"If you can make a woman laugh, you can make her do anything."
― Marilyn Monroe
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Diane hadn't wanted her to come. When she had agreed to Ludociel's preposition, pink suitcase packed for the week and laptop secure in her shoulder bag, Elizabeth hadn't missed the blatant disapproval within her best friend's eyes. One day previous, over the table, right in the middle of Elaine's peaceful cafe, Diane had vocally voiced her disapproval of the idea, had frowned as she vehemently shook her head, forehead pressed with light creases.
Edinburgh was the last place Elizabeth should go. Fresh from her split from Meliodas, sleeping it rough on Jericho's sofa bed, Elizabeth Liones should not be thinking about travelling north, surrounding herself with an environment that she didn't really want to be in. All around Arthur the cameras would flash; reporters and journalists alike would clamour for his attention; rumours would spark from mere interactions.
Going to Edinburgh alone was enough reason for Diane to be upset. Going to Edinburgh with Mael gave her even more reason to reject it.
"Are you crazy!" She had yelled at Elizabeth, weighted hands grasping to her shoulders as the brunette shook her. "Going to Scotland with Ludociel's hot brother to meet a hot rich guy is the last thing you should do. You're asking to drive Meliodas into an early grave!"
"Maybe that's what I want to do," Elizabeth had replied calmly, gently removing Diane's hands. Dazed, muddled, her mind still spun as she stood before her tall friend, heart pounding like a drum. "Maybe I want him to drop dead."
And that had been the end of it. Reluctantly, teeth grit and a fire burning in her eyes, Diane had let Elizabeth go. Final goodbyes said, firm hug that squeezed against her ribcage given, Elizabeth had bid farewell to her London life for a week. An entire, lengthy week that would no doubt feel like a month in the face of her boredom, anxiety and loneliness.
Nevertheless, Ludociel had forced her hand. Going to Edinburgh was Elizabeth's only option in keeping her job - furthering her own agenda - and so to Edinburgh she would go. There was no debate about that.
Only, Elizabeth had forgotten about other elements surrounding Scotland. In all her haste to keep her job, keep herself sane and get this damned week over and done with, she had forgotten about two people who could throw her plans to the merciless, howling winds: Zeldris and Gelda.
After getting married five years ago the pair had migrated up north - away from the London 'riff-raff and rubble' to be closer to Gelda's home roots. With its slower pace and quieter setting, Edinburgh was the perfect fit for the grouchy Zeldris and his bookwormish wife who was obsessed with the history of this country and its medieval monarchy.
Rich in history and away from London's... more unattractive factors, Edinburgh was their safe space. Whenever Elizabeth did travel up to see them (often accompanied by her roommate) she'd always remark on how the city did feel much safer. But perhaps that was due to its smaller size - one of the reasons why it was so easy to identify someone like her.
"Elizabeth," Gelda grinned, shopping bags hanging from her arms and a bright smile on her face. Almost unnaturally bright, her soft blonde hair and pale alabaster skin shone in the pale autumn sun. "Fancy bumping into you again!"
"Hi Gelda," Elizabeth smiled, entirely caught off guard by the SECOND accidental meeting. Then, her brain connected the dots, yesterday's conversation ringing in her skull: 'Well, maybe we'll meet again. You are hanging around Arthur, after all'. Sighing, Elizabeth grinned, "You knew I was here, didn't you?"
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