Post by grey xavier slater on Feb 18, 2018 13:27:10 GMT -7
He let out a groan, head slumping back into his seat cushion as Cecelia said he would still have to run. Eventually he would have to get used to it, especially with her. She said it herself, she didn’t wait for people to sweep her off her feet. Apparently his constant annoyance over the last year was a decent replacement for that; being threatened with detentions over and over again but never receiving one was a fun game to play, always pushing the limits a little more each time. “Do you get a head-start, or do we go at the same time? Because that makes a difference you know,” he grinned. If they were going to talk figuratively, he might as well get the best chances of catching her as he could. He knew that he was already winning anyways. A conversation like this wouldn’t happen if he wasn’t.
“Same goes for them. The way they act is immature, always trying to place pressure on us be better than one another.” Grey was unsure if that was true for Addi, since she was the youngest, but they had certainly tried to hammer into his head that he needed to follow in Claire’s footsteps. It was because they were so similar, that their parents thought they could clone him into being the same thing she was – their perfect puppet, ready to do what they asked of her. She had told him months ago that she disliked it as well, but didn’t know what else to do other than listen to what they wanted. Being independent and thinking for herself was a good place to start. “I’d rather tell my sisters first, to be honest. Even with how things are, I think they still understand me better than they let on,” he frowned. At Cecelia’s comment about her parents trying to marry her off, he had a brief moment where there was a knot in his throat, the feeling that accompanied an awful thought like that. “No offense, but the old generation of pureblood families need to start understanding that those kinds of things don’t work anymore. They can sod off if they try to pull that with me around.” He was sure in certain situations that could come across in the wrong manner; he had no experience to speak of since he wasn’t a pureblood, his family held zero political power, and he wasn’t filthy rich either. But he also knew that he wasn’t wrong about it.