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Second Son
Free Spirit
"Should I not have a friend?
I'm not bound by
the rules of society.
Please do not tell mother."
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Nobleman
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Aspiring Artist
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euphoria
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Nov 4, 2022 18:58:35 GMT
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Post by Sebastian Somerset III on Nov 5, 2022 18:34:57 GMT
#43: Our muses at a mutual loved one’s funeral."He was a good man," a deep voice exclaims behind the young Bridgerton boy. Sebastian can tell it is not the oldest; he knew Edmund well enough and had been introduced to his clan a few times in the past. If his memory serves him well, this one is Benedict. Gwen is with the other women at the funeral surrounding Violet, trying to give her any kind of comfort. The duke stands a bit stone-faced for a moment before relaxing, exhaling a deep breath. "But of course, you knew that. He was your father."
He offers a weak smile, turning his head to the boy. How young he is to lose his father. Sebastian had only lost his own a year prior, so he knows the loss -- but he does not imagine he loved his father as much as Edmund Bridgerton was loved. "He was... wicked brilliant. This loss..." He stumbles over his words. Funny for a politician, he thinks. Quietly, Sebastian moves to place a hand on Benedict's shoulder, giving it a squeeze.
"Do not hold in your grief," He offers instead. "This is a tragedy... a great surprise to all, especially you, young Benedict. Let yourself feel everything you are feeling now... for if you lock it away, it may change you forever."
(Funny that this is the advice he gives now, when he is happy. . . for this very advice to bite him in the arse in a few years time.)
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