"She's a pretty absent one," he pointed out of said wife. "But since when has that ever stopped you? I've always known you to be someone who gets what she wants regardless of something as silly as a wife. Has the apocalypse softened you?" he poked rhetorically with a smug grin. Not that he cared if her morals were a bit ambiguous, he just loved to give her shit.
However, on a small level, he didn't want to see her hurt. Not completely. He knew she would ultimately be fine. She was one tough bitch. One of the toughest he knew next to Illy. But she was still a girl and he knew how fragile their feelings could be. Even though she was just as good at hiding it as he was, he could smell his own and knew things bothered her just the same. So, deduce what she may of it, he was trying to be a good friend and look out for her by inquiring as to Mr Olivier's intentions with her.
A scoff easily fell from his lips, echoing gently in his glass as he took a drink. "Sorry to disappoint, but no. In case you forgot, I'm not exactly marriage material and I am just fucking fine with that," he admitted freely. Besides, if he were, it would be Anora's hand that would wear his ring. Not Eloise's "Never saw a point to this shit and see even less of one now."
"are we not together?" she didn't need labels or ceremonies for people to know her own feelings. the showy displays were all good and fun, but who cared. elisabeth olivier might as well be declared dead for all it meant to her, but a relationship was meant for two people. sharing the stage with a ghost might have ground town her last shreds of patience, but she wasn't yet at the end of her rope.
the apocalypse didn't change anything about how she felt. it did change how she was perceived. something that she was able to care about less and less as the months ticked by. there were no tabloids to run to, no chances of the world starting back up again. these idiots couldn't tell the difference between their imagined dangers and the real ones— how would they know love.
“that’s because you don’t like sharing.” sitting with a big ol’ fortune and a bad attitude, pretending he was too good for partners in crime or the like. she didn't feel inclined to clear his view for the potential he was missing. "and you've never worn a nice white dress."


















