hold your head up high

[Benedict Bridgerton]

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BEAR WITNESS TO MY TALENTS

Benedict was absolutely elated! After all the doubt, all the insecurities he endured . . . this was it! He had done it! He had earned a position in the Royal Academy and he could not be more excited! All that practice and hard work had finally paid off where he would be able to continue to develop his skills in the perfect environment! This was indeed, HUGE! And there was only one person he could think of at this moment to share the good news with. The man who had mentored him. The man who gave him the confidence to pursue this field and made him believe in himself -- far more than he ever had before anyway. He absolutely needed to tell Henry Granville without a moment to lose!

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Benedict was so excited that he did not even consider the late hour, nor is casual attire. His heart was beating so strongly within his chest, he could have sworn it was going to leap out! Little did he realize it was not merely excitement that was causing such behavior. He hurried made his way to where he knew Henry -- temporarily forgetting his wife -- was remaining during his stay at Aubrey Hall. He raised his hand to the door, a permanent smile upon his face as he knocked repeatedly and hurriedly, not a single second in between each knock. In fact, his knocks were as his heart: beating rapidly. And he would not stop until the door opened.

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BANG!  BANG BANG BANG!  Henry's eyes shoot open, and he nearly falls off the bed from the loud knocking.  "Heavens,"  the artist breathes, putting a hand on his rapidly beating chest.  That had scared him out of a dead sleep.  Usually, he struggles to sleep in new places, but Benedict's cottage had felt very cozy -- a warm, inviting feel, just like the man himself.  He glances to the other side of the bed.  Right, Lucy left for another room hours ago. 

The banging continues, and so Henry calls out, "all right, all right!  The house better be on fire,"  he grumbles, but he smells no smoke.  What could possibly be so urgent?  He approaches the door in his underclothes, opening to see a very high Benedict Bridgerton before him.  Oh.  Interesting development.  This isn't a dream, is it?  No, Henry's dreams wouldn't feel this real. . .

"Benedict,"  he greets, brow quirked in suspicion.  "To what do I owe the honor at. . ."  He looks toward the window, the moon glistening into the room.  "God's hour." 

Tag: Benedict Bridgerton

[Benedict Bridgerton]

Tag: bunny

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BEAR WITNESS TO MY TALENTS

Benedict was far too excited -- and far too under the influence -- to realize the intrusion. Despite Henry's inquiry about the hour, Benedict's lips remained in a broad smile. He reached out, cupping both of Henry's cheeks with his hands as he grinned at the fellow artist. "I have news!" He exclaimed excitedly. Temporarily numbed to any etiquette or manners, Benedict stepped past Henry and went to the center of his room.

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He stretched his arms out and proceeded to spin in a circle. "I have glorious news!" He further stated amidst his twirl. "I did it." His voice started off quieter but then he did indeed, get louder in his proclamation. "I DID IT!" Benedict did not even bother checking if Lucy was here. In fact, he seemed to have temporarily forgotten about the woman all together -- for the time being. "I got in! It is official! It is bound by the word and signature and I have been accepted! I will accept this acceptance!" His voice demonstrating the clear elation he felt as he grinned stupidly at the man before him.