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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2022 15:35:47 GMT
eloise & edmund.  "Papa?" Eloise hesitated in the doorway of the library for just a moment, checking he was quite alone before she made her way inside, closing the door beside her. It wasn't rare to spend time with him in there, so used to him offering her up books he thought she might like. As the fifth of eight, it would have been so easy for her to get lost somewhere in the mix of children, but both her parents made time for them all — Eloise, especially, found herself always bonding with her father. There'd been a moment, when she was seven, when the family thought they were going to lose him...when he'd made it through, she'd clung to him as often as she could for months. Their bond seemed to spring up from there.
There'd been so much going on with her recently, none of it particularly good, and she needed to speak to someone. Benedict was often the one she relied on, but from time to time, she needed some parental advice. This felt like one of those times. Whether or not he was disappointed in her after the 'political radical' claim was anybody's guess, but the matriarch of the family had insisted she'd only be disappointed if she stopped acting like herself, and she hoped her papa could claim the same. He'd never told her to change, after all.
"Might I speak with you for a moment?" Without waiting for a response, she moved to sit in a chair near him, hands fidgeting in her lap. "I can tell you anything, can't I?"[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 18:45:18 GMT
Things had been rather difficult since his daughters had been out in society. He'd seen them hurt more times than ever wanted for them. It broke his heart. However, this particular season had broken his heart more than he ever thought possible. He'd always admired his second eldest daughter for how headstrong and independent she was. It was something even he as a boy had not felt capable of doing, always knowing he'd one day have to fulfill his duty as viscount. His daughter, Eloise, did not have that burden. More incredibly, she didn't seem to care. She dreamed of a world better than he could ever have imagined. Sure, on some level he knew that it would make it difficult for his daughter to find love easily, but perhaps it was a good thing. Perhaps, all those years of sneaking her his favorite books had paid off. Some had notes written in the margins for her, some simply given with a loose note hidden between pages like a secret only the two could share. Either way, they were always given with the same amount of love. So, now as she stood before him with so many questions he could see racing through her mind, he met her eyes with a look of kindness and love. A soft smile even formed in the corners of his lips. "Of course, sweetheart. What is it?" he asked. Although he was certain he knew what this was about. That horrid gossip sheet. He'd never understood gossip before and he certainly didn't now. Sure, his daughter's views were unconventional, but to put them on such public blast. Who could do such a thing? TAGS: @eloisebridgerton
NOTES: quietly leaving the bee angst for later
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2022 19:24:03 GMT
eloise & edmund. There was so much she didn't want to tell a soul...but then, this wasn't just anybody. This was her papa, and she knew she could trust with absolutely anything. That said, she still wasn't going to tell him that Penelope was Lady Whistledown, that still didn't feel like her secret to tell, regardless of who was listening. If the truth were ever to come out, it certainly wasn't going to be because of her. It wasn't her place, and besides, the issue wasn't with her former friend being the writer — it was the lies, the betrayal. She'd been so hurt by it, especially by the exposé. Still, her father surely knew all that already. For the last few weeks, she'd been far more melancholy than usual, it must have been obvious to everyone within the house, try as she might to fake like she was her usual loud, rambunctious self. "I know there has been more than enough scandal attached to our family name recently, and I do not wish to make it any worse..." she trailed off, she was hardly making it sound good. She didn't want to give her father further reason to be at all disappointed in her, but she wanted to open up to someone...and who better than the man she looked up to? He had a way with the written word she could only hope to have. "It has been hard, papa. I thought I did not care what the ton thought of me — and I don't, not entirely. But I...know everyone is whispering about me. I've lost Penelope. And those so called 'political radicals' made me feel understood. I've lost that, too. There was a — boy. A friend. I feel as I have lost everyone who understood me. Is it really all that awful, wanting equality? Wanting — university education, something more than marriage? Are you disappointed in me? For wishing for something greater?" [attr="class","mizocredit"] [newclass=.mizocredit a]font:bold 6pt calibri;letter-spacing:1px;color:#b5d1f1;[/newclass] |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2022 1:20:18 GMT
There had been such a drastic switch in his daughter in the days that followed that latest sheet. How could there not? Whoever had written that had attacked her personally. He'd even gone about town, furiously trying to find out who had written it. He went to the boxing ring. He made deals at the races. He went to the bars. He spoke to heads of households, but he was sure the gossip about town and the very name in the sheet was right about one thing — it was a woman, and one who would likely not out herself to someone like him. Still, his baby girl was hurt and he was determined to find out who had done it. Violet even had to hold him back a few times as he argued with some, specifically with the Cowpers, and usually Violet holding him back was enough to stop him, but this was his daughter — his brilliant daughter. He sighed and messily put away a stack of papers he had his nose buried in. None of it was urgent and this was clearly so much more important. Unlike like his own father, he believed viscount duties could always be put on hold in favor of family matters, and this certainly did concern the whole family, so he gave Eloise his full attention and let her ramble away. It became a little bit harder as she mentioned a boy, desperately wanting to know his name and his intentions, but he knew better. Eloise was talking about losing everyone and it seemed as though that had included him. Oh.
Edmund's heart sank. His daughter had just had her heart broken for the first time and he hadn't even realized. No wonder she had been so different lately. And, sure, he knew this was about so much more, but pain was always far worse when one felt they didn't have anyone in their corner. He knew it wasn't the same, but he was determined to let her know that he was.
"I could never be disappointed in you, Eloise. You have one of the most brilliant minds I have ever encountered. How could I possibly think that?" His voice croaked a bit as he choked back the start of tears. "I know it does not make it easy for you and I fear some of this is my own doing, but you could never disappoint me, sweetheart." He smiled at her for a moment before he became quite serious, perhaps even a hint of anger in his eyes. "And, trust me. Whoever, she is I will find her and I will put a stop to this."
TAGS: @eloisebridgerton
NOTES: bye bye pen ig aklsjklajs
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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2022 17:43:31 GMT
eloise & edmund.
There were certain situations when Eloise knew she could trust nobody but her papa. Benedict was someone she turned to often, and Frannie could be relied on too (close in age as they were), but at her core, she was a daddy’s girl. Eloise didn’t know what she’d do without her father in her life, and she hoped she’d never have to find out. The older she got, the more she respected him. His views, the way he treated his children, his creativity…she wasn’t sure if she’d ever give in and get married, but with a papa like him, her standards would certainly be high. She wasn’t going to settle, not when she’d seen the love match between her parents, witnessed how in love two people could truly be. Marrying simply for the sake of a title hardly appealed, she wished for something like what they had.Perhaps it was why it had taken her so long to pull away from Theo. Penelope had warned her about men below her station, but she’d been drawn to him, been able to truly talk to him. He listened to her thoughts and shared his with her, and perhaps she could have been happy with him, despite their differing positions in society…her heart was broken now, though, in more ways than one. She’d lost the two people who mattered most to her outside of her family, but at least she knew she’d never lose him. No matter how much she feared disappointing him, it seemed he’d always have her back.
“None of this is your doing,” she promised, wondering how on Earth her father could think as such. Perhaps he blamed himself for allowing her such views, but both of her parents were far more open-minded than most among the ton. They’d always allowed their children to have more freedoms than most, at least as much freedom as a society like this could truly allow. The family actually spent time together, they actually wanted their children to have love matches…it was refreshing, and she was glad that she was a Bridgerton. She always had been proud. “What’s done is done,” she began carefully. How could she explain that she no longer needed to find Whistledown? If she simply acted like she was defeated, he’d probably keep looking on her behalf. “I do not need to find out her identity anymore, papa. Perhaps we should just leave it. I no longer care about that silly gossip sheet.” [attr="class","mizocredit"] [newclass=.mizocredit a]font:bold 6pt calibri;letter-spacing:1px;color:#b5d1f1;[/newclass] |
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