Post by bunny on Nov 1, 2022 20:49:57 GMT
Oh no.
Oh no.
Henry doesn't realize it right away, but he's sitting on the sette in the hallway, drunk off wine and who knows what else, when he notices Benedict stumbling down the stairs. The knowing smile forms on Henry's face, and he giggles -- amused by the Bridgerton's current state. He can feel that warm feeling bubbling in his chest, and oh -- isn't he a school boy again! It has been some time since he and Wetherby officially separated, and while that had been a headache-and-a-half, Henry tried to keep his spirits up. Perhaps he had already found his heart is somewhere else. . . lost in those familiar blue eyes, in charcoal stained hands. Benedict joins him on the sette, and they talk for hours as they usually do. Henry is smiling widely the whole time.
Oh no.
It is late, much late, probably close to dawn now, when the party finally ends. Henry stands in just his silk kimono robe loosely tied around his waste, a final glass of wine in his hand. He observes the mess left behind like Bacchus, the God of Debauchery himself. A thought plagues him, because he's beginning to realize something that could be very dangerous. He begins to weave through the different rooms, looking for his wife.
"I have terrible news," he announces upon finding her. "I believe I'm in love."
tag: @lucy
Oh no.
Henry doesn't realize it right away, but he's sitting on the sette in the hallway, drunk off wine and who knows what else, when he notices Benedict stumbling down the stairs. The knowing smile forms on Henry's face, and he giggles -- amused by the Bridgerton's current state. He can feel that warm feeling bubbling in his chest, and oh -- isn't he a school boy again! It has been some time since he and Wetherby officially separated, and while that had been a headache-and-a-half, Henry tried to keep his spirits up. Perhaps he had already found his heart is somewhere else. . . lost in those familiar blue eyes, in charcoal stained hands. Benedict joins him on the sette, and they talk for hours as they usually do. Henry is smiling widely the whole time.
Oh no.
It is late, much late, probably close to dawn now, when the party finally ends. Henry stands in just his silk kimono robe loosely tied around his waste, a final glass of wine in his hand. He observes the mess left behind like Bacchus, the God of Debauchery himself. A thought plagues him, because he's beginning to realize something that could be very dangerous. He begins to weave through the different rooms, looking for his wife.
"I have terrible news," he announces upon finding her. "I believe I'm in love."
tag: @lucy
