People Who Hate Happiness for Edith

[Anthony Bridgerton]

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prompt: Our muses trapped in a burning building.

Though she was likely supposed to be acting like she was perfectly well put together, Edith was terrified. The smoke was thick, the flames growing by the moment, and she could practically feel her heart beating throughout her entire body. Were the other Bridgertons all out of the house already? And what of the help? Edith found herself coughing, gripping onto Anthony's arm, though she was aware it wasn't proper. In a situation such as this one, propriety had long since gone out of the window — the only thing that mattered was ensuring they stayed alive, and got out before the entire estate burnt down.

A lot would be lost in a situation like this one; all of the Bridgertons worldly possessions, as well as all those of the help. Edith hadn't owned much to begin with, but it was likely all gone already. Chances were the Bridgertons would be able to replace their things, perhaps spend some time in Aubrey Hall while they figured out what the next step was, but that was only if everyone made it out in one piece. A hand came to cover her nose, attempting to avoid any further smoke inhalation, though her other hand remained tightly gripped on Anthony. The last thing she wanted was to wind up on her own, trapped in the house unable to get out, with nobody else around to try and help her. "Is everyone else out? Are we the last?"

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[Anthony Bridgerton]

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IT IS MY RESPONSIBILITY

The protective instinct in Anthony was ignited the moment Edmund died. Since then, he had taken it upon himself to protect his family, no matter what the cost. So as soon as the fire started, he knew what he had to do. He had to get them all out to safety. Along the way, he of course ushered out whomever else was in there. He was not heartless after all, and ensured the servants too were pushed out to safety. But each and every time, Anthony went back in . . . needing to make sure no one else was in the house. He had come across one of their maids, Edith Norton, who had been in here far too long. Taking hold of her, he continued to make his way through the smoke and flames, trying to find anyone else who may be left behind.

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"Iad do not know," he responded, voice raised so that she could hear him among all this chaos. "Did you see anyone else?" He asked, wondering if she had come back in to look for someone, or if she had never managed to get out in the first place. "We must leave now," he added, wanting her to know that he intended to get her out of here. And would go back for anyone else. Looking over at her and seeing that she was using her hand to cover her mouth, he knew that would need it to help navigate herself out of here since the smoke was thick. They needed to reach out to ensure there was nothing in front of them. Lowering his arm from his own mouth, he reached for the bottom of his shirt and tore a piece from it. Folding it to increase the thickness, Anthony turned to face her for a moment, tying it around her mouth and knotting it around the back of her head. "Do not let go of me," he instructed, resuming his former position. He stretched out one arm to feel what was around him, spatial skills and memorization of the estate helpful in such dire circumstances.

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edith & anthony.

There was truly no time nor reason to think about the fact they were alone, or the fact she was being asked to cling to him. These were hardly normal circumstances, and she wasn't about to suggest that it was in any way inappropriate or scandalous – they would quite literally be holding onto each other to ensure their own safety, to ensure they both made it out of there alive. Perhaps it sounded dramatic, but she knew how bad smoke inhalation could be, knew that this could lead to so much more than just a burned down house. It would be awful if the Bridgertons lost their estate, and all their worldly possessions, but they would recover from it. The ton would likely help them out, they would perhaps stay at their country home for awhile, and they probably still had money. It was tragic indeed that their home would be gone, but the worst thing would be if anyone was hurt.

That was how she hadn't made it outside yet, so concerned that anyone had been left behind. They were a good family, would see to it that all of the help made it out too, but she couldn't help the need to double check every nook and cranny in the house, just in case someone was still sleeping, still hidden away somewhere. How awful that would have been.

It seemed, however, that the house was truly empty, save for the two of them, and they'd have to stay close to battle against the rising smoke. How the fire had started, she had no clue, but there were plenty of things that could have set the flames alight – a candle, a cigarette, one of the cooks in the kitchen. It hardly mattered now, not when they weren't even to safety yet. "I shan't, Lord Bridgerton," she promised, grateful that he was taking the lead, ensuring she made it out. He truly was a good man. "I am fairly confident we are the only ones left. We should all be safe in no time at all." They had to be, didn't they?

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