daphne greengrass is [bulletproof];; (daphne__g) wrote in wished,
Daphne seemed to be shocking herself more and more, each time she found herself more tolerable of a person. Or the fact that she was finding herself enjoying being married to Nikolas. One thing that remained a constant for Daphne was Blaise. Having him in her life was that single solitary rock in her life that made sure when everything else was going to come crashing down - because in Daphne's mind everything will eventually do that - she could rely on Blaise to be there. Even now, though they weren't married, Daphne knew that Blaise was always going to be there for her. It's just the way he was and it's just the way that she was. A tiny smile curled on her lips as she watched him open the gift. After so many years, Daphne was amazed that she could still predict exactly what would make him happy.
The brief kiss made her gasp against his lips. Merlin, Blaise knew how to take her breath away, even if it was just with a kiss. "I believe you have," Smirking playfully, stormy blue eyes studied him, "but I have no objections to you telling me that all the time." Pressing a kiss to her fingers, she pressed them to his lips. No matter what, Daphne knew that Blaise would always have her heart. She had no doubt that he would marry off eventually, only because she knew how much he wanted his legacy to live on. She knew that come his wedding, Daphne would be a no show, and she would be heartbroken. Then again, that was likely how he felt about her getting married. Daphne knew that Blaise didn't show up to her wedding, and she knew it was probably for the best.
"So, this very important thing that we're shopping for... it wouldn't happen to have to do with your retirement, hm?" Arching a finely sculpted brow, Daphne placed a hand on her hip. "Which reminds me, you still haven't told me what you plan on doing. Not that you're obligated to do anything." She added quickly. Who was Daphne to judge? Look at her. Filthy rich, and living the life of a stereotypical socialite. She wasn't working, she wasn't partying either. She was living a quiet life in the lap of luxury with all her wishes and demands being met. She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, and she was still eating with a silver spoon. Daphne wasn't ashamed of that fact, on the contrary, she absolutely loved being rich. The idea of living below those standards disgusted her, and frankly, scared her. She couldn't imagine growing up like a Weasley, or worse, ending up like a Parkinson. Daphne was for all intent and purposes, a complete and utter snob.
Which was why, whenever Blaise wanted to spoil her, she didn't protest. She loved when he spoiled her, she loves being spoiled. "Though, it is going to be strange watching quidditch and not seeing you in the pitch." Sighing rather dramatically, she pressed a hand to her forehead. "I shall never watch quidditch ever again." Dropping the act, Daphne just shook her head and smirked. "To be honest, love, I only watched quidditch because you were playing. Now that you're not, I suppose I shall have more free time on my hands." Brutally honest? That was Daphne. Even with her best friend, she didn't hold back. Daphne was not the type to sugarcoat anything, and why should she? If people weren't strong enough to handle the truth, then they weren't meant to talk to Daphne. It was easier for her to be flat out and blunt with a person initially versus leading them on to think that she was actually someone nice.