The Viscount
"I have finally determined
the difficulty . . . love itself."
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Post by Anthony Bridgerton on Apr 8, 2021 19:17:31 GMT
Tag: lennie2 Note: Better layout coming soon! i will ALWAYS PROTECT YOU Anthony smiled at her question, a chuckle nearly escaping him. "A fair point," he told her, giving credit to a valid remark where it was due. "Though I suppose that if I was to consider it, an expected woman of discussion would have been Eloise." Knowing how close she was to his sister.
❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ "Less comforting of one, Lady Copwer," he added on in jest; though it had been that very woman indeed who had even prompted them to talk in the first place under such circumstances. As the dance drew to an end, Anthony lowered his arms and stood directly in front of Penelope, giving a small bow. "I hope the rest of your evening will be without discomfort. But should anyone prove to be, disrespectful, please do leave space for my name on your dance card."
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Post by lennie2 on Apr 11, 2021 10:59:22 GMT
Penelope acknowledged his agreement with a nod, lips pressed together to avoid showing off a slightly smug smile. Her commentary would have probably have given her a bigger reaction had she been in the company of Eloise, or even Colin, but this was about as big as she could expect from Anthony. She had to agree though, it would've made sense for them to speak of the one person they actually had in common, yet that thought seemed terrifying. "I don't know if Eloise would like her best friend and older brother discussing her when she is not present," Penelope contemplated, "and she has an awful tendency to find things out, it wouldn't surprise me if she does find out who Lady Whistledown is before anyone else."
She was sure Cressida had long since left what had happened behind her, in fact she was probably telling stories about how she had begged Anthony to dance with Penelope instead when he asked her. Penelope didn't care. Well she did, she absolutely cared, but she knew what had happened and for her that was enough, really. "Thank you," she smiled softly, responding to his light bow with a small curtsey. Penelope knew very well the signals it would send if she danced with him again, and while no one would ever believe he would show the slightest bit of interest in her, it wouldn't be appropriate. She continued to smile, "I am certain my evening will have turned around for the better, Lord Bridgerton."
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The Viscount
"I have finally determined
the difficulty . . . love itself."
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Eldest Son | Heir
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Tag me @anthony
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Post by Anthony Bridgerton on Apr 19, 2021 16:55:43 GMT
Tag: lennie2 Note: Better layout coming soon! i will ALWAYS PROTECT YOU Anthony smiled at Penelope's comment as to Eloise possibly disliking them talking about her. Ah yes. She did come by information rather quickly. "It would be all kind words of course," he said with a bit of a tease in his voice, as if he wouldn't even dream of speaking ill about his sister. Though, the truth was . . . he did not do so often. Not without the person standing right now, though his frustrations were more so directed at his brothers. He did not speak ill of those in his family in the wrong company, in the wrong setting. And lord help whoever attempted to speak ill towards them in his presence.
❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ "It certainly would not surprise me if she was already set on that path," Anthony said. When it came to Whistledown, Eloise did hold a strong curiosity. And when his sister had unsatisfied curiosity . . . she would go to extreme lengths to rectify it. He knew he could not really dance with her too frequently without it causing whispers . . . but this was also the benefits of having two other brothers old enough to attend such events.
❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ "I should sincerely hope so." He hated bullies; Cressida being one of the worst ones of all. "It has been a pleasure, Ms. Featherington," he told her. With a smile, and final nod, he swiftly turned to walk from the dance floor and back into the crowd . . . his eyes searching for his brothers should their presence be required to come to the aid of any more women on the receiving end of Cressida -- or anyone else's -- cruelty.
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