I do not own "Crimson Peak" even one bit. Except this fanfic plot bit, I suppose, but that's really all.
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The wedding was wonderful. Edith shone happily in her beautiful dress, looking a picture, and her groom was elegant and smooth, letting his bride have all the attention like a true gentleman.
Out in the social setting of their wedding, Sir Thomas Sharpe's charm was out in full force once again, reminding his now father-in-law of the man they had seen before he had started the investigation, suave and charming, capable to charm just about anyone.
Edith was perfectly happy. She'd gotten Thomas, finally. Even better, it was Thomas who was acting perfectly like himself once more, looking at her with those bright, passionate, romantic deep blue eyes of his, no longer dulled by fatigue and disinterest in the world. It was a perfect day, but it was not to last.
It was the very next morning, waking together for the first time, which brought back reality into Edith's perfect dream. Thomas was lying beside her, wide awake, but in that same unmoving way she'd gotten to know far too well during the afternoons. Only now, it seemed his apathy didn't even wait for the morning to end before it settled in.
It became a habit. They'd rise together after Edith awoke, and she'd go about her day, while he spent most of the time before the fireplace, staring either into the flames or out into the room, looking at nothing at all, until he'd go to bed when she did, and it all started over.
He'd eat, and - presumably, anyway - sleep, and he'd sit with her like he used to during the weeks of their engagement, but he was even less present than he'd been before. The only time she truly felt like he was there with her, was during those moments, like after she'd put her book down every evening, when she'd touch him, try to talk to him. Then, he'd look at her, truly see her, and she'd know that he was still there.
Mr Cushing looked on with worry and disapproval as his son-in-law seemingly lost all will to live after getting married. He'd thought the younger man apathetic before, but this was simply ridiculous. Edith though, she seemed strangely contented with this way of things, so he did nothing about it, but that did not stop him from worrying.