“I do. And I need you to be in it.”

“You may”, he nodded with a smirk, resting his weight on his palms as he sat back on the bed. He liked being tended to by her like this.

The implication here seems to be that they were ever anything but dysfunctional.

Edward let his eyes close, weary from the road, just listening to the soft hum of her voice. Forgetting his mother’s caustic presence, and his sister’s whining.

Sigh… Forgive him if he’s overly coarse. He bears her no ill will. Their mother’s presence brings with it a dark cloud of animosity that he can’t help but become succumb to.

He does, sadly. The painful reminders are inevitable. “I don’t want her peace”, Edward snapped, then sighed. “You might find it in your heart to forgive her, but please don’t press me to do the same… I won’t have her do to my children what she did to us.”

Edward grumbled an acknowledgment, his face screwed up a little as she reached a particularly knotted tendon. “𝘚𝘩𝘦 is here.”

Edward’s jaw clenched. His thoughts on their father were— complex. He considered himself more his father’s son than his mother’s, though the opposite was probably more accurate. “She won’t.” He deliberately omitted their late father. “Only if we allow it.”

Philippa was never a person to Isabella. She was a resource. Once the bargain was fulfilled, isolating her was the She-Wolf’s futile attempt to keep Edward from any influences that might challenge hers. Ned opened his eyes, observing her. “Speak your mind, love.”

|| I wondered why you’d posted this, I just saw! 😔 We literally watched her in Mad Max 3 last night wtf

Room in there for another one?

“It seems I have forgotten my pail of water”, he shrugged, a lopsided boyish grin on his lips, “but I think I might still be able to help.”

Boys, play nice. Daddy’s busy.

My mother's not here, is she?

"Hello, my sweet~"

"Ah...Catalina, is it? Nothing wrong with piety, but it also doesn't hurt to crack a smile now and then. I'm well– if a little worn out. Yule with such a large family can take it out of you", he laughed. "How are you, Your Majesty?"

Cracks his knuckles. Who's talking smack about my progeny?

Everyone knows he's exempt, Porky Pig ain't mine.

Oof– Hello, sunshine~

I'd defend your honour if someone even looked at you funny, my love.