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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2022 10:13:10 GMT
george & phillip.
This day was always bound to come eventually. When George had agreed to enlist in the army, he'd always known he'd be sent off to fight eventually. Men didn't simply get to be soldiers in title, and not actually do anything, he'd not left himself with much of a choice. If he'd known back then that he'd meet someone like Marina Thompson, he might have made a different choice; might not have wanted to go and fight...but he'd made that choice before they ever met, before he fell in love, and made promises that he'd marry her someday. He'd come back, though, and he'd see his promise through.For the time being, he needed to tell his brother. He was hardly sure how Phillip was going to take it, but he wanted him to be the first to know, before their father, before Marina. He deserved that, for George felt incredibly guilty for leaving him alone with their father. "Phillip?" The elder Crane peeked his head around his younger brother's bedroom door, gently knocking as he did so. His chamber seemed to be the best place to talk to him without anybody listening in. "May I speak with you for a moment? It is important." [attr="class","mizocredit"] [newclass=.mizocredit a]font:bold 6pt calibri;letter-spacing:1px;color:#b5d1f1;[/newclass]
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my late brother’s wishes."
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Post by Sir Phillip Crane on Nov 2, 2022 16:20:17 GMT
[googlefont="Noto Serif:400"][googlefont="Sacramento:400"] [attr="class","target"] sir phillip crane (second - son) tag: @george notes: none! | [attr="class","targettext"] There were few things that brought Phillip solace. Few things that he was truly good at. His father ensured that he punished him upon his failures. But the one thing that the second son knew he excelled in . . . was botany. He enjoyed reading about plants, journaling what he knows and studying it meticulously. His plan was to attend Cambridge so that he may further study it and find a career in this passion of his. He knew his father would hardly be impressed but Phillip also knew that . . . nothing he did would ever impress his father. And it was futile to keep attempting to do so.
Approaching footsteps prompted Phillip to look up from his book as George stood in the threshold of his door. "Of course," he said, setting the book aside and standing up so to pull another chair across from him so that they may be comfortable. George was truly the saving grace of Romney Hall. Otherwise, this place would most certainly feel like a prison and Phillip, a prisoner within it. "Is all well?" He asked, motioning for him to sit down. He could not help but feel that something had happened and most of the time . . . it had to do with their father.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2022 18:08:39 GMT
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If he wasn’t being made to enlist, he’d be the one to stay there. He was the oldest, and as such would be the one to inherit the titles and the home. He should have been the man of Romney Hall when his father passed on, never having to leave his little brother alone with the man who caused him such pain. Unfortunately, it wouldn’t be that simple. He’d never managed to do anything to stop the beatings even when he’d tried, but the opportunity would be long gone now. He wasn’t sure how long he’d have to remain in the army, but it would be some time. Perhaps their father had found out about him and miss Marina Thompson…perhaps this was his punishment.Moving further into the room, he sat heavily on the end of his younger brother’s bed, eyes drifting around the room for a moment. When would he next be here? Next be able to talk to him? He’d write, of course, but it wasn’t the same. He’d wished to ask Miss Thompson to be his wife, but he’d have to wait for that, too. “All is as well as it can be,” he began. He didn’t wish to worry him, but he didn’t wish to lie either. “I’ve been asked to go to off to fight. I’m hoping it won’t be for long. I don’t want to leave you here alone, but I haven’t been given a choice…” he paused, glancing at the door, to make sure there were no eavesdroppers. “There’s a young lady I had intended to propose to, but I shan’t ask for her hand until I return. I will be home as soon as I am able, for both of your sakes. Will you be alright here with father?” [attr="class","mizocredit"] [newclass=.mizocredit a]font:bold 6pt calibri;letter-spacing:1px;color:#b5d1f1;[/newclass]
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