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There was a part of her that was still trying to process what was happening in her life. She knew that G hadn’t exactly taken the situation lightly. But she had thought that there was more to it. She had thought that there was something that he wasn’t exactly saying, and she knew what it was. She knew that he was worried that she was rushing into something that she didn’t understand. That she had run away from in the past. But this was not that. This was not a relationship where she was property. This was not something that she thought that she needed to run from.
Did she think that she belonged to him now? Yes. In the way that a spouse should always belong to their partner. But not in the way that Hyperion had been worried about. She was not Rabastan’s property. She had not been forced into this relationship. She had chosen to be a part of this family. And it was an untraditional family, sure. Was she worried about how Zoë was going to take the presence of Rabastan in the home that they were going to share? Yes. Were there things that she didn’t quite know how they were going to handle when the time came? Of course.
But they were going to work at it. They were going to work at every single bit of it. And she didn’t think that there was any reason to worry about things like that. There was no reason to think of all of the bad things that could happen. Of all of the ways that this could tear them apart. Andromeda was her best friend. And Rabastan… Honestly, she wasn’t sure what term to use for Rabastan. It was complicated, and she knew that her feelings for the both of them were complicated.
Learning how to cope with what she had known to be familiar for so long, and what she felt now, was going to take her time. She had loved Andromeda for years. But she hadn’t thought about sharing a bed with her. She hadn’t thought that this sort of situation was going to arise, and yet, it had. And she was happy with it. She was happy here, with the both of them. And she had been happy with Ian. She wasn’t going to deny that. He had been exactly what she had needed. But this was different.
Here, with them, watching them smile like that, hearing Rabastan laugh… This was what the future looked like. This was what her future looked like. And when he turned his affection from Andromeda to her, she found herself laughing along with him. She hadn’t had anything to do with it. She wasn’t even sure that she wanted to go to the pitch on Saturday. But she knew that she likely wouldn’t have a choice when Zoë arrived home and realized that Andromeda had purchased them a quidditch team.
“You had better start believing it. Miss I-Bought-A-Quidditch-Team over there, doesn’t know anything about quidditch.” Emmaline knew that from experience. And while she knew the ins and outs of the game in annoying detail, she thought that it would be Rabastan’s prerogative to really run the team. This was his gift, and she didn’t know how much of a stomach she had for it. It was going to take getting used to, going to the pitch again. She hadn’t set foot in a quidditch stadium in over four years.
Did she think that she belonged to him now? Yes. In the way that a spouse should always belong to their partner. But not in the way that Hyperion had been worried about. She was not Rabastan’s property. She had not been forced into this relationship. She had chosen to be a part of this family. And it was an untraditional family, sure. Was she worried about how Zoë was going to take the presence of Rabastan in the home that they were going to share? Yes. Were there things that she didn’t quite know how they were going to handle when the time came? Of course.
But they were going to work at it. They were going to work at every single bit of it. And she didn’t think that there was any reason to worry about things like that. There was no reason to think of all of the bad things that could happen. Of all of the ways that this could tear them apart. Andromeda was her best friend. And Rabastan… Honestly, she wasn’t sure what term to use for Rabastan. It was complicated, and she knew that her feelings for the both of them were complicated.
Learning how to cope with what she had known to be familiar for so long, and what she felt now, was going to take her time. She had loved Andromeda for years. But she hadn’t thought about sharing a bed with her. She hadn’t thought that this sort of situation was going to arise, and yet, it had. And she was happy with it. She was happy here, with the both of them. And she had been happy with Ian. She wasn’t going to deny that. He had been exactly what she had needed. But this was different.
Here, with them, watching them smile like that, hearing Rabastan laugh… This was what the future looked like. This was what her future looked like. And when he turned his affection from Andromeda to her, she found herself laughing along with him. She hadn’t had anything to do with it. She wasn’t even sure that she wanted to go to the pitch on Saturday. But she knew that she likely wouldn’t have a choice when Zoë arrived home and realized that Andromeda had purchased them a quidditch team.
“You had better start believing it. Miss I-Bought-A-Quidditch-Team over there, doesn’t know anything about quidditch.” Emmaline knew that from experience. And while she knew the ins and outs of the game in annoying detail, she thought that it would be Rabastan’s prerogative to really run the team. This was his gift, and she didn’t know how much of a stomach she had for it. It was going to take getting used to, going to the pitch again. She hadn’t set foot in a quidditch stadium in over four years.