Post by authorflies on Mar 30, 2021 7:43:21 GMT
She knew that she should not have been doing this, even if she was not doing this will ill intent. It was with the best and lightest and intentions that she followed her brother, curiosity moving her feet and the desire to not be home, or at least inside and have someone to rant to about the events she had forcibly endured during the day that willed her consciousness from kicking in and causing her to turn back on her heels away. No, Eloise was both tired and stressed at the same time, needing to push forward and the further that she had followed the more determined of that she was. The cool air was nice and she had found solace and a strengthened will both to talk to her brother and find out where exactly he was going this time of night, and alone. What might he be doing? Why was he alone? This surly was not something that he ought to have been doing, that either of them should be doing. And oh the questions that Eloise would have for him. First he just needed to stop bloody walking! All too soon though, her brother began to slow down and pull into a house. For a moment all seemed lost, the second oldest Bridgerton daughter not sure how to follow in her brother's footsteps. Anyone else would have been defeated but she was not everyone else, sitting and staring in thought and pondering for a long while on how to get in.
The idea that struck her was simple, Eloise almost hitting herself for not having realized it sooner. Still she brought it into motion, moving slowly behind a group that was entering the estate and sticking close behind them until they were far into the room.
Before she had entered she had a feeling that this was a party. Perhaps this was some event that mother had somehow pressured him into in attempts to find a wife. She did not quite know why he was sent without her or Anthony, though. None of it fully made sense, but it only made her curiosity grow. And so she pushed forward, finally getting a sight for what the gathering truly was. Loud. Crowded. Intoxicating- both to the think scent of cigarette smoke and some type of beverage ( whatever it was being strong ). Everything about it sent her head reeling and the very same anxiousness that curled in her chest at most balls and other events that she needed to be at in order to find a husband. This, though, was far different. This was the complete opposite of all of that, though. This was madness. And all that she could think of was to find her brother, certain he must want to be freed even more than she assumed he had when he was wife-searching.
Backing up slightly, arms wrapping around her waist tightly, eyes falling and scanning across the crowd though she further hoped that no one would recognize her as a Bridgerton, not wanting to soil her sister's chance's of marriage by ruining her own. Still, it was with hesistation that she finally spotted someone, tapping them twice on the shoulders, attempting to keep her voice stronger than she felt like it was. "I am looking for a Benedict Bridgertown."
~ Benedict Bridgerton ~
Note : AFTER A MOMENT! Thank you for being so patient! And let's! Cue Panic At The El!! Also! Up! To you if the person she approaches is Benedict or not! Maybe he spots her across the way??
The idea that struck her was simple, Eloise almost hitting herself for not having realized it sooner. Still she brought it into motion, moving slowly behind a group that was entering the estate and sticking close behind them until they were far into the room.
Before she had entered she had a feeling that this was a party. Perhaps this was some event that mother had somehow pressured him into in attempts to find a wife. She did not quite know why he was sent without her or Anthony, though. None of it fully made sense, but it only made her curiosity grow. And so she pushed forward, finally getting a sight for what the gathering truly was. Loud. Crowded. Intoxicating- both to the think scent of cigarette smoke and some type of beverage ( whatever it was being strong ). Everything about it sent her head reeling and the very same anxiousness that curled in her chest at most balls and other events that she needed to be at in order to find a husband. This, though, was far different. This was the complete opposite of all of that, though. This was madness. And all that she could think of was to find her brother, certain he must want to be freed even more than she assumed he had when he was wife-searching.
Backing up slightly, arms wrapping around her waist tightly, eyes falling and scanning across the crowd though she further hoped that no one would recognize her as a Bridgerton, not wanting to soil her sister's chance's of marriage by ruining her own. Still, it was with hesistation that she finally spotted someone, tapping them twice on the shoulders, attempting to keep her voice stronger than she felt like it was. "I am looking for a Benedict Bridgertown."
~ Benedict Bridgerton ~
Note : AFTER A MOMENT! Thank you for being so patient! And let's! Cue Panic At The El!! Also! Up! To you if the person she approaches is Benedict or not! Maybe he spots her across the way??
