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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2022 10:26:04 GMT
george & phillip.
Something was wrong. Something was really wrong. George had been made aware that his family had been informed that he'd been killed, but he'd been quick to rush home as soon as he was able. He wanted to set things right, to ensure Marina he'd be there for her and their baby, that he was still alive, ready to be a husband and a father. He was committed, and he was intending to prove it. The moment Gunning had opened the front door, he'd — unsurprisingly — looked as if he'd seen a ghost, frazzled and rambling. George had expected that, assumed everyone would be shocked to see him. It was the words that caught him off guard. Phillip, he'd said, was in the greenhouse, while Lady Crane wasn't home. His brother had gotten married in absence? That would be hard to get used to. Leaving the butler to inform the rest of the staff that George Crane was, in fact, alive, he made his own way outside. He may have been gone for some months, but it was still his home; they may have thought him dead, and perhaps Phillip was the man of the house now, but he didn't need escorting out to see his own brother. Perhaps someone should have warned him first, but it was much too late for that now. Once he made it to the door of the greenhouse, George cleared his throat, his hands folding behind his back. What did one say in a situation such as this? In the recent months, had he been grieving for him? Was he still grieving? "Phillip...I — believe you were told I was killed in battle. I have been trying to get home for the last few months. I am so sorry I didn't write. I'm home. I'm home to stay."[attr="class","mizocredit"] [newclass=.mizocredit a]font:bold 6pt calibri;letter-spacing:1px;color:#b5d1f1;[/newclass]
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Honor Bound
"Allow me to realize
my late brother’s wishes."
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Post by Sir Phillip Crane on Nov 2, 2022 16:21:09 GMT
[googlefont="Noto Serif:400"][googlefont="Sacramento:400"] [attr="class","target"] sir phillip crane (second - son) tag: @george notes: none! | [attr="class","targettext"] With each passing day of his marriage, came more time spent in the greenhouse. While Phillip of course knew that his marriage to Marina was not out of love but rather, honor . . . he -- well, he wasn't entirely sure what he expected. Certainly not this. She was often withdrawn, confined to her chamber out of choice. Phillip had not touched her for when he tried, he could see that she was not here. Physically she was. But the gaze within her eyes indicated that her mind was somewhere else entirely. And so, Phillip never tried again. He supposed this was the way it would be and would have to come to accept that. Or perhaps, the naïve and foolishness within him, hoped that she would get better with time. She would eventually break free from this cloud of darkness and allow some sun to shine through. Even just a glimmer of it. But for the time being, he kept his distant until meals and even then, it was when she desired to join him. That, is what brought him to his Greenhouse. A place where he could distract himself from the harsh realities of the world.
He let out a quiet, frustrated sigh when he heard the door open. He had given explicit orders that no one was to disturb him when he was working in the Greenhouse. This was his escape and he would not have it tarnished by reality. As he turned, pot in head, ready to chastise who dared interrupt, his tongue was immediately silenced upon the sight of who had entered. In fact, his entire body froze, all thoughts ceased and left only was the ghost Phillip saw in front of him. His eyes widened as his hands felt limp, dropping the pot in hand and letting it shatter to the ground. George. How . . . was this possible?! Phillip could not bring any thought or words to voice. He just stared at his brother, wondering if his own mind had finally broken under all that had happened. Wondered if he was going mad, hallucinating such things born of crippling loneliness. "I . . . " Phillip was not one to stutter but this was indeed an extenuating circumstance. "We . . . " He could not even gain enough clarity of mind to speak coherently. "Everyone thought you dead." Everyone. Including him. Especially him . . . and Marina.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2022 18:13:47 GMT
george & phillip.
He knew it would come as a shock, all things considered. He’d not even been able to finish his reply to Marina, informing her he wished to marry her, to raise their baby together. Things had gotten dangerous so quickly, he’d had to put it off, praying every day that didn’t hate him when he returned home. He was excited to see her, but first, he needed to see his brother.“I…believe I have missed a lot,” he managed, eyeing the broken plant pot. George wished to reach out and help his brother clean up the mess, but he too felt frozen. So much has changed, he was certain of that. A few months, though, how much could he truly have missed? It had been long enough for his brother to be entirely shocked, and he couldn’t blame him. He must have been grieving — had they had a funeral? Did everyone believe him to be gone?
“Gunning mentioned there is a Lady Crane — I wasn’t even aware you were courting anyone…” Did that make him a bad brother? Or had he truly just missed that much while he was away? Perhaps it was a marriage borne of necessity, once he’d become the man of the house. “I was writing a letter to Miss Thompson, telling her I intended to ask her to be my wife when I returned home when we were hit. I didn’t get to finish. Have you spoken to her?” [attr="class","mizocredit"] [newclass=.mizocredit a]font:bold 6pt calibri;letter-spacing:1px;color:#b5d1f1;[/newclass]
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