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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2022 19:49:28 GMT
The woods. The fresh crisp air. The lush greens from the ancient trees around them seemingly holding up the sky from where they stood so low on the ground and barely within reach of Aubrey Hall. Such beauty that could only make him think of the one brought color into his life — Violet. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes as they stopped for a brief moment in the middle of the woods. He loved it here. He loved the quiet that was only interrupted by soft song birds and the occasionally other animal. It was peaceful and perfect — even more so with his eldest son in tow. When he opened his eyes again, he offered his son a soft smile and a pat on the back as if to say, 'Let's keep going'. He held his musket firmly in his right hand as he began to scan the forest. He wasn't sure he wanted to disturb the stillness, but he was prepared to, and more than that, he knew how important this was to Anthony. "Today is going to be a good day, son. I can feel it." He looked back at his son with an ever growing smile
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Post by Anthony Bridgerton on Nov 1, 2022 23:35:41 GMT
Tag: @edmundbridgerton i am a viscount IT IS MY RESPONSIBILITY Anthony was beyond excited! He truly loved days like this when his father would take him for a hike. Or spending any one on one time with Edmund, really. Anthony had been the only child for two years and little did he know that there would be six -- soon to be seven -- to follow. He had learned that he needed to share his father and yet, he always managed to somehow make time to spend only with Anthony. Edmund truly was his hero. Today, they were going to go hunting which, was not Anthony's strong suit. His father was such an excellent shot and he longed to make him proud!
❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ Trudging along the wooded area, musket in hand, Anthony smiled at his father as he remarked on the day. "Indeed!" He agreed, for he seldom disagreed with his father. "And who knows. Maybe the day will be kind enough for me to make my first kill." To shoot and actually hit his target. It was not easy and yet, his father was ever so patient with him. Anthony could truly not love his father any more than he already did. "How old were you when you landed your first kill?" Anthony inquired, wanting to be just like Edmund.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2022 21:32:18 GMT
Edmund loved moments like this. It reminded him of the joy and pride he felt the very second Anthony was born. The biggest of grins on his face. The ever-growing fullness in his heart. While he had not always been keen on the idea of children, he couldn't imagine life without them now. Every last one of them was so unique and full of personality. Sure he could see the best of Violet in them and what he perceived to be the worst of him, but he loved them all the same. He was determined to spend moments with them one on one to ensure that they knew that. Now, out in the forest with Anthony, Edmund strolled through the forest light on his feet, doing everything he could not to disturb the balance of nature's silence just yet. He took note of every broken branch under his feet, every crisp leaf and dewy piece of grass. Still, his gaze was focused, serious, scanning the forest and determined to make sure Anthony got his first shot. He knew how frustrating it was for him that he hadn't yet, and it broke Edmund's heart to see how hard Anthony was on himself. It was the same sort of standard he held himself to. When Anthony asked how old he had been when he made his first kill, Edmund paused. While he had been older than he'd personally cared to have been, he had been a bit younger than Anthony was now. Although to be fair, his father did not have the same patience he had with his own kids. Every little disappointment meant his father could not look at him, could not look at the future heir to the viscount title. Edmund was determined not to make his children feel that way. "I was around your age, I believe," he offered. It wasn't a lie. He was likely only a year or two younger, but Anthony needn't know that. "You just have to be confident, my son. You have everything you need right here."
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