Who: Fawcetts!
What: Breaking the news
When: Yesterday evening

With a renewed sense of self, Drystan was suddenly at ease with the chaos that had been plaguing his life for the last year. It certainly didn't make the chaos less of a presence in his world, nor did it reduce the severity of it all, but he suddenly found it much easier to come to terms with—for the moment, that was. But this was a high with which he intended to keep a chokehold on, so that it stayed with him as long as possible.

"Bess," he called, shrugging out of his cloak and hanging it up, folding up the sleeves of his robe. "May I talk with you, please?"

After the initial argument (or lack thereof), the two of them had existed in a sort of uneasy truce. Neither was happy with the other, but in a household with two small children and hectic careers, there was little sense in acting immaturely when displeased with one's domestic partner. Today, however, was no day to keep a wavering truce. Today was a day to make up. "I have important news."

For anyone that knew Bess, when she grew angry, it was very hard to avoid any sort of confrontation. It was just how she had been all her life, and she knew that she had a reputation for it. It had been--difficult to not throw something of a fit with the disaster that was Maui (Maui, ugh, she would have had such a wonderful tan) and to be honest...she was quite proud of herself for controlling her emotions. Was this what it was, to be in an adult, healthy relationship? Bess knew that she’d never let any of her former boyfriends win so easily, but this was Drystan, her husband. If he didn’t want to go to Maui, why should she? Of course, she would have liked an explanation, but with her husband it took a bit of time to figure everything out.

Bess had been sitting on the foot stool in the living room as Stephen walked back and forth across the carpet, handing her blocks. He was a collector, and had now decided to show her every piece he could find. She looked up as Drystan entered, genuinely interested; important news around this household usually meant life-altering, “Yeah? Sounds serious.”

He paused in the slipping off of his boots and gave a considering look to the floor, arching a black brow. "Yes, I suppose it is."

Exhaling a bit, Drystan nudged the dragon hide boots to the side and rose, crossing his arms. "I've just come from a meeting of sorts with Phineas McLaggen, captain of Puddlemere United…" With a slight lick of lips, he turned to look her square in the eye. "I'm leaving the Magpies."

In shock, Bess dropped the blocks in her hands and stood up quickly. She felt the glare from Stephen down on the floor, but she would build a tower with him later.

“Mclaggen! The United---!” Bess gaped, and actually put her hand to her chest because her heart was racing so fast. This could definitely explain why he hadn’t wanted to leave the country. “That’s--fantastic, Drystan!” Her hands went up, almost as if she’d been the one to shout out a surprise like this, and she grabbed his face, brimming with pride and excitement. She knew the stress he’d been under because of the team and---the United. That was just--So different and so---”Are you excited!”

Though he hadn't realized he'd been holding his breath until he saw his wife's face lit up, Drystan was nonetheless relieved to hear that she was pleased. Not that he hadn't considered how this sort of choice would affect her very carefully, but things would have gotten unbelievably complicated had she not agreed with this.

"I'm very excited," he told her with a grin, slipping his arms around her waist. "More so that you are so excited, though. I trust you approve?"

“Oh, I approve,” she said with a slow nod, her smile widening as she was pulled closer. This was going to change everything! For good! Oh, Bess would feel bad for it later, but she was so happy to not have to deal with his current--former! Former teammates, as often as they had. Not that they were bad people, no, but---Bess had a hard time not being irked by the Magpies when they were the reason for so many stressful nights in her husband’s time as their captain.

Bess blinked, “Oh! So no more captain, then.” She pouted, but then shrugged, “A lot less stress, that’s good.” It made her happy to think that their stress levels were going down and down with each passing second. Bess let out a happy sigh, “And you look so handsome in blue.”

"Better," he told her in mock seriousness. "You'll look even more beautiful in gold."