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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2022 20:27:26 GMT
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Post by Rose Fletcher on Oct 13, 2022 21:50:46 GMT
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Prompt: "I thought someone should tell you that your mother has died." | The sound of her shoes on carpet had never felt so loud. Feeling numb as her legs carried her down the hall, wishing to turn and run from the house instead of continuing on this path. Because she knew what was waiting for her at the end of it, a conversation she did not wish to be a part of.
Unwelcome memories plagued her mind, of the time when she was the one dealing with the profound loss of her own mother. It hadn't been quite as sudden, but it was still a shock that nothing could prepare her for.
Approaching the door, she knocked and the moment the door opened, her attempt to keep her expression unreadable almost crumpled.
"Miss Eloise..." she dipped her head, unable to bring herself to look her in the face. It was an act of cowardice, to keep her gaze trained firmly on the floor, but how else could she bear to break such news.
"Forgive me, but..." taking a steadying breath, she lifted her head. This was the kind of news that changed a person and left a wound that nothing could heal.
"I thought someone should tell you that your mother has died" she forced the words from her mouth, not giving herself the chance to change her mind, to pass the role of informant off to another. "I am so sorry" words of condolence that would mean nothing, heal nothing, and would no doubt be repeated countless times in the days to come. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2022 13:06:02 GMT
eloise & rose.  No. No, no, no. That was a mistake, it had to be. All oxygen seemed to have evaporated from the air, and try as she might, Eloise couldn't get enough breath in her lungs. The room was spinning, the entire world moving much too fast, and she wasn't sure whether she needed to scream, run away or sit down. I thought someone should tell you that your mother has died.Was it some sort of sick joke? Was Rose simply trying to play into her insecurities, offer up the most horrible thing she could muster? She'd already lost her papa, already struggled with his passing when she was seven, how could her dear mama be gone, too? What of Hyacinth and Gregory, how could two so young be without either parent? It wasn't possible. She couldn't believe it. "You must be mistaken..." she managed, but the words were feeble at best. Could the eight Bridgertons truly have lost both of their parents so young? Violet had been well, but then, so had Edmund. If a single bee sting could take out a man like him, perhaps it wasn't that impossible. Still, the denial was strong, the need to insist her mother must have been alive remained. She refused to lose both parents, refused to live in a world where they were both long gone. "You cannot simply say things like that, Miss Fletcher! You cannot simply..."And then she broke.Rose had no reason to lie, no reason to tell her such a thing if it wasn't true. Why would she? They were hardly enemies, and even if they were, even the cruellest of people wouldn't claim something like that without reason. Gossip spread much too easily, nobody would wish for the entire ton to know they could be so harsh, such a liar. And what of when she told her older brothers? They wouldn't take too kindly to someone make such an accusation. The tears were falling before she could even stop them, before she could even catch herself and turn away. Why did it matter who saw now? Why did anything matter any longer? "But — how?"[attr="class","mizocredit"] [newclass=.mizocredit a]font:bold 6pt calibri;letter-spacing:1px;color:#b5d1f1;[/newclass] |
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Post by Rose Fletcher on Nov 5, 2022 21:56:57 GMT
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| Rose did not know Eloise Bridgerton well, they came from two entirely different worlds. Forever separated by the circumstances that they were born into. But Rose would've given anything to shield the girl from the news she was burdening her with now.
The world was cruel, to have taken both parents from her when she was still so young. It did not bear thinking about that there were two younger children in the house that would now be forced to grow up without either parent.
"I am sorry, Miss-" she attempted to say when Eloise accused her of being mistaken in her claim. Her eyes burning with tears that she fought furiously to contain, because now was not the time to allow herself to feel. She would have time to fall apart when she returned to her room that night and was alone, she could not take the liberty of doing it now in front of a daughter who had just lost her mother.
When the tears started to flow freely down Eloise's cheeks, her face crumpling in grief, Rose reached out a hand as if to comfort. It was not hers to offer, but she could not stand to watch the girl grieving alone.
Eloise would have many questions in the days to come. But for now, they could focus on the how. "Nobody saw what happened" she did not have the answers the Eloise yearned for; she could not offer an explanation to why she had lost her mother today. "She was found out in the garden..."
Perhaps if somebody had been with her, something might've been done. But it was never productive to ponder the what ifs, it only worked to torture yourself further. |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2022 22:11:50 GMT
eloise & rose. When her papa had passed, she'd been seven – too young to really understand, even when they'd explained to her that he was never coming back. She'd cried a lot, been ever so scared that her mama would end up leaving for good too, but it had taken her awhile to fully accept that he was gone. She'd grieved, and it still hurt. It likely wouldn't ever stop hurting. She'd just been a little girl – and there, learning that her mama was gone, she still felt like a little girl. Eighteen was still so young, society may have expected her to get married, to have children, but all she wanted then was an embrace from her mama. How was she old enough to have her own family, when she was without both parents now, so young? What of her siblings? Did any of them know? If nobody had been with Violet, then nobody would have seen her. Were different people telling each of them? And by God, who would tell the younger two? Anthony, perhaps, but he shouldn't have to do that on his own – not again, not when he must have told all seven of them last time. With Daphne off living at Clyvedon, she was the oldest girl. Did that mean she should be the one to speak to Hyacinth and Gregory? Alleviate some pressure from her brother?Tears continued to flow, and her hand reached out to reach Rose's. She wasn't always one for physical contact, especially not with those she barely knew, but she needed comfort. Who else could give it to her in that moment? "In the garden..." Eloise repeated, trying not to flashback to the day her father had passed. They'd been in Aubrey Hall then, but that wasn't the point. "I can't...I don't..." Eloise, always known for being blunt, and bold, and speaking her mind, always filling silences, couldn't think of the words to say. Nothing would come out, she was so afraid, struggling so much to come to terms with what she was hearing. She'd been afraid of losing her mama, and had let that fear go, let it fall to the back of her mind – the nightmares would likely return tenfold now. "Does anyone else know? My brothers and sisters?" [attr="class","mizocredit"] [newclass=.mizocredit a]font:bold 6pt calibri;letter-spacing:1px;color:#b5d1f1;[/newclass] |
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