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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2022 8:56:29 GMT
eloise & sophie. ( visit ) : one muse shows up at the other's doorstep in tears. [attr="class","mizocredit"] [newclass=.mizocredit a]font:bold 6pt calibri;letter-spacing:1px;color:#b5d1f1;[/newclass]
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Post by Sophia Beckett on Oct 16, 2022 2:08:24 GMT
It was well after midnight. Everyone was sleeping in the house. Since it was warm for this time of year, most rooms did not even have a fire lit to give some light. It left the house lit only by the unusually bright moon and stars in the sky. Sophie thought it should be raining. It should be a cold raining night, filled with thunder and wind. That would at least be fitting for her thoughts.
For tonight she needed to leave the house. She needed to once again disappear into the night. Only the first time it had been to escape from her step-mother. And the second was to escape drunken entitled men. And this time . . . this time hurt the worst. This time might break her. Might destroy her. Because this time she was leaving to protect the man she loved.
Knowing she could leave him with no explanation, Sophie had a letter for him. Only she dare not try to leave it for him. If he found her leaving it then he would not let her go. She knew he would not. She knew that Benedict would fight for her, and she feared that he would win. Only she knew that if she stayed it would ruin him. She had learned that her step-mother had summoned the police over the shoe clip. She would be arrested, and he would be humiliated for loving not only a 'thief' (even if she was innocent, who would believe her?) and a child born out of wedlock.
So instead of risking leaving it for Benedict, she turned to his favorite sister. Slipping into Eloise's room, Sophie walked quietly toward the bed, trying to wipe away the tears that would not stop falling. "Miss Bridgerton?" She whispered, once twice, three times with no answer. "MISS BRIDGERTON!" She whispered louder trying to wake the girl.
Tagged: @eloisebridgerton It was so hard to decide if E should go to S or if S should go to E in tears! I flipped a coin. xoxox
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2022 12:32:28 GMT
eloise & sophie. There were times when Eloise would be awake long into the night, writing or reading while the rest of the world slept soundly. While silence during the day was quite unnerving, and she'd much prefer to fill them, there was something incredibly peaceful about the quiet at night time. That said, there were also nights in which she'd far prefer to be sleeping; nights when she crashed out early, and was positively dead to the world until the sunlight crept through the curtains, and she had no choice but to wake up. There'd likely been times, over the years, when her lady's maid had been forced to utter her name time and time again to get her to open her eyes, and it seemed this was one of those occasions. An eye half-opened, and she was tempted to mumble that she would be up in a moment...the realisation that it was still dark, however, caused her eyelids to flutter open. For someone to wake her before the sun had even risen, something must have been wrong. Was it one of her siblings? Blinking back sleep, Eloise moved to sit up, slowly managing to focus on Sophie. Was she crying? The realisation that she might be sent a chill down her spine, and the urge to fall back to sleep quickly dissipated. "Sophie? What time is it? Are you quite alright?" It certainly didn't seem as if she was, for as much as she got along wonderfully with her, it was certainly unusual for her to wake her like this. "What on earth is the matter?"[attr="class","mizocredit"] [newclass=.mizocredit a]font:bold 6pt calibri;letter-spacing:1px;color:#b5d1f1;[/newclass]
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