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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Aspiring Artist
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Nov 4, 2022 18:59:09 GMT
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Post by Sebastian Somerset III on Nov 5, 2022 18:44:20 GMT
2. My muse is emotionally compromised and breaking down.It is too much. The balls are beautiful and much bigger than Sebastian remembers, but he finds the mothers parading their young daughters to him revolting. How could any of them compare to Gwen, when she was the very sun in the sky? How could any of these young women even look upon him and find him attractive, when he is old and brooding. It is too much to handle. It is beyond what he has prepared himself for. . .
He excuses himself from Portia Featherington, giving a nod to her daughters, before he quickly finds himself leaving the venue altogether. Immediately upon getting to the fresh air of the gardens, he hyperventilates. This is too much for him -- but perhaps not too soon, because Gwen has been dead for years already. How can he live when the other half of him is gone? How could his mother demand an heir to the family?
It feels childish when the tears start trickling down his cheeks. Sebastian grips at a marble railing with his hand, holding a handkerchief to his face as the sobs consume him. He does not wish to do this. He cannot fathom marrying someone else, let alone someone fifteen years his junior. He cries helplessly there, allowing himself this moment; he intends to pull himself together quickly, but for now... he needs the time alone.
Tag: Benedict Bridgerton
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