Fluff Starter For Eloise

[Benedict Bridgerton]

I'm not bound by                                  

◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ "Don’t be stubborn. Try it!" ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ Tag authorflies

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"It is not being stubborn if I am avoiding trying for a reason." Oh how Eloise longed to roll her eyes. It was a family trait she was sure- Stubbornness, but this was something that was far more different. She was not just being stubborn, she was somehow something more and something greater- she was insistent on putting down the paint brush and walking away. This was not her art, after all. And she was going to make a fool of herself the moment she tried to actually work on completing the task that lied in front of her. 


Truth be told, she was dreading this part of the marriage mart more than the actual socialization. A fine lady must have something special about her, a skill, something unique about them- but academics was not one of the things that really counted, her love of reading didn’t and, worse than that, her writing even less than that. Nothing else had peaked her interest and so for awhile she settled with it but it was very quickly made apparent to her that she could not just… have nothing. Her hands shook too much for her to be anywhere near profficent at piano forte, she did not have the patience for needlework, and she got far too nervous to speak coherently in a different language when conversing with anyone outside of her family which left only one hobby left for her to try, or rather retry-



Watercolors.



After a moment more of staring at the blank canvas Eloise sighed, hand lowered to her side, looking back at him with an unenthused look on her face. “I think it would be much more appealing for me to describe what I would like to appear on the canvas verbally or in writing than attempt to paint it.” Looking once more to the canvas, Eloise stated at it as though she was attempting to calculate what movements to make and what colors she needed to use in order to capture the image in her mind just right. Setting the brush down, she shook her head. "I do not even know how to begin to sketch when you are looking at technicalities." And would it not take hours? First she would have to draw it all out and then paint it. That... simply sounded too overwhelming and complicated. Perhaps, though, her brother could help her? 

"If you were say, painting that vase over there, how would you begin?" It was the start of the many questions she would likely ask him, but she was doing what he had asked her to do after all. Trying. And she would not be afraid to point that out if need be. 

Tag : ~ Benedict Bridgerton ~ 
Note : Hopefully this is okay? My mind went to! Benedict helping her learn how to sketch and art and such But! If you would like something different, let me know. 

[Benedict Bridgerton]

I'm not bound by                                  

Eloise was stalling -- to say the least. Benedict knew full well what it was like to be so wrapped up in requiring perfection, that it stifled one's ability to simply start. Or, express themselves. He was often displeased with his own work but slowly, he was learning to improve areas that would previously cause him such frustrations. He had never had any formal training nor lessons, until Henry had helped him hone in one whatever skills he may have. But, for Eloise . . . it was different. She was just starting out and, they both knew why. She spoke of how it would be much more appealing to describe it in attempt to paint it and Benedict had to suppress an eye roll at his dear sister's hesitations. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ "Would that your words hold the power to translate onto a canvas in a visual representation, then I fear the world would run out of them." Of canvases. Meaning, she spoke too much -- though of course, he meant it in the most teasing of ways. "What is your reason for avoidance?" He asked her, though in his previous thought process felt he may already know the answer. "You need to stop over complicating it," he told her, tapping his finger on top of her head a few times as if to tell her to just relax. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ "You are thinking far too much about it." He could speak from personal experience of course, and wanted his sister to simply . . . try. And not fear his judgement. She had certainly been quite encouraging with him, he longed to be the same for her. But . . . what sort of brother would he be if he did not tease her in the process of it all. Benedict looked towards the vase that she was referring to and just stared at it for a few moments in silence before he began to answer her question. "Is that a special vase?" He asked her suddenly. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ "Does it hold sentimental value to you?" He further inquired. Something told him the answer was no, but he supposed he could be wrong. Still, going on instinct, he continued. "Start by drawing something of sentiment. Something that allows you to channel emotion into your picture. Otherwise . . . all you will have is a vase." Nothing deeper, nothing more complex. "That is, if you ever reach the point of completion . . . or commencement." Another tease, considering she had yet to make a single mark on the canvas. Tag authorflies Note: YESS! Its perfect!! I actually think its SO adorable that she's trying to draw and Ben is there to help . . . well, help in his own typical Benedict kind of way!! hahah! LOVE the way you set up the scene! Its so precious! <3

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