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Apr 17, 2023 16:21:46 GMT
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Post by Emily Davenport on Oct 10, 2022 23:14:10 GMT
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2022 11:16:32 GMT
prompt: my muse says they hate yours. Hate was such a strong word, and passionate as Eloise was, she wasn't entirely sure that she hated anybody. Perhaps she hated concepts: the idea of marriage, the knowledge that she was forced to wear dresses, and stay home, and never make her own way in the world...but people, mostly, simply got on her nerves. It wasn't hard to do (Hyacinth certainly knew how to get on her very last nerve — though there was something about siblings that was eternally frustrating), she was often caught rolling her eyes at the side of a ball room, especially if Cressida Cowper was in attendance, but this was different. Deeper. Her usual simmering frustration had been taken over by a misplaced anger. Emily had done nothing wrong, not really. All she'd done, in truth, was be in the wrong place at the wrong time. It was simply too hard to explode on a fictious author, for she didn't know where to direct the anger — with no true identity to attach to Whistledown yet, she couldn't exactly go off on her. Instead, she turned to what she assumed was going to be just another 'are you okay?' (or perhaps another insult, another jibe about the latest scandal), swallowing down the urge to let herself cry in public, glowering instead. "Go away. I hate you. I hate...everything about this. Could you just leave me alone? I do not wish to speak with you — or anyone."[attr="class","mizocredit"] [newclass=.mizocredit a]font:bold 6pt calibri;letter-spacing:1px;color:#b5d1f1;[/newclass]
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Post by Emily Davenport on Oct 30, 2022 18:17:46 GMT
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notes this is weak but dfghjkl
| It was unlike Emily to trouble herself with the gossip that moved around the ton. Nodding politely and pretending to listen whilst other young ladies whispered about some story they'd heard, the origins of such a rumour unknown. She had truly not intended to read the latest Whistledown when it had been delivered to the house, but her resolve had crumbled when she'd gone to set it aside and glanced the name Bridgerton.
She told herself it was concern that made her read the page in its entirety, but maybe curiosity played a part. Curiosity as to what new scandal plagued her friends, perhaps it was wrong of her to feed into that curiosity.
But it was concern that caused her to approach Eloise now, wondering if her friend was alright or rather, if she was coping. She did not anticipate the outburst that erupted from Eloise before she'd even had time to utter a single word.
Hate was such a passionate emotion, and it hurt to have the word thrown at her in such a manner. She had done little to deserve it, but perhaps she should've known better than to approach Eloise when she was nursing such fresh wounds.
"That is such an ugly word" she swallowed, looking down at her hands but not backing off. "I will not leave, not when you are so obviously upset" it didn't matter if she wanted to throw all of the mean words in the world at her. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2022 20:15:02 GMT
eloise & emily. It wasn't fair to speak to Emily in such a way, to take it out on her. She'd done absolutely nothing wrong, she was likely only concerned, for they'd been friends for long enough. The Davenports always seemed to spend plenty of time with the Bridgertons, and she'd always been eager to spend time with Emily, too, close enough in age to her, and not finding her nearly as exhausting as a lot of the young ladies of the ton. At least she, unlike most, was able to talk of things other than suitors and what they'd learnt on the piano forte to impress said suitors. Most ladies were exhausting, truly. Emily, however, was someone she could actually stand. So why was she trying so hard to push her away?Perhaps, after all that had happened, she simply felt like she deserved to end up alone. Why wouldn't she? "I...am sorry, Emily. Truly. I know it is not your fault. Everyone is talking about me, and while I try not to care about that, it is far easier when I am simply dealing with a few odd looks or jibes — not the entire ton calling me a radical. Do you truly wish to be seen with me right now?" [attr="class","mizocredit"] [newclass=.mizocredit a]font:bold 6pt calibri;letter-spacing:1px;color:#b5d1f1;[/newclass]
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