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Post by Sir Phillip Crane on Oct 8, 2022 18:13:13 GMT
[googlefont="Noto Serif:400"][googlefont="Sacramento:400"] [attr="class","target"] sir phillip crane (second - son) tag: @eloisebridgerton notes: none! | [attr="class","targettext"] Phillip was unsure how to name the emotion he was experiencing. Nervousness? Perhaps. Uncertainty? Maybe. And . . . there was undoubtedly a bit of excitement. For Eloise Bridgerton was to come visit Romney Hall. They had been in correspondence via letters and Phillip found an unfamiliar ease in talking to her -- or well, technically writing with her he supposed. For so many years he had suppressed his own emotions and even thoughts. Marina's passing had been difficult but it was more due to his children now lacking a mother, than due to love he had for her. For, they were not a love match. Phillip was uncertain he even knew what the emotion of love felt like. But with Eloise, there was a peace and ease . . . a comfort despite not having met. And so, the botanist found himself inevitably excited to make her acquaintance.
Though he certainly showed not sign of it when a servant came to his greenhouse to inform him that she had arrived. Phillip rose from his crouched position, hands still stained with dirt, as were his pants and a spot on his shirt. He could not even roll down his sleeves to appear more . . . well put together. And by the time he cleaned up, he would have kept her waiting far too long. Inwardly cursing at this poor first impression on his part, he made his way to the house and entered the parlor where Eloise had been escorted to wait. "Miss Bridgerton," he greeted with a smile. Having been handed a cloth, he could at least wipe the dirt from his hands -- the rest of it remained stained upon his clothing.
"I . . ." Should he apologize? Should he ignore it? Should he, explain? "Was working outside." That seemed like a perfectly suitable response. But then, Phillip Crane could not be entirely certain for it had been quite some time -- many, many years since making attempt to charm a woman. And this, surely was not the path.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2022 18:45:02 GMT
[attr="class","shinigami"] eloise & phillip. When she'd been younger, Eloise likely would have scoffed if someone told her she'd wind up falling for a gentleman she'd never even met. She'd always been so determined that marriage was a ridiculous notion, that she had no interest at all, yet somehow she'd found herself enthralled by Sir Phillip Crane through written correspondence and nothing else. It was something that, for the time being, she wished to keep denying; pretend as if she was merely there to get away from Mayfair for awhile, even if she knew fine well no young lady in their right mind would head off unchaperoned to Gloucestershire simply to 'get out of London'; it was hardly a quick carriage ride. Still, she was there now, left waiting by the butler for what felt entirely too long, even though it couldn't really have been all that long at all. Patience had never been one of her strong suits, her mama had always had her work cut out for her with Eloise: loud, opinionated, impatient as they came...by the time footsteps finally began to approach, her own foot was tapping incessantly, likely due to the nervous energy that seemed to fill Romney Hall since her arrival. She turned to face Phillip, momentarily still, taking in every last bit of him. It was funny really, that she felt like she knew him more than she knew most of those back in London, yet she'd never quite pictured he'd look the way he did. It was unnerving, and perhaps that was exactly why she chose to act as if the waiting around had been some kind of an issue. She should have said 'it's quite alright', been polite about it, given that she did understand...but now she was truly there, truly faced with him, it made things a bit more complicated. "I gathered. You still have a little..." Instinct caused her to step forward, prepared to wipe some dirt from his jacket. She froze, right before her fingers touched fabric, aware for the first time that they were unchaperoned, and she was already getting too familiar. Oh, how she hoped Gunning was still close enough for them to not be entirely alone. Perhaps, on her quick escape from London, she should have headed to visit Benedict and Sophie, rather than thinking this to be a good idea...but it was much too late now, and she could hardly turn back and leave, now that Phillip was aware of her presence in his home. "I am aware it is not very proper for me to show up like this, unchaperoned..." Not that Eloise was often very proper, but that was hardly the point. Her hand dropped back down to her side, blue eyes still carefully studying his face, as if committing it to memory. "After your last letter, I thought it best that I came here in person. I can continue on to Wiltshire to visit my brother, if this is not a good time..." [attr="class","mizocredit"] [newclass=.mizocredit a]font:bold 6pt calibri;letter-spacing:1px;color:#b5d1f1;[/newclass] [newclass=.shinigami]width:540px;padding:35px; border:1px solid #e1e1e1; background: #e1f79d; /* Old breakowsers */ background: -moz-linear-gradient(-45deg, #343c52 0%, #6f667b 100%); /* FF3.6-15 */background: -webkit-linear-gradient(-45deg, #343c52 0%,#6f667b 100%); /* Chrome10-25,Safari5.1-6 */background: linear-gradient(120deg, #343c52 20%,#6f667b 80%)[/newclass]
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Honor Bound
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Post by Sir Phillip Crane on Nov 2, 2022 16:18:59 GMT
[googlefont="Noto Serif:400"][googlefont="Sacramento:400"] [attr="class","target"] sir phillip crane (second - son) tag: @eloisebridgerton notes: none! | [attr="class","targettext"] Phillip watched her, as if frozen in place, when she stepped forward. Though she stopped herself, her fingers almost touched the fabric of his shirt and . . . Phillip found it not an unwelcoming feeling. Though, he did not technically feel it . . . it was a certain, longing that he experienced. Would that she bring the act to completion. "I was working outside in my greenhouse," he explained, without being questioned for it. As if to explain why his shirt was stained with dirt for it was not exactly the most appealing and well put together appearance a nobleman should have.
Hhough her next statement answered his unspoken question, as to whether she was here alone. She was. And it was rather . . . bold of her. But then, from what he learned of her in his letters, it should not come entirely as a surprise. There was something different about her and this, was perhaps adding truth to his belief. "This is as good a time as any." He realized his words may be less expressive of true excitement he was feeling, but after being in a loveless marriage for so many years . . . Phillip feared he was rather out of practice in conveying his true emotions. He had become a man of few word, and did not wish to cause offense to the one woman that he liked.
"I mean to say, you are most welcome to stay." There. Certainly that sounded a bit more . . . hospitable. "Will you be remaining the night, so that you may be well rested for your travels." The latter part added so that she would know that he was not asking her to stay for any other purpose. Though perhaps he should make that more clear. "Though you have come unchaperoned, I assure you that my intentions are only to get to know you better." Their letters clear indication of that. "Welcome, Miss Bridgerton, to Romney Hall."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2022 19:42:09 GMT
eloise & phillip.
Throughout her life, she'd always been considered a rebel – that hadn't simply faded with age, as this proved. So few young ladies would be so bold as to show up unchaperoned at a gentleman's house, but Eloise had never been like other ladies of the ton, nor had she ever wished to be. This, of course, could get them both into a lot of trouble...but they weren't entirely alone. There was the household staff, and they were likely to be there the entire time. Nothing untoward would happen, regardless of how close she'd been to touching him within mere moments of her arrival.
"So long as you do not mind me staying the night..." and why would he? Throughout their correspondence, she'd assumed they weren't simply writing to each other for the sake of it. To begin with, perhaps, they were writing letters to simply get to know each other, but wasn't it so much more than that now? Didn't they know each other in plenty of ways, just not face-to-face? Wasn't this simply the last stage, the part that would allow them to fully make sense of whether or not they were suited? What an odd notion, after all the years of her denying she wished to marry. What she didn't want, however, was to do things traditionally: to dance with a man who wanted her dowry, and have to court him after one measly dance. This was different. He was different.
While she knew he likely wasn't what her family expected, given that he'd already been married, they'd known Marina, knew exactly why he married her. After Whistledown had written about her being with child, she had little choice – she had to marry someone, and the George Crane she'd told the Featheringtons about had already passed. A widower might not have been the plan, but at least, if his letters were anything to go by, she'd be happy with him. "For dinner, at the very least. Though, I suppose it would be even worse for me to head out unchaperoned after dark. It did take me long enough to travel here..." [attr="class","mizocredit"] [newclass=.mizocredit a]font:bold 6pt calibri;letter-spacing:1px;color:#b5d1f1;[/newclass]
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