Post by Adrian Hollows on Aug 7, 2013 16:38:47 GMT -5
As a general rule, Layla minded her own business and kept out of things that didn't concern her. When Rister was a bit of an idiot and married Meredith, she held her tongue and kept her own counsel. Well, mostly. There was no way to completely conceal that she absolutely despised Meredith's initial treatment of Morgana and Rister and the rest of the family. These were the people who had taken her in and unequivocally accepted her as one of their own even when Ashlyn had been wary of the little blonde waif she had so suddenly been given custody of. They had never mocked her for her silence or tried to force her to speak when the words seemed to freeze in her throat. Morgana had just let her tag along after her and Leandra on their excursions, Leandra had showed her that needing a nightlight didn't necessarily mean that she was weak or childish, and Rister had given her the grand tour of the lands surrounding Graas castle and teased her and been the big brother she had always wanted but had never received in Keegan. Damon had been there to mediate the awkward, unsure interactions between the two blondes, Gabriel had taught her how to dance and how to hold her head up high with a brazen smile even when she didn't feel like it, and Jared was teacher and confidante and best friend all in one. Kris and Cleo were parents, in a way. They gave out the rules and the disappointed looks and the praise that Ashlyn wasn't capable of providing her with, and Kris always let her cuddle up with the malamutes on the floor. This was her family and Meredith had hurt them all (but Morgana and Rister most of all and Layla would never, never, never forgive that) but Rister somehow loved her despite her foolishness and her younger sister was Layla's best friend so she held her tongue and kept out of it.
The one thing she couldn't just sit idly by and watch, however, was the way Ashlyn and Damon edged around each other like they weren't actually, honestly and literally going to spend the rest of their lives with each other. Ashlyn had basically proposed the most binding form of marriage in the entire Wizarding world when she bound herself to Damon and yet they were still being absolute idiots about the entire situation. Ashlyn had his ring, for Merlin's sake. Extenuating circumstances be damned, he had given her it and she had worn it and that meant something. At sixteen years old, Layla was dreading the day she met the girl Jared would one day give his ring to and yet Ashlyn had everything Layla wanted and was wasting it all because of her own stupidity. As much as Layla loved her cousin, something had to be done.
Unfortunately for the sanity of everyone involved, Rosalind had appointed herself in charge of this little operation. Pip, proving that he did indeed think quickly on his feet, had managed to wriggle out of any direct involvement by offering to keep an eye on Ashlyn and Damon so that they didn't accidentally stumble upon this meeting of brilliant minds and shrewd ideas. Layla just wished that she had had the same idea.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Rosalind announced grandly, "we are gathered here today..."
"This isn't a wedding, Rosa." Lita raised an unimpressed eyebrow, leaning back in her seat lazily.
"Nooo," Rosalind agreed slowly, "but we're hoping it'll end in one, right? Because Layla would look so pretty in a bridesmaid dress, right, Jared?" Layla shot her a sharp look at that, chiding and angry, and Rosalind moved on hurriedly. "Anyway, yeah. Damon and Ashlyn. Ideas for getting them together. Go!"
The one thing she couldn't just sit idly by and watch, however, was the way Ashlyn and Damon edged around each other like they weren't actually, honestly and literally going to spend the rest of their lives with each other. Ashlyn had basically proposed the most binding form of marriage in the entire Wizarding world when she bound herself to Damon and yet they were still being absolute idiots about the entire situation. Ashlyn had his ring, for Merlin's sake. Extenuating circumstances be damned, he had given her it and she had worn it and that meant something. At sixteen years old, Layla was dreading the day she met the girl Jared would one day give his ring to and yet Ashlyn had everything Layla wanted and was wasting it all because of her own stupidity. As much as Layla loved her cousin, something had to be done.
Unfortunately for the sanity of everyone involved, Rosalind had appointed herself in charge of this little operation. Pip, proving that he did indeed think quickly on his feet, had managed to wriggle out of any direct involvement by offering to keep an eye on Ashlyn and Damon so that they didn't accidentally stumble upon this meeting of brilliant minds and shrewd ideas. Layla just wished that she had had the same idea.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Rosalind announced grandly, "we are gathered here today..."
"This isn't a wedding, Rosa." Lita raised an unimpressed eyebrow, leaning back in her seat lazily.
"Nooo," Rosalind agreed slowly, "but we're hoping it'll end in one, right? Because Layla would look so pretty in a bridesmaid dress, right, Jared?" Layla shot her a sharp look at that, chiding and angry, and Rosalind moved on hurriedly. "Anyway, yeah. Damon and Ashlyn. Ideas for getting them together. Go!"