing the latter, but who would mostly not care for her otherwise.
Azwell is... none of those things, really. Certainly, he seems to appreciate her sexual education well enough, and she has no complaints in that department of him but he's unpredictable. When he's working on something, she can spend days alone on end, tending to her own affairs, but when he decides he's done down in his laboratory, he actually cares about her, what she's doing, where she's going or who she's with. If it were just controlling, she could work around it, but he seems to really care and she's not totally heartless. She doesn't want to be shrewish to someone who's actually kind to her. But he needs a distraction, something to keep his attention when he comes up for air that will keep him if not disinterested in her, at least splitting his attention.
And it just so happens that she has a dear little brother who also just so happens to have a penchant for the alchemical and magical and who also has just gotten into some kind of scandal back at his fancy pants wizard school or whatever it was that he was doing.
"My brother's been expelled from University," she says over dinner one of the evenings where Azwel has come up from the laboratory, "I was thinking he could come and stay with us for a while while Mother and Father sort things out with the Dean." She's not really asking, though she does keep her tone mild enough. She'll give him a chance to agree on his own before she bargains for it.
"I think you might like him," she's betting he'll more than like him, "He's been studying magic."
Carden knows what she's like, knows that there will be some kind of scheme, if she's sending word that he can come stay, but surely it's a choice he'd make over going home to his parents. Azwel is, as usual, the unpredictable card on the table.