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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2022 20:13:38 GMT
eloise & rose.  Hiding her emotions was simply the norm. It wasn't that Eloise cared if crying in public was unladylike (could anything she did truly be considered 'ladylike'?), she simply dealt by internalising her feelings, pouring them into her journal, occasionally opening up with Penelope and Benedict, but seldom letting them out in front of many. She'd tried, on occasion, attempted to be candid with Daphne about her fears surrounding marriage and children, but her sister had shut her down so quickly. It seemed pointless even trying, when nobody was listening. She would always be blunt, always be candid, never beat around the bush with her thoughts...but emotions were a whole different thing. So few people who didn't live in the Bridgerton home had ever seen her cry. Perhaps Penelope once or twice, perhaps anyone she hadn't brushed passed swiftly enough when she'd dashed from the ball after dancing with Lord Morrison, but that was it. If she had a choice, she wouldn't be in tears in front of Rose, but it was an involuntary response to how out of control the social season had become so swiftly. They weren't exactly friends, she couldn't exactly open up to her, thus she was quick to raise a hand, rubbing away the tears with her knuckles. How foolish must she seem, crying over the high society events she had to attend? How ridiculous must it have seemed to someone without her money and status? Swallowing down a lump in her throat, she sniffed, feeling far more pathetic than she was used to. "I merely got something in my eye. Must you keep looking at me like that?" [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 Oct 13, 2022 21:18:57 GMT
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I apologize for her! | Some people wore their emotions so clearly, displayed for the entire world to see. Not Rose, she preferred to keep that part of herself guarded, locked safely behind the walls she'd built up around herself, meant to shield and protect.
Of course, she did not have the privilege of feeling those feelings. Maybe if she had lived a life so grand, that she had never experienced true hardship. Where the only difficulty she faced was in deciding which dress to wear on any given day.
Then, maybe she would be more inclined to shed her tears in the street.
The last thing she'd anticipated today was encountering Eloise Bridgerton in a part of town that the noble folk rarely ventured. Especially the young ladies of the ton, and without a chaperone.
Ordinarily, Rose would've moved swiftly along. She had no business with the Bridgerton's and cared little for them, but something gave her pause. The blotchy skin and shine of unshed tears in eyes that were a little too red to pass as normal. The mask had slipped, the young lady looked to be human after all.
"Apologies, Miss" stepping forward, yet keeping a respectful distance between them. "I think it's obvious there's nothing in your eye, why are you crying?" what did a Bridgerton have to cry about? Maybe she was about to find out.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2022 21:34:55 GMT
eloise & rose. Time and time again she'd been across town unchaperoned, but at least usually she'd been safely tucked away in the printshop, with Mr Sharpe to ensure she was safe. The same couldn't be said this time, and she'd dashed off before any nosy footman or maid could follow her. While she appreciated all footman John had done for her, ensuring she was safe and chaperoned when travelling to more 'unsavoury' parts of London, she didn't want him to see her tears. In truth, she didn't really want anyone to see her tears, but there wasn't much of a choice here. Short of running off (which was certainly tempting), she was sort of forced to speak with Rose, if only to push her away, insist she was perfectly well. "It is nothing for you to worry about!" The words were far harsher than intended, but only because she was trying her best to hold it together. The urge to shed more tears was strong, but she was fighting against her instincts, attempting to blink them away before they had a chance to fall. She was still wearing a fancy gown, one that probably cost more than anything Rose owned. It was a little embarrassing, the realisation that she was in floods of tears across this side of town — she could blame it on being there, on being all on her own in an unfamiliar part of town, but that would only make her seem worse. It would also only be a lie. It was the pressure, the fear of disappointing everyone, everything she knew she had to do as part of the ton. The lack of choices, the stifling society she lived in. In recent weeks, as she'd spent more time with Theo, she'd come to recognise her privilege a little more. She'd always been so quick to talk about her lack of rights as a woman, but she'd realised she still had more than anyone on that side of town, and she always would. That didn't mean it wasn't hard, however, didn't mean her tears weren't genuine. It wasn't as if she was crying about a ripped dress, or being scorned by a suitor. Many young ladies from the ton likely would, but she would certainly judge them. "I am well aware my life is so simple compared to everyone across this side of town, but that doesn't stop me from feeling the pressure of society. The lack of choices. The way I disappoint my entire family simply by wanting something else."[attr="class","mizocredit"] [newclass=.mizocredit a]font:bold 6pt calibri;letter-spacing:1px;color:#b5d1f1;[/newclass] |
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