i'll be just fine pretending i'm not

i'm far from lonely and it's all that i've got
@sabine  | outfit

He wasn't entirely sure why he had invited his best mate's new wife to meet him at King's Cross. Maybe he wanted to ride the rails, look out the window like some sad music video while ignoring her existence. Maybe he wanted to take her far away from London and leave her somewhere weird. Maybe he wanted to just push her onto the rails and see what could come from that? That last one was a little much, but he'd be lying if he didn't consider it. He hardly knew the woman, and somehow she had come into his life to mess everything up. The band was on the verge of something big, he could feel it! And this woman came just in the nick of time to screw it all to hell. 

They had been rumoring about a tour with Fenix's band, if he ever got his other members squared away. The crowds were growing every night, especially since his little incident with the dragons. It was a matter of time before they struck gold, and where did that leave them with this new...distraction. Yes, that's exactly what she was. A bloody distraction. Look at him now, standing foolishly at the station awaiting her to have a little 'chat'. A little 'one-on-one'. He could be practicing! Right. Now! He could be writing some new pieces, but no. He was waiting on her. If he didn't love Tib as much as he did, he'd likely have told the whole bloody planet to fuck off! But he was his best mate, his band mate, and for that he would suffer the introduction of this woman.

In fact, he could do one better. He would not only suffer her introduction, but he would try to play nice. For Tib's sake. For the band's sake. Hell, maybe for his own damn sake too. He didn't like to feel the way the whole ordeal had made him feel. He just wanted to have a good time, drink beer, chase woman and make sweet ass music. So he would put this behind him.... After today, it was going to be behind him. Way behind, he hoped. Especially if he left her somewhere. Then it would literally be way behind him as he trucked merrily back to London down the tracks, waving at her as he left the platform. If only. 

Merlin, Tib would have his ass if he tried to pull such a mess. Van leaned against a pillar as he mused about the possibility. A lit cigarette bobbed in his mouth as his lips turned into a little smile for himself. Was he a terrible lad for finding humor in this? He found himself growing irritated by his waiting. Had he not told her three o'clock? Was it three o'clock even? He didn't have a watch handy, but it felt more like five. His brow furrowed as he saw the woman approaching down the platform and he plucked the cigarette out of his mouth. "You're late," he snarked, not really knowing if it was true or not. 

All That I've Got

Sabine's Outfit

Getting married had been an accident. They had been drunk, and she had been upset, and it had just sort of happened. They hadn't planned on it, they didn't even really know one another. She knew that she had plenty of secrets in her closets that she planned on keeping secrets. For the rest of her life if she could help it. There were three… Well, she suspected four. Her mother's mother probably knew… There were four people on this planet besides herself that knew who her mother was. That knew that Sabine Larsen had been born a Finley. That was something that she was just going to keep to herself. Making Athena actually talk to her was a challenge, and she knew that she hadn't even started to ask the woman that was technically her mother, any questions yet. She had plenty. There were plenty of things that she wanted to know, and the one that bothered her the most, was who her father was. Because he couldn't have been someone respectable. He couldn't have been someone that they would have wanted to be associated with, or she would have kept her. She had to believe that.

Sabine knew that asking questions was likely to get her answers that she didn't want. She liked the scenario that she had created for herself. It was one that meant that the man was dead, and that was something that she could accept. It was easy enough to accept that she was an orphan, that was the story that she was sticking with too. When Tiberius had asked, she had told him the truth. That she had been raised in an orphanage. That she had been adopted when she was fifteen. That the people that had adopted her had died in a boating accident when she was seventeen. That she was the only heir to the Larsen family fortune. She had more money than anyone thought that she did. No one had been allowed to see her house. She still hadn't even let Tiberius come to Wynridge. She went to him. Sabine really couldn't explain why she didn't like people there… But she didn't. Constance, Odelia… There was no one else that needed to be there. Tib… Eventually… But not yet.

They were married, but they were dating. They were trying to at least give this a chance. And Sabine knew the choice that she had made. She knew what she had asked from him when they had gotten back to London. She knew that she had hit him with lawyers, and post nuptial agreements, and all kinds of things that he probably wasn't expecting, but she had a fortune to protect. And a marriage made of crappy ideas, and tequila was not going to jeopardize that for her. Not when she had a life all planned out for herself, and it was one that hadn't included marrying a rock star until it had happened. It was funny really, considering that she didn't really know anything about The Weird Sisters… Or the Weird Sisters II. All she knew about them was that they were some of the records that Thea had always played through the house when Sabine had been at the Mountbattens. She didn't know what she really thought of that part of all of this. Of being married to a rock star.

She supposed that there would be plenty of girls that would have killed to be her. Ironic, that statement… Sabine hadn't had to kill anyone to get him to marry her. She couldn't even say that she was the one that had gotten him to do anything. Her memories of that night were hazy, at best. But she thought that there was something there that she could at least recall a little bit. She thought that it had actually been someone else's idea entirely, and then Tib had lit on it, and she had heard herself saying 'Yes', and that had really seemed like the end of it. You could get married really quickly in Vegas… They had learned that the hard way. But they were trying to figure it out. They were trying to not be that couple that just got married and divorced. They hadn't meant for this to happen, but it had, and really, she didn't think that it had had to change anything. It hadn't really impacted her life. Yes, she was married, yes that meant that she had to stop picking up men in bars. But really that was it.

Nothing crazy had had to happen. The world didn't even know that they were together. Let alone that they were married. And Sabine thought that it could stay that way until the opportune moment. She had learned a lot over the years, and she thought that there was a lot to be said for waiting for the opportune moment to reveal information, because information was power. And she liked having a little of that under her control. Right now, this marriage, was under her control, and she intended to keep it that way until it was made public knowledge. She did know, however, that there was one particular someone that Tiberius had told, and she thought that it was almost amusing when the note had come from the Parkinson that he finally wanted to meet her. It had been a matter of time, really… As she moved down the platform towards him she resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "No, I'm not. I have three more minutes. I could turn around and come back if you'd like though." She didn't take anything, from anyone, she was not kind, she was not warm. Her icy features cut like glass as her crystal eyes took in the man in front of her. "Smoking will kill you before your time, Lord Parkinson."

I'LL BE JUST FINE PRETENDING I'M NOT

I'M FAR FROM LONELY AND IT'S ALL THAT I'VE GOT

Tib had told him a bit about the lass, not that he had really listened. All he had heard was the name and poof! He had reached the end of his attention span. Instead he had sat stewing on the couch in Tib's apartment, cursing the fact that he had to learn such unwelcome news to the background of such a great album. Alice Cooper was ruined for him now. Thank you, Sabine. Thank you, Tiberius. Thank you evil little cherub babies that flew around Vegas. Merlin, how he hoped he would never catch a glimpse of one of those fuckers coming for him. If he did he'd likely punt it into traffic and walk very, VERY briskly away. He had no interest in love, or matters of the heart. The only love he had was music. Melody was his mistress, and lyric his lover. He had so foolishly thought Tib shared this mentality. After all, he hadn't been in any sort of 'serious' relationship since Van had known him. Short stints here and there, but never anything this severe. 

Severe, yes. That was a good word for it. Like a train coming off the rails is severe. Or a bus falling off a cliff. This had the ability to change everything, the entire dynamic of the band. What was this new woman's place? He had felt a bit uncertain after they lost their last drummer, opening a spot for Genesis. And he, much like now, did not appreciate the alteration in dynamic. It was a strange thing, really, his dislike of change. He was a rock star, for Merlin's sake! He was to be living by the seat of his pants! He was supposed to live his life uncertain of where he would go next, only knowing for certain that it would be to the next gig or the next bar. In that context, he loved the uncertainty. But when it came to the core things: the band, his family, his friends... Those things needed to stay the same. Because without that persistent and consistent sameness he would spiral, like many great rock stars do. 

The lifestyle was a tricky one to balance. Especially because it seemed so unbalanced in and of itself. It was broken beer bottles, the humming of amps, the screaming, bustling swarm of a mosh pit. Music was chaos. Beautiful, amazing, addicting. Sweet, sweet chaos. But if one were to become engulfed in it... The ramifications could be dire. So many great musicians had fallen victim to the siren's voice, calling them into the chaos. And just like sailors, they too would sink. Some into depression, drug abuse, and others simply sunk their careers. Van was careful of the sirens. Their voices were beautiful, tempting at times, but he never strayed too far into the chaos. Although there were times he likes to brush his fingers into it, pulling a little bit out for himself.  And when those times came to fruition it usually landed him into trouble. With his father, with Eoin, with Tib....This time it had been with Tib, but Van hadn't been the one to pull a piece of the chaos out. Tiberius had. He hadn't just plucked a sample in his fingers but he had reached in and pulled out an entire fucking woman! And a feisty one at that!

Van squinted at the woman while he took another drag. His expression was un-amused and he pursed his lips as she spoke of making him wait even longer. "I've been waiting long enough." His cigarette bobbed as he spoke curtly. Van looked at the woman through narrowed eyes and tried to decide what exactly he was going to do with their time. If they were going to truly keep this marriage a secret, then they couldn't very well say their peace in the midst of a busy train station. The woman spoke of his habit and his eyes rolled dramatically. She had sounded just like father for a moment. "One can only hope," he oozed dramatically. "I don't wish to live forever, and they say only the good die young. Now," he plucked the cigarette from his mouth and rolled the burning end between his fingers as he looked up and down the station. "Where are we going?" Van's lips twitched as he held back a smile. Oh how he loved turning tables.

Sabine couldn't say that this was exactly what she wanted to be doing with her day, but she was trying. And if she was going to take Knox's advice, and actually attempt to make this look like a marriage, then she was going to have to try, and that meant that she was going to have to play nice with Tib's friends. Or the one friend that knew about her at least. She was pretty sure that Van Parkinson was the only member of the Weird Sisters II that had any idea that Sabine Larsen was in fact, Sabine Crabbe, and that they were married at all. Her name wasn't legally Sabine Crabbe. She hadn't changed it yet. That was something that she was going to have to do later on. If she decided that she was actually sticking this thing out. In a way, she thought that the fact that she was still married at all, and that it had been nearly a month, had to mean something. It meant she hadn't given up het. It also meant that no one was dead.

That was something that she thought that she was going to have to rein in. The jokes about people turning up dead. Her… Well… The people that had adopted her, had died in that tragic accident, and for all that anyone else knew about them, her family was dead too. The people that were responsible for bringing her onto this planet. And she thought that until there was an absolute need to change that fact, she wasn't going to. No one needed to know who her mother was. There were only a handful of people in the world that knew that secret, and Sabine was related to all of them. She hadn't even told Tiberius who her mother was, and she intended to keep it that way. He had no reason to need to know that Athena Finley had anything to do with her. And so long as they didn't stand next to each other somewhere, she thought that they could get away with it.

Now that she could see it, she thought that it was obvious, but it hadn't been obvious to people that had known both of them their entire lives. She thought that they could get rid of all of that. They could make it however long they want, without having to worry about it too much. That was what she wanted. She didn't want to have to worry about causing Athena any trouble, and she didn't want that kind of stigma on her. If they were going to get along, they needed to stay out of one another's way. And she thought that they weren't terrible at that. They could figure it out. They were figuring it out. Slowly. Sabine was learning to figure out a lot of things as she went, and she was trying like hell to make sure that she wasn't disappointing Knox too much along the way. She didn't think that he needed that. He hadn't signed up to babysit her for the rest of her life. But that was what was happening.

She was trying. She had been trying. School was trying. Law. Economics. She tried with Odelia. She tried. Sabine knew that getting married hadn't been a part of the plan. That marrying a pureblood was probably something that she shouldn't have done, but she had done it anyway. She knew that they weren't Sacred. Crabbe wasn't a sacred name, but it was a good name. It was a name that could be respected, that meant something. She didn't want to let him down any more than she already had by being her. It was something that she worried about nearly all the time. Something that she knew that she couldn't do anything about. She knew who her mother was. She knew that she was at least half pure. And a pure that had been pure for generations. She was at least half Finley… But who her father was… That she didn't know. She hadn't asked.

Asking had seemed like a bad idea. Maybe someday, but not yet. Not when she was sure that Athena was still trying to deal with her existence, without having to deal with the past, and who her father was. Sabine was content just to think that he was dead, and that he didn't matter. Because he didn't matter. Not to her. Finding Athena hadn't even mattered, until it had happened. And now she didn't know what to do with the information most of the time. It was something she was just trying to ignore. Today especially. When she had to go and deal with Van Parkinson. Because he knew who she was. He knew that she had married Tib. And there was no changing that. It took everything in her not to roll her eyes at him, but she refrained. Sabine raised an eyebrow at his comment, and then shook her head. "You asked me to come to you, Parkinson. I was under the impression that you had some master plan to put me on a train to nowhere and say good riddance. Which would work… If I wasn't a witch…"

I'LL BE JUST FINE PRETENDING I'M NOT

I'M FAR FROM LONELY AND IT'S ALL THAT I'VE GOT

The likelihood of this singular woman to completely destroy the sanctity of the band was....well, it was pretty fucking low. Any logical thinking person would have saw that, and while Van was pretty logical he wasn't exactly one to operate on that force alone. Or at all, in some cases. He was an emotional being. Not in any sort of weird oh-no-he's-crying-into-his-cereal-because-of-the-beauty-of-the-Kellogg's-box sort of emotional, but the other kind. The sort of emotional being that feels normal feelings but with some sort of intense force. Some might be upset by learning that he had been, ...what? The third person to hear about his best mate's wedding?! Surely, he had a right to be upset right along with those types of people. But the issue was in the handling. A normal reaction might have been to process the upset internally, maybe tell their best mate about it? Not Van.

No, nooooot Van. When Tib had told him his immediate reaction was that of grief. There were stages he needed to go through. Never mind the fact that he went rocketing through them at lightning speed only to crash and remain stagnate in the depressive stage. The first stage, shock, had lasted all of about two seconds. He had even sort of laughed in disbelief, trying rapidly in his mind to determine if it was, indeed, an April fools prank. Tib made damn sure to squash that dream right away when he confirmed it as truth. That had been a little dance of denial in and of itself. Tib wasn't joking, but Van had insisted he was and, when he wasn't? Well,  that's when he went flying through the anger and bargaining stages. Mostly anger. Pretty much all anger. The bargaining hadn't come until later. Much later, when he spent a decent amount of his time texting his dear friend all sorts of information on divorce lawyers...you know, coupled with laughing emojis. He wanted to sort of play it cool, while also being like. Get. RID. Of HER!

He was quite sure that Tib had shut his phone off at that point. That, or he had done a fantastic job of ignoring him while he continued his antics. Van had stopped, thank the Gods, and tried his best to move forward. It had not been an easy task. He was stuck in this sort of funky mix of stages, lingering between anger and depression. All he could think of was the ways this woman was going to ruin them. He kept thinking about how horrible it was that Tib could give a woman he barely knew that sort of power, it was....it was unfathomable to him. And they were going to see if it could maybe work out?! Give their relationship a chance?!! That right there had kicked his grief into stage four: the testing phase.

And that was exactly what today was for him, a testing phase. Testing to see if she was serious, or if he could drive her away. Also testing to see if he might actually come to like this woman even in the slightest, which he doubted! Mostly because he had already mentally decided he didn't really want to, but things could change. She could change his mind. Yes, he was no immovable force. He could be easily swayed. Donna knew that, she could play him like a fiddle when she wanted to, and this woman might be able to as well. If for no other reason than because he loved his band and his friend, he could be swayed to her side. It would take some work, of course, and he was more than willing to make her work for it.

Van took the shorted cigarette and shoved in into his nearly empty pack when she took her turn in speaking. He looked up from under his brows at her with a hint of uncertainty. "...If you can read minds, Lady Larsen, I'd appreciate if you wouldn't read mine." Tib hadn't mentioned any sort of special mind reading skills, but then again it wasn't as though he was a hard man to figure out. And with his recent behaviors it was likely assumed that his plans here today were not the favorable kind. Joke being on them, he was TRYING to be kind! Well, as kind as Van could be. "Very true, I did indeed invite you here, but I was under the impression you were a spontaneous woman." His brow flicked along with the corner of his mouth as he drew a cocky smile. "I mean, what's more spontaneous than Vegas, after all? If you could choose to go there, my lady, you can choose where we'll be headed next. That is, unless you'd like to save me the trouble and board the train to nowhere on your own?"

all that I've got is all that i want

Getting married hadn't been on purpose. It hadn't been something that she thought that she was going to have to deal with really. She thought that it was something that she was going to have plenty of time to figure out, years from now. Not going to Vegas to try and deal with her Mummy Issues. And coming home married to a guy that she hadn't even known all that long. They had never been on a date, or anything, they were just friends, and she had woken up married to her friend, and now they were here, and they were back in England, and Sabine had talked to Knox, and she had talked to Odelia, and she had broken down and she had talked to Athena, and she had decided that she wasn't getting divorced. She was going to figure out how to make this work, and in the end, she was going to make the best of it. She thought that that was important. Sabine did not give up on things, she didn't make decisions lightly most of the time, and this was a decision that she had made without thinking about it. This was a decision that she had made, when she shouldn't have, and there was nothing to be done about it now. She was going to make the best of it, and she was going to do her best to try and make sure that she kept herself in the free and clear on this one. She wasn't going to do anything that was going to cause any eyebrows to be raised. Sabine had made a mistake, and now she was going to figure it out. If that meant that she was going to have to navigate his world, then she thought that she could do that. She could play the part, she could become his wife, she could embody that choice. Sabine Larsen could, in time become Sabine Crabbe. She was a Lady. She had made herself Lady Crabbe in a brash decision, and she knew that she would never be the Lady, but that didn't matter. She didn't want to be. She didn't need that position, she just wanted the title that this had gotten her, after she had convinced him that it was better for them both if they had that name, and not his father's. No one knew who her own mother was. No one knew her breeding, or her pedigree. Sabine Larsen was adopted. She was the adopted, heiress, daughter, that had inherited everything with Gabriel and Mariska Larsen had died in that accident. She was something else, and she knew that she was intimidating, and otherworldly at times. She knew that she didn't exactly seem the sort to be a rock star's wife, but that was okay. She didn't much care that she wasn't fitting into that mold. She liked things the way that they were now, or she thought that she could grow to. That in time, they could figure this out. That was all that they were really going to have to worry about for now, what was going to happen later on, because later on was when the world would find out. They were being careful. No one knew that they were married outside of the people that they had personally told, and she thought that that was good. They didn't need the press coming at them from every direction, they didn't need to have to answer questions like that, things that they didn't have press worthy answers to questions that they hadn't had to face yet. Sabine could handle her lawyers being in her face. What she couldn't handle were reporters. Because he was famous. She knew that he was famous, and she didn't want to have to deal with that. She didn't want to have to deal with the reality of that situation before she needed to. There would come a time when that was okay, but they weren't there yet. She knew that they weren't there yet, and she wasn't dealing with it before she had to. "I don't read minds. I've just heard things…" Tiberius didn't seem to think that his best friend was all that happy with the way that they had gotten married, and she figured that that was probably her fault, but it was something that neither one of them had planned. She wasn't often spontaneous, as he said. She was more structured, more disciplined. This had been a breech in that, and it was one that she didn't really care for. Nor did she like being talked to like a child, but right now Rule Number 43 seemed to be playing through her head over and over, and she was going to listen… "Come on then…" she headed for the ticket window and clicked her purse open, pulling out muggle money and counting out enough to get them two tickets to Cardiff. Turning back to hand him his ticket she raised one eyebrow in a delicate arch, "Why do you keep calling me 'my lady'?"

I'LL BE JUST FINE PRETENDING I'M NOT

I'M FAR FROM LONELY AND IT'S ALL THAT I'VE GOT

Weird Sisters II didn't really have a sterling reputation. A lot of that had to do with Van, but he wasn't the only one. They had all made poor decisions, acted unruly a time or two. Poor decision making skills was practically a requirement to join the damn band. One must either make bad choices themselves or simply put up with Van while he did. It was not a secret that Van caused trouble. In fact, quite the opposite. There had been more times than he could count that he had brought the Ministry into their affairs, mostly to clean up his mess. Recently he had cast a spell in front of nearly five-hundred muggles and turned liquor bottles into dragons. Big deal, so what? It was just another notch on his Ministry bedpost as far as he was concerned. He had promised Eoin, eehhhhhh, about fifteen-thousand times that he would stop the madness. He hadn't, obviously, and likely never would.

Still, such things were expected of Van. It was who he was. He was always one to not think and only act. It had been why he had cast that spell during their show and it had also been why he had slept with his brother's fiance. Woops. He couldn't say he was truly sorry for either of those things. Well, he had been sorry about the whole Draconifors thing. But only because he had to pay that damned fine. His same poor decision making skills were the reason he continued sleeping with Caterina as well, he just couldn't stop once he started. One bad idea would lead to another, and another, and yet another after that. Tib knew this, accepted it even, but he usually wasn't one to join in on it!

To be quite honest, Van was a bit irritated. Well, that was obvious, but he liked it better when he was the one making horrible life altering (and possibly muggle mind altering, thank you oblivator department) choices! Sure, it would have been a lie to say that none of his actions had ever caused waves for the band but this....was different? Yes. It was different. More permanent. Well, not not exactly permanent. Not yet. He still had a chance to run this girl away, if that was even possible. They had been set in their idea to try and make their relationship work which meant that there was a possibility of it not working. Van was hoping the odds were even...or at least in his favor. Though, he did feel a smidge guilty for not wanting to really know the lass. After all Tib had seemed so excited about the prospect of their relationship actually growing into something more.

That little sliver of guilt had been why he had went out of his way to meet this...Sabine woman. Larsen, Crabbe, Duke, whatever the hell she was. He couldn't say that he really cared. She could have been the Queen of England for all he cared, so long as she learned her place. Band first, wife second. At least, that was how Van thought the whole damn thing should go. Tib knew his views and had apparently spoken of them to his wife. "Have you now? Heard things?Well wonderful," Van said dryly while he shoved his pack of cigarette's back into his coat pocket. "Of course Tib would talk to you, I suppose you're quite important these days." He was rambling with slight annoyance under his breath patting around for his wallet when she instructed him to follow her toward the ticket window.

Fuck,  the damn thing might have still been at Cat's. Yes! Ok, he was still doing that. Should he be? Absolutely not. But he wanted to be, so of course, he was going to keep on doing it. High society arrangements or not he was going to do what he wanted, even if it meant pissing off his brother...and family...and possibly everyone else. Besides it's not like it was anything serious, just a bit of messing around. For now... Sabine turned back and handed him the ticket which he took without much gratitude. Instead he looked at the location she had chose and snorted. "Cardiff, alright then..." She had asked him something and he sort of stared at her for a moment in confusion. Why was he calling her lady? "Woman, I call Tib 'my lady', don't get your knickers in too much of a  bunch. Plus, aren't you one now? I know my mate's last name has changed, figured yours did too?" Merlin why had he shorted that smoke, he could definitely use it now.

All That
I've Got

Sabine knew that her choices hadn’t exactly been the soundest as of late, but she was trying. Or at least she claimed that she was trying. There wasn’t anything really all that exciting about the fact that she had a husband that she didn’t live with, and he had a career that she knew nothing about. Sabine knew that she was too young for all of this. She knew that she had done it because she had been trying to forget what she now knew. She was trying to run from things that she couldn’t afford to run from at all. She knew that she had met her mother. She knew who Athena Finley was. And she knew that she had screwed up. There was no taking it back though. This was just how it was now. This was the life that she was still trying to figure out, and so she was going to meet with Van Parkinson. She was going to see what it was that Tib liked so much about him. Something. There had to be something worth liking. But so far, she didn’t know what it was. She just knew that she wasn’t going to get divorced right now. Not yet.

She couldn’t afford to, and she didn’t think that he wanted to. Getting married had been stupid, and irresponsible, and broke about every single rule that she had made for herself. Sabine had rules for a reason. And she had broken them, and now she was in this mess. Now she was going to have to try and navigate this portion of her life. What it meant to be a Lady when she was a halfblood orphan. She thought that it might have been worth swearing him to secrecy about anything that she did tell him. There wasn’t a time when she thought that it was going to be necessary to tell him about Athena. That wasn’t a relationship that was going to happen. Not like the one that he seemed to think that she needed to have with his mum… Sabine was trying. She was trying to figure this out, but it wasn’t easy. Not when she was her. Not when she was set in her ways, and she had to keep breaking rules. Rules, these rules, were not made to be broken. They were made to be followed, and right now she was doing a terrible job of following them.

Getting back to that was important. She had to try and get back to following along as best as she could. She had to get back to a position that she could be in, where her rules matched her actions. Where she could abide by these laws that she had set for herself. And it was high time that that did happen. It was high time that she employed them as Lady Crabbe. Sabine wasn’t using that name. Not in public. She was still Sabine Larsen. She had just tacked on Crabbe to the end of it, legally. Her signature left that part off. She still signed all of the paperwork for Larsen Economics, Sabine Larsen. That was her name. That was who she was. But she had wanted Tiberius’s name. Or more accurately, she had wanted Sheryl’s name. Because then it was appropriate. Then she was appropriate. “Of course, I have, I’m his wife.” She didn’t say it loud enough for it to echo in the train station, but it was loud enough that he could hear exactly what she said. She was his wife, for better or for worse, right now that was who she was, and if she was going to spend the day with his best friend, she was going to make that clear from the get go.

No one was getting rid of her, except her. She wasn’t some girlfriend that they could throw away because Van didn’t approve. She was his wife, and it wasn’t conventional, but it was what was happening, and it was the only choice that anyone had to just roll with it. “Yes, Cardiff. We might as well head back towards the office.” She had more than one thing that she was trying to do with her life. She had been left her adoptive father’s company in his will. She had been a CEO at seventeen. She wasn’t going to make it in their world without some sort of serious determination. She wasn’t that type of girl. She hadn’t even known who the Weird Sisters II were until she had met Tib. She had seen their name, probably on Thea’s shirt or something in passing. But she didn’t know. She wasn’t as informed about that sort of thing as her best friend’s sister was. Looking over at Van as she made her way to down the station platforms towards the one that was marked on their tickets she shook her head. “Legally, I suppose. I’m still using Larsen.”

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