Symbol Prompt for Eloise

[Rose Fletcher]

[ ● ] my muse catches yours snooping through their belongings.

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eloise & rose.

This was starting to seem like a habit.

At least when she'd been caught rifling through one of the Bridgerton housekeepers' belongings, she'd been able to ramble on about being her mistress, about having every right to be in her room. With Rose, she couldn't claim that for even a second. Regardless of all else, of their differing statuses in society, and of why she happened to be there in the first place, she was still technically trespassing. Eloise grimaced, well aware there was very little way to talk her way out of this one. Would the truth sound even more foolish than a lie? Would she be laughed at, left to feel foolish, as she had with Mrs Wilson? She'd realised quite quickly that the servants hardly had time to write gossip columns, but what of a seamstress? A tradesperson, she'd become certain, made far more sense. One of the modistes, she'd thought, and Rose made just as much sense as Genevieve Delacroix. 

"I was...simply..." Bold and direct as she was, shouldn't this be easier? Lie or not, shouldn't it be simple to simply blurt something out? Eloise never had a problem with words, she had a tendency to fill silences, rather than create them, yet apparently she'd not mastered the art of defending her snooping. "Looking for inspiration for my next dress. Mama insists I need my hems lowered with my season fast approaching, so it seems only right that I look for something new, does it not?"

Rose Fletcher

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[Rose Fletcher]

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When she'd made the decision to leave the only home she'd ever known, she'd done so knowing that she'd have to take very little with her. All of her worldly possessions could fit in a single bag. Returning home to find someone rifling through every material possession she owned, it was like a slap to the face. The perpetrator was unbelievable as the act itself and Rose found it difficult not to bristle, even when an explanation was given. "Please, do not stop on my account" she couldn't keep her voice from trembling when she spoke. "Whatever it is you're really looking for, you will not find it here" she didn't take Eloise Bridgerton for a thief, at least not a good one if she was searching for anything of value here. "Do the rules not apply if you are a Bridgerton? Or do you simply not care for the privacy of others?" never had she met anyone with so much entitlement that they felt it was their right to go through her personal things. Never would she make the mistake to trust blindly again.

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eloise & rose.

She couldn't help but cringe at the accusation. It certainly wasn't her intention to act as if she could get away with anything, wasn't her intention to use her position in society to put others down, to step on them and get away with anything she wanted. While she did rebel, she didn't ever do so at the expense of others; her rebellion was about striving for equality, about wanting them all to have the same rights, not wanting to be at all better than Rose. Much like with Mrs Wilson, however, she hadn't expected to get caught out, and she'd been just as rude with her, the housekeeper hadn't been the same with her since. In her haste to find out Whistledown's true identity, however, she hadn't considered what might happen if she was caught, always so hyperfocused on the unmasking, rather than the process of getting there. It seemed that, while trying to find out her true identity, she was going to enrage a lot of people...but hopefully, in the end, it would be worth it. In time, hopefully, she'd be able to speak to the author, convince her of all the good she could do if only she wrote something other than trivial gossip. A pen was a powerful tool, after all, and the platform the fictitious author now had was certainly a large one. Could it be Rose?

Shoulders slumped, grey eyes studying the other woman's face, guilt settling in. Perhaps she should have simply spoken to her, like she had with Madame Delacroix, given her a chance to explain herself. Would it seem like another feeble excuse now if she told the truth? Or if she cornered her, tried to get some answers from her? Backing away from her possessions, Eloise's arms came to fold across her chest, a defence mechanism, a barrier between the two of them. Rose was the one who likely felt like she was having her privacy violated, but she too felt like she needed to defend herself, prove that she wasn't just a terrible rich girl, who had decided she could go through another person's belongings simply because she felt like it. "Of course I care about privacy, that is exactly what I am trying to preserve! The privacy of everyone Whistledown has exposed! I know she is a tradesperson, someone who works closely with those among the ton. How are you to prove she isn't you?"

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