#edgaroconnor

Ireland was a fun, but brief, time for Tobias and if he remembered correctly it was one of the fastest schools that had kicked him out. It wasn’t even that he did anything as scandalous as he did in other places but he did have a good time and was a bad influence on more than a few students. Hearing one of them was in London gave him an idea. 

It was past any reasonably social hour when he turned up and went to the O’Connor house, casually striding in and getting past the door with nothing but a smile and asking where Edgar was. “Long time no see, my friend.” He grins going straight into the room. “If your family is anything like mine then I’m here to rescue you from all this seriousness and we can have some fun.”

Dominic barely slept. The night before, Dominic had finally found Edgar, but seeing the state his brother was in, he’d wished he hadn’t. Edgar, slumped against the wall of a jail cell in the dead of night, wasn’t something Dominic wanted to see again. He didn’t want to smell the stench of brandy and poor judgement, but that was Edgar’s signature scent lately. Dominic left the jailer with fifty pounds and an empty cell, all to save the reputation his brothers wanted to destroy. During the rest of the night, Dominic couldn’t sleep. His patience was starting to wane with both brothers and their actions lately. Frederic was practically love-lorn, and Edgar was a mess. It wasn’t the legacy Lady Daniella wanted, something she’d blamed Dominic for. Dawn had only just broken, and Dominic knew this matter needed fixing. He stood at the threshold of Edgar’s room, watching his brother sleep off the night before. Edgar’s room was a perfect embodiment of him. Edgar’s boots were thrown across the room, which stunk of stale drink. Dominic didn’t hesitate. He stormed across the room and tore open the curtains. Merciless and decisive. “Get up,” Dominic demanded, as the sun hit his brother. “I won’t have you or Frederic ruin this family any further.” Dominic didn’t wait for an answer. He moved quickly to his brother’s bed and pulled back his covers. “You’ll rise and bathe and get dressed. We’ve got a lot to do today, and I need you looking your best.” Acting his best wasn’t a skill Dominic thought Edgar or Frederic possessed. These were the future of their family, and one was pining after an unsuitable woman while Edgar’s match looked to be at the bottom of a bottle.

|| LOCATION || The O’Connor Residence

Genevieve taught French plenty to her younger siblings. Conjectures and subjectives when their governess had a poor handling of the lessons. It was easy to focus and push them onto the right path, keep their parents happy knowing the rest of the litter could speak the native tongue.