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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2022 8:57:33 GMT
eloise & phillip. [ fidget ] for your muse to comfort mine during a bad dream. [attr="class","mizocredit"] [newclass=.mizocredit a]font:bold 6pt calibri;letter-spacing:1px;color:#b5d1f1;[/newclass]
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Post by Sir Phillip Crane on Nov 2, 2022 16:19:39 GMT
[googlefont="Noto Serif:400"][googlefont="Sacramento:400"] [attr="class","target"] sir phillip crane (second - son) tag: @eloisebridgerton notes: none! | [attr="class","targettext"] Phillip still could not believe himself so fortunate. He never thought marriage could be so . . . good. So blissfully wonderful. He had a beautiful wife who was exceptional with his children. One who smiled, and brought joy to the otherwise somber hallways of his estate. Of course his children brought a happiness as well, but it was different. She made everything quite different. Another prime example being that he was sleeping right next to her. The vigorous exertion of their marital acts had caused them to quickly find the ease of sleep . . . and without a second thought of departing her bed, Phillip slept soundly next to her.
Eight years without being with a woman left a great deal of time to compensate for. But alas, sleep was rather inevitable. And, it was the good kind. The kind of sleep and rest that came from such pleasurable activities . . . yes. Phillip had not known marriage could be so wonderful. So when he felt the bed start to shift and sounds escape Eloise, he slowly opened his eyes to look at her. Whatever grogginess would ordinary be associated from being pulled from sleep prematurely, abruptly fled and Phillip instead quickly sat up, moving closer to her. "Eloise?" He asked, but it seemed that she was having a bad dream.
Without a second thought, his hand went to her cheek in attempt to comfort her, and pull her from whatever plagued her subconscious. "Eloise," he said a bit more loudly, more firmly. He shifted closer to her, realizing that he was not even entirely certain how to comfort her. There had not been a need to in the few days that they were married . . . well, not in this way anyway. "Eloise!" He said once more, his hand still upon her cheek, his other hand on her shoulder to give it a gentle shake to wake her up. Whatever she was dreaming about was causing her distress and he hated to see her like that. What he hated even more though . . . was the thought of him potentially being responsible for this distress.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2022 19:03:49 GMT
eloise & phillip. Before him, she'd known nothing of the marital act. She had attempted to ask, so long ago now, how a woman came to be with child, but nobody had actually indulged her in a decent answer. Now, as blissful newlyweds, she'd discovered just how much Phillip could do to exhaust her each evening. She'd married him for a lot more than just his ability to make her climax, but it was certainly a bonus. She'd never wanted to share a bed with anyone, let alone a man, but regardless as to whether he was kissing her feverishly or holding her as she drifted off, she was incredibly content to be in bed alongside Phillip.What she hadn't accounted for, however, were the nightmares. They weren't constant, not anymore, but she'd been having them on and off since she was seven years old. The sound of her mama's screams still managed to haunt her while she slept, even now they should have long since faded. She was married now, had step-children, and she shouldn't still be haunted by the night her mother had given birth to her youngest sister. So why was she? So used to sleeping alone, however, she hadn't realised she ever made her distress known out loud – not until then.Blearily, she opened her eyes, taking several deep breaths as she attempted to adjust to her surroundings. She wasn't at the Bridgerton estate, nobody was screaming, everyone was quite well. Her mother was likely long asleep, and Hyacinth was all grown up. She was safe, and felt a little silly, even if she highly doubted if Phillip would judge her. Eloise shifted closer to him, allowing the remnants of the nightmare to slip away. "I should have warned you – about the dreams. After my papa died, I was so afraid of losing my mother, too. The night Hyacinth was born...I still haven't quite forgotten it. I know it is silly – go back to sleep. I'm quite well." [attr="class","mizocredit"] [newclass=.mizocredit a]font:bold 6pt calibri;letter-spacing:1px;color:#b5d1f1;[/newclass]
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