People Who Hate Happiness For Eloise

[Anthony Bridgerton]

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ALWAYS PROTECT YOU

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[authorflies]

{ N63.Your muse comforting mine after a nightmare. }

    Tonight would be the first of many nights that she sat, unopened book in her lap as she blankly stared out the window. The last thing she wanted for any of these nights, though was any of her family finding out about her apparent restlessness and so hearing footsteps approach and seeing Anthony's face in the candlelight caused her to tense up. In truth she was waiting for him to scold her or comfort her, neither of which being something she was ready for. She knew full and well that she should not be up at this hour. Should said statement come, normally Eloise would have fired back a statement in protest , one that said that he too needed his slumber. Tonight, though, she did not have it in her.

    They all had taken to their father's death differently. Eloise, though she could not do it for the first few weeks after had tried to be strong for all of them. She had tried to soften what her eyes had seen, telling whatever family member approached her about it whatever it took to ensure that they would be the most at ease. It was almost like playing pretend, but you could not play pretend in the dark, nor with your memories and, there were times that Eloise dreamed of that day and what followed. Him falling. Mother's screams. Restless nights... It was all mocking, especially when the days were near their father's death. 

Despite the red of her eyes, Eloise gave her brother a small smile, a tiny nod before looking back out the window at the dark, empty streets of the Ton. It was silent for a moment before Eloise broke it at last. "I am not going to be getting back to sleep tonight." Perhaps she was being too harsh. He was going to worry about her. It was his job as her brother, her older brother at that. "...I am alright Anthony. Truly. You ought to sleep. I will probably read for a few more hours before heading back to bed as to not worry mother." 

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[Anthony Bridgerton]

Tag: authorflies
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i will

ALWAYS PROTECT YOU

Sleep did not always come easy, and it was not solely the case for Anthony. There were times where another sibling of his found themselves up at late hours of the night. When he was younger, in the early years of his father's passing . . . Anthony had felt responsible to ensure everyone was asleep before he found rest himself. It would cause him to work in his study well through the night, keeping a watchful eye to ensure his siblings remained sleeping; ensuring that they were not troubled and wandering around the house.

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As time passed, this fixation had waned . . . but never truly dissipated. Seeing Eloise now, after he had finished his work, brought back such feelings. Such . . . determinations. She told him that she was not going to go back to sleep tonight, which meant she was familiar with this elusion of sleep. Furthermore, telling him to go to sleep and that she would be up a few more hours. So not to worry mother. Anthony just watched her, silently moving to sit comfortably in the chair across from her own seated position, sinking down a little on it nonchalantly.

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"Worry me instead then," he told her with a smile, a bit of tease in his voice but . . . he meant it. He agreed in that he would not wish to worry their mother about this. But that did not mean he could so easily walk away from her. So instead, though he would offer her some reason for his remaining presence as she encouraged him to find rest. "When we were younger, I was never able to sleep unless I knew all of you were." Sleeping, that is.

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"The thought of one of you, unable to find the comfort or peace of a restful sleep, keeping me from my own." He did not say this to arouse sympathy nor the need for condolences. He was hardly such a person that sought his brothers and sisters to worry for him or sympathize or even feel guilty for anything. No. That was his job. "It seems not much has changed." For he saw her now, awake, unable to rest and . . . it made it feel impossible for him to go to his own bed, even with her assurances. "Should you not wish to talk about what keeps you from sleep, then perhaps I can at least offer you some company." His words an offer for her to talk should she desire, or not should she prefer. Either way, Anthony wished to be here for her in whatever capacity she permitted.