Muse Reaction Soft Edition for Eloise

[Anthony Bridgerton]

Tag: authorflies
Note: I read this as Anthony putting a blanket on Eloise cause I know sometimes these can be confusing! hahah! BUT no worries if you read it the other way around!!

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ALWAYS PROTECT YOU

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[ tuck ]
to place a blanket on my muse.

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[authorflies]

    Why was it that inspiration only seemed to strike when the sun went down? It was the creative soul’s curse she was certain, muse only striking far past the hours when one was supposed to be asleep. It had always been that she wrote more often in the night, but these days, attending social events through most of the day and evening, it was the only time that she had to write- and she needed to write, just like she needed to breathe. Writing was the thing that soothed her when she was anxious, stressed, or caught up too much in the world around her and had been ever since she had been able to form sentences. Before that, reading had been her passions. More often than not, her nurse would discover young Eloise asleep on the floor near the biggest window in her bedroom, head hitting some book and for awhile she had done the same thing with her writing journal, but she was older not and most of the time had more faith in her ability to stay awake and so, candle in one hand, journal in the other, Eloise had made a temporary office out of the desk in the drawing room. 

    Unfortunately and much to her later annoyance, her exhaustion from the days events had made her drowsy far quicker than she would have preferred. She fought against slumber for awhile, but she had not even finished the chapter that she was working on before she fell asleep. It was only as her brother placed the blanket on her that she stirred a little, slowly at first, but then a bit more panicked, moving to quickly blow out the candle in fear of it being close enough to the wood that it might have scorched it. Letting it cool for a moment, Eloise paused to let it cool down before lighting it again, looking to her hands ( which, not at all to her surprise were slightly coated in ink ) before looking up to him at last. 

"Good morning." She nodded at him, smile small on her face as though that cold dissuade any scolding that might be coming shortly. Using a clean finger to draw the blanket closer, she moved to shut her book, pushing the quill away as to not make a further mess of anything. Stifling a yawn, she sat up taller, trying to make out the clock at the back of the room. "I was simply writing a letter. What time is it?"

Tag ~ Anthony Bridgerton ~ 
Note : I always get confused on these ones so! I very much so appreciate the clarification! Let me know if you would like the other as well, though, and I will happily write it!!! 

[Anthony Bridgerton]

Tag: authorflies
Note: Better layout coming soon!

i will

ALWAYS PROTECT YOU

Anthony had been working late in his study, time escaping him which was not an entirely rare circumstance. When his tired state interfered with his ability to read any more words on the paper . . . he decided to call it a night. With one final yawn, he blew the candle to his study and made his way into the hall, though paused when he saw the drawing room door ajar and a faint light coming from him. Curiosity got the best of him and he went towards it, quietly pushing open the door to see his dear sister having fallen asleep. A soft smile formed on the Viscount's lips at the sight of Eloise so peaceful. His might went back to memories of his siblings when they were much younger, and how he would sometimes carry them to bed when they were half asleep.

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It seemed like both a lifetime ago, and yet just as if it were yesterday. Not wishing to wake her, Anthony instead decided to make her more comfortable, moving to get the blanket which he carefully placed on her. He was about to walk away when he saw her stir, his body immediately freezing so not to further draw her back to consciousness. But it seemed too late for that. She abruptly awoke, blowing out the candle and greeting him. "A good and very early morning to you too," he greeted in return before she asked him what time it was . . . before explaining the reason for her ink stained fingers. "Must have been a very important letter," he told her a bit teasingly. "It is four in the morning," he revealed. "I did not mean to wake you," he added on, apology in his voice.