adrian + joscelin // annoying husbands
Who: Adrian and Joscelin
When: After this (wherein Joscelin cruelly ignores her husband over the Ledgers)
Where: The Golden Hour Compound; specifically Joscelin's office
Rating: G.
Joscelin hadn't answered his question regarding their son. Adrian wasn't sure if she'd ignored it, or gotten distracted, but either way, he felt it was something she should have some say in, even if she made no secret about not really wanting much to do with her family.
Thus he found himself tracking her down to her office. He bore no gifts with him, as he normally did whenever he went there. She'd probably be thankful for that. Her door was open, which let him verify that she was there, but he still knocked and waited politely (which he never did for anyone else).
Joscelin hadn't answered because Joscelin didn't care one way or the other. Their son could have run away to join a troupe of traveling performers for all she cared, to be perfectly honest, and there were worse things he could do with his life. For example, he could have wanted to be an Initiate. If he ever wanted to set foot into Cita's precious house, then and only then would she put her foot down. As it was, it didn't matter what she wanted. Regardless of what she thought, he'd do it anyway. Her plants were infinitely more important, anyway.
Even as Adrian knocked on her door, she was inspecting a potted plant, absently tugging at one of the leaves and running her fingers over it to inspect it's texture. A bit waxy; she wouldn't have thought it of this particular one. "I know it's you, Adrian. Either come in or leave me alone."
A shame Adrian couldn't read minds! Well, no, really it wasn't a shame, because he didn't think he'd appreciate the uncensored versions of what she called him frequently.
Adrian entered the office, watching his wife for a silent moment. It didn't matter how much she brushed him off or belittled him, she was still lovely. "It's good to see you, too, Joscelin." Actually using her name for once. "Look, I know you don't particularly care about what your kids do, and you know I never bother you with family things. Well, outside of the occasional attempt to get you to attend a birthday party. But your approval is something Mathias really wants right now."
She was only half paying attention to anything that came out of her husband's mouth, truth be told, her attention currently split between the plant she was examining and the book in which she was taking down notes about the plant: the texture of the leaves, the soil content, what exactly the plant might be used for, etc..
It was only when Adrian emphasized that their son wanted her approval, of all things, that she spared a glance in his direction, one eyebrow arched as she looked at him. "He's your son. What does he want my approval for?"
In truth, he couldn't understand it any more than she could. He gave their son all the support he could ever need, yet he was wishy washy over whether to join or not. "As much as he's my son, you're still his mother. And this isn't just wanting approval over some drawing or project, this is a career choice."
Adrian considered a moment. "I'll make you a deal. You tell him, over the ledgers for all I care, that you think the Hour would be good for him, and I won't call you any of those names you so dislike for at least a year. No more lovelys or honeys or sweethearts." A pause. "I'll even call you ma'am if you prefer." He couldn't help but grin at that, though he kept it as faint as possible.
This was ridiculous. She had limited interaction with the boy as it was, even if he was her son, and now all of a sudden he wanted her approval on his career choice? The boy who usually wanted nothing to do with her. In what twisted universe did this actually make any sense? As long as he wasn't running off to join the Citadel, she really didn't care.
But, of course, she had to say something or Adrian would never leave. "Fine. I'll tell him at supper tonight for all the good it will do. Now get out of my office."
"Thank you." He figured she just wanted to get rid of him, but so long as Mathias got what he was after, Adrian would be happy. He briefly considered sticking around to ask what Joscelin was up to, but thought better of it and turned to leave her to her work.
Instead, he found himself pondering what to make for supper.
When: After this (wherein Joscelin cruelly ignores her husband over the Ledgers)
Where: The Golden Hour Compound; specifically Joscelin's office
Rating: G.
Joscelin hadn't answered his question regarding their son. Adrian wasn't sure if she'd ignored it, or gotten distracted, but either way, he felt it was something she should have some say in, even if she made no secret about not really wanting much to do with her family.
Thus he found himself tracking her down to her office. He bore no gifts with him, as he normally did whenever he went there. She'd probably be thankful for that. Her door was open, which let him verify that she was there, but he still knocked and waited politely (which he never did for anyone else).
Joscelin hadn't answered because Joscelin didn't care one way or the other. Their son could have run away to join a troupe of traveling performers for all she cared, to be perfectly honest, and there were worse things he could do with his life. For example, he could have wanted to be an Initiate. If he ever wanted to set foot into Cita's precious house, then and only then would she put her foot down. As it was, it didn't matter what she wanted. Regardless of what she thought, he'd do it anyway. Her plants were infinitely more important, anyway.
Even as Adrian knocked on her door, she was inspecting a potted plant, absently tugging at one of the leaves and running her fingers over it to inspect it's texture. A bit waxy; she wouldn't have thought it of this particular one. "I know it's you, Adrian. Either come in or leave me alone."
A shame Adrian couldn't read minds! Well, no, really it wasn't a shame, because he didn't think he'd appreciate the uncensored versions of what she called him frequently.
Adrian entered the office, watching his wife for a silent moment. It didn't matter how much she brushed him off or belittled him, she was still lovely. "It's good to see you, too, Joscelin." Actually using her name for once. "Look, I know you don't particularly care about what your kids do, and you know I never bother you with family things. Well, outside of the occasional attempt to get you to attend a birthday party. But your approval is something Mathias really wants right now."
She was only half paying attention to anything that came out of her husband's mouth, truth be told, her attention currently split between the plant she was examining and the book in which she was taking down notes about the plant: the texture of the leaves, the soil content, what exactly the plant might be used for, etc..
It was only when Adrian emphasized that their son wanted her approval, of all things, that she spared a glance in his direction, one eyebrow arched as she looked at him. "He's your son. What does he want my approval for?"
In truth, he couldn't understand it any more than she could. He gave their son all the support he could ever need, yet he was wishy washy over whether to join or not. "As much as he's my son, you're still his mother. And this isn't just wanting approval over some drawing or project, this is a career choice."
Adrian considered a moment. "I'll make you a deal. You tell him, over the ledgers for all I care, that you think the Hour would be good for him, and I won't call you any of those names you so dislike for at least a year. No more lovelys or honeys or sweethearts." A pause. "I'll even call you ma'am if you prefer." He couldn't help but grin at that, though he kept it as faint as possible.
This was ridiculous. She had limited interaction with the boy as it was, even if he was her son, and now all of a sudden he wanted her approval on his career choice? The boy who usually wanted nothing to do with her. In what twisted universe did this actually make any sense? As long as he wasn't running off to join the Citadel, she really didn't care.
But, of course, she had to say something or Adrian would never leave. "Fine. I'll tell him at supper tonight for all the good it will do. Now get out of my office."
"Thank you." He figured she just wanted to get rid of him, but so long as Mathias got what he was after, Adrian would be happy. He briefly considered sticking around to ask what Joscelin was up to, but thought better of it and turned to leave her to her work.
Instead, he found himself pondering what to make for supper.