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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2022 18:54:33 GMT
eloise & cressida.  A bitter laugh tumbled from Eloise's lips, the smoke she'd just inhaled piercing the cool evening air. Wasn't it ironic that, of all the people in all of the ton, Cressida Cowper would be the one to find her outside on the swings. There were approximately a thousand people she'd wish to see before her, but it was too late now. No matter what scathing remarks she shot at the blonde, it wouldn't change a thing. "Of course it's you, it's always you," she muttered, offering the tin of cigarettes out to her. She could hardly see perfect Cressida being willing to partake, but perhaps there was a lot she didn't really know about her. She'd never tried to stop and get to know her, never wished to do so, but it wasn't like she had anyone else to speak with. For once in her life, she'd probably take talking to her over being alone with her thoughts. "What, are you wandering around looking for something or someone you can gossip about? I hate to break it to you, Cressida, but I think everyone already knows I'm a 'political radical'," she scoffed, bringing the cigarette back to her lips to take a drag. Chances were, everyone was still discussing the latest column, and she was trying her absolute hardest to pretend she didn't care. She'd never cared before, never allowed herself to concern herself with what people of the ton truly thought of her...but this was different, this was so much harder. Her entire character and belief system was being torn to shreds, all because of her alleged best friend. If someone like Penelope Featherington could be so cruel, maybe Cressida wasn't the atrocious evil she'd always assumed her to be. "Why do you loathe me so much? What have I ever done to you?"[attr="class","mizocredit"] [newclass=.mizocredit a]font:bold 6pt calibri;letter-spacing:1px;color:#b5d1f1;[/newclass] |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2022 7:19:05 GMT
What if..? Eloise Bridgerton & Cressida Cowper Cressida was always so nosy, perhaps against her better judgement. She would rather follow some possible scandal she could bring back for notoriety than deal with another man eyeing another girl as he danced with her. It happened more than she cared to admit. That was what made it all the more easy to be upset with a Bridgerton than admit her own faults. Of course she'd never say it aloud. Still, it was the very reason she had followed Eloise to the swings. She probably wasn't going to find anything as exciting as what Lady Whistledown had printed about her and it was even more unlikely she'd discover her in the gardens like Daphne. Still it was a better distraction than her failure of night.
"Whatever do you mean?"
She tossed an equally dry laugh back at the brunette. Then, she awkwardly took a seat in the swing next to Eloise. She shouldn't. She knew she shouldn't. Both her parents would be horrified if they spotted her here, but she couldn't bring herself to leave. She faked a cough at the smoke wafting toward from Eloise's cigarette, still clinging to some semblance of her high and mighty act. However, she had been around her father enough while he smoked, that it didn't really bother her like it should.
This was something someone like a Bridgerton might not know — that when one was the only child growing up, they became the vessel for both their parents' hopes and dreams. There were times Lord Cowper told Cressida things over cigarettes she was sure were meant for a son — except they didn't have one. They just had her and the conversations frightened her. It was why she clung so deeply to her mother and her duty of marrying above her station. She still would continue to do so.
And, even though Eloise's assessment of her was right, she was here for gossip, it left Cressida offended. She backed away slightly, moving her swing farther away from Eloise, and gasped.
"Loathe you?" Another dry laugh. "I believe it was you who turned down my offer of friendship, Eloise, in favor of clinging to that insipid wallflower you seem so fond of. But, I am sure that is working out for you just fine."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2022 11:03:00 GMT
eloise & cressida. Putting the cigarettes away, assuming Cressida wasn't going to accept one from her regardless of anything else, she leaned back, taking a drag on our own cigarette. This was usually where she was her most comfortable, though with Cressida by her side, she'd likely have a job managing that. There was seldom anything comfortable in the presence of the Cowper girl, after all. Still, Eloise was at a point where she'd rather speak to absolutely anyone than be entirely on her own. Without Pen or Theo to share her thoughts with, she needed somebody."That is because you did not wish to be my friend. You insulted the only friend I had simply for your own gain, and all you were seeking was being associated with a Bridgerton. Some of us aren't as stupid as the girls who follow you around all of the time," she scoffed, shaking her head. Still, Cressida was right about one thing...things with Pen hadn't worked out, though she doubted she'd have been in a better position if she'd accepted the offer of 'friendship'. The two of them hardly had anything in common.
Gaze drifting towards the blonde, Eloise studied her for a moment, semi-aware of the fact this was probably the most civil they'd ever been. They were hardly the best of friends, but there'd been few jibes, and Cressida had said nothing about her smoking. It was surprising, and almost a relief, considering she could sincerely do without anything else being said about her, at least for awhile.
"Besides, would you truly wish to be associated with a 'political radical'? I am certain you could scarcely handle some of the views I hold," she pointed out. For once, there was no vitriol behind her words — just honesty. She could have said that Cressida's delicate mind might explode, but she didn't. "I'm not my sister, Cressida. I am not some perfect young lady, and I do not wish to be. I hardly see why you'd want to be friends with me, outside of wanting to get close to my brothers. I am not going to be used." [attr="class","mizocredit"] [newclass=.mizocredit a]font:bold 6pt calibri;letter-spacing:1px;color:#b5d1f1;[/newclass] |
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