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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2022 15:03:12 GMT
eloise & phillip.
Growing up, Eloise had never been the sibling to dream of getting married and having children. That was left to her sisters, while she focused on playing outside with her older brothers, loathing the knowledge that there'd come a day when she was presented to society. A lot of that had changed: she hated dancing at balls, she still spoke passionately of the rights of women, of wanting an education and the same freedoms as the men...but Phillip was an unexpected change. He'd caught her eye, been entirely unlike every other gentlemen within the ton, and while she couldn't claim to be passionate about botany, she was passionate about listening to his thoughts, listening to him speak with such passion and conviction. He'd managed to capture her attention and her heart, and luckily for her mama, she might well be off the market before the end of her first season. Even she had half-assumed she was too much for everyone, and would wind up a spinster...he'd been a surprise.
This, too, was a surprise. Being summoned to speak with him, so out of the blue. There had to be a reason, and only one thing that made sense...the only thing she could think of was that he was going to ask her whether it would be alright to ask for her hand. Of course he'd still have to ask Anthony, but given how forward-thinking she was, perhaps he'd thought to check with her, make sure it was something she actually wanted. Given that he wasn't just looking for her dowry, and had showed a true interest in her and her thoughts...of course she did.
"You wished to speak with me?" Her tone was bright, hopeful. And then, quieter: "I've missed you."
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Post by Sir Phillip Crane on Nov 2, 2022 16:21:31 GMT
[googlefont="Noto Serif:400"][googlefont="Sacramento:400"] [attr="class","target"] sir phillip crane (second - son) tag: @eloisebridgerton notes: none! | [attr="class","targettext"] Phillip did not know how it was possible. To be so happy, and to fall from it so drastically that left was sadness and pain. New of his brother's passing had been tragic enough and Eloise had helped him through it. But . . . it seemed that George had not passed without legacy. He had been with a woman of the name Marina Thompson and . . . she was with child. George's child. Phillip had never felt greater conflict in his life. But deep down, he knew what had to be done. He knew that honor would trump all else . . . even his love for Eloise Bridgerton. He had rehearsed many times how he would ask for her hand. Indications of it on paper, crumped by the waste bin with each failed attempt. He had conceded to just speak from the heart and let the moment consume him. He had imagined what it would feel to hear her say. What it would feel to be engaged . . . and married . . . and live with the woman that he loved above all others in the entirety of the world. Yes. Life indeed would have been blissful, would have been perfect. Romney Hall would have felt like a home for the first time in his life.
BBut . . . it was all simply a dream. Reality was far crueler than this. He would marry, yes, but not to a woman he loved. To a woman his brother loved. And evident of said love, grew within her womb. So no. His trip to see Eloise was one of anguish and torment. How did he walk away from someone who gave him cause to breathe in this life? What was even life, without her? As if he had not imagined how difficult it would be, it felt as an impossibility when he saw her. How beautiful she looked. Every part of her, inside and out, was breathtakingly beautiful. All he could do was stare at her, consumed with longing. Wanting to hold her, dare to kiss her. Yet instead, he remained frozen, hands clasped behind his back with illusionary shackles. This would indeed, break his heart.
"And I you," he confessed in a low voice. Hearing that she missed him made his heart swell with happiness . . . and pain. "I . . . come to you with news." He was a coward. How did he find voice in this? How did he inform her of something when his heart and soul despised it. "First, please, be seated," he said, motioning to the chair so that she would be comfortable. Though, was there any truly comfortable way to carry on this conversation? No. This was utter torment and Phillip would never recover from loving the woman in front of him. Despite the obligatory course of action he must take as dictated by . . . honor.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2022 19:24:24 GMT
eloise & phillip.
News? What could he possibly have to tell her? Eloise was curious, confused...and not yet all too panicked. She'd helped him through the loss of his brother, and it wasn't as if he could be telling her about another loss – his parents were gone, and he certainly wouldn't have called her to see him if it had anything to do with her family. Try as she might to wrack her brains, nothing seemed to make much sense. He wouldn't call a proposal that, would he? Might have said he had something to ask her, something he wanted to say...this felt different, more somber perhaps. None of it made any sense. He was always rather serious, but he seemed to relax around her...this, however, felt anything but relaxed.
Under most circumstances, she might have reached to take his hand (scandalous, perhaps, but they'd been courting for long enough – there was no doubt about her desire to marry him, and she was certain it had been reciprocated for long enough), but his hands were held so firmly behind his back, further indication that something was amiss. Had he already asked for her hand, and been told no? She could hardly envision Anthony refusing, the Bridgertons liked Phillip, and they certainly liked the fact that Eloise had actually agreed to the notion of settling down with someone. Why would any of her relatives oppose the union?
"Alright..." she began, slow and cautious, sitting down heavily in the nearest chair. It wasn't like Eloise to be at all cautious, but something seemed so amiss, she couldn't quite put her finger on it. He wasn't a soldier, he wouldn't be going off to war...he wouldn't simply leave her, and thus she couldn't quite get her head around this. "Phillip, if something is wrong, just come out with it. Why are you acting so strangely?" [attr="class","mizocredit"] [newclass=.mizocredit a]font:bold 6pt calibri;letter-spacing:1px;color:#b5d1f1;[/newclass]
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