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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2022 17:05:58 GMT
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 "I think I'm in love!" Thank goodness Rose was quite alone, or that could have been an embarrassing declaration to make, as she headed into her home. It was embarrassing enough, come to think of it, but at least she was only declaring such a statement to her friend, to someone she practically considered family. Perhaps Rose wouldn't quite understand why she was attracted to Beaumont, but that hardly mattered – she hardly wished for her friend to feel the same way about the man, that would only make things more awkward. It was a rare day off from her work in the Bridgerton household, the family were all out, all busy, and there was little that needed to be done. While many families of the ton would likely find things they could demand of their help, the Bridgertons were far kinder than most of the upper class families. It gave her the perfect opportunity to gush to her friend. "You know Beau, I believe?" As they often did in his presence, her cheeks had turned the faintest shade of pink. Somehow, it felt embarrassing, admitting to such a thing. "He is quite incredible, Rose. Don't you think so?"[attr="class","mizocredit"] [newclass=.mizocredit a]font:bold 6pt calibri;letter-spacing:1px;color:#b5d1f1;[/newclass] |
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Post by Rose Fletcher on Nov 5, 2022 20:46:11 GMT
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ew love | It was marvellous to have a day's relief from seeing to the needs of the Talbot girls. The forced smiles and meek demeanour that she had to adopt whenever in their presence was enough to make her toes curl. If it wasn't for the fact that she needed the work, then Rose was not certain that she would continue to put herself through the torment day after day.
She was not expecting company, nor did she intend to leave the house unless a matter of importance arose. Sitting in her room, she instead focused on mending one of her own dresses which had seen better days. Focusing on the movements of the needle, she hissed when the door flew open, causing her to prick her finger.
The first words from Edith's mouth gave her pause, unsure of how to proceed. The woman seemed quite enthusiastic about such an announcement and Rose could hardly understand why.
"My condolences" she could not help herself, she never wanted Edith to experience the suffering that came with being in love. Her friend was such a bright light in her life and had made her time in London so much more bearable.
But to be in love? There was no crueller fate.
To make matters worse, the object of Edith's affections was the mysterious visitor in the kitchen. The man she'd had tea with. She supposed there were worse men with whom to fall in love with, he was perfectly... Appropriate.
"Edith, I hardly know the man!" was she asking her opinion? It certainly felt like it, but how was she supposed to give her opinion on a man she'd only met once? "He seemed nice, friendly enough, but does my opinion really matter?" she had obviously made up her mind about how incredible Beau was, after all. |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2022 21:07:15 GMT
edith & rose.
Despite the fact Edith was something of a hopeless romantic, she'd never actually been in love before. She loved the idea of it, but nobody had ever appealed to her in such a way...not until now, anyway. Beau was different, he'd startled her the moment they'd truly stopped and looked at each other. She was intrigued by him, so grateful he'd stopped to help her after she'd made an absolute mess that could have gotten her in a lot of trouble at work, and she simply could not wait to learn more about him, embarrassing as that may have been.Rose's words did not dissuade her, though they did cause her to roll her eyes fondly. Different people felt differently about love, especially given the world they lived in. Few people in their position in society could live happily with the person they wanted to be with, but at least she and Beau were both working in the same household. They'd have more chance to be together, and hopefully the Bridgertons were nice enough not to separate them."I suppose not, but I needed to share with someone, and I didn't wish for it to be him!" Edith admitted. Perhaps one day she'd reach a point of being open with him, but the sheer notion sounded terrifying. "Surely you can't be that against anyone ever being in love, Rose? What can possibly be so wrong with it, so long as two people make each other happy?" [attr="class","mizocredit"] [newclass=.mizocredit a]font:bold 6pt calibri;letter-spacing:1px;color:#b5d1f1;[/newclass] |
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Post by Rose Fletcher on Nov 6, 2022 1:32:35 GMT
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| It was not that Rose was against love as a concept. It was pleasant to think about, but life rarely allowed people like them to be happy for long before something destroyed it.
The last thing that she wanted was for Edith to dive headfirst into whatever was going on between her and Beau, only to wind up with her heart broken down the line. She had experienced the heartbreak of lost love once before and it was not a feeling that she wished upon her friend.
It was not her place to talk her friend out of pursuing a relationship, and she did not want to hinder her in such a way. But she wished for her to use caution instead of rushing in.
"If you are happy, then I'm happy for you" she said at last, forcing a smile which she hoped looked genuine enough to fool Edith. "I just want you to be careful, I don't want you getting hurt" Beau would be a fool if he ever managed to break her heart, though if he did then he was not worthy of having it in the first place.
"There is nothing wrong with it. I just know how these things usually turn out" but maybe it would be different for Beau and Edith. They were both good, honest people and had the good fortune of working for the same family. If it was going to work out for anybody, then it would be them. |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2022 11:14:19 GMT
edith & rose.
While she'd never suffered heartbreak herself, never getting close enough to anyone romantically for that, she knew what Rose was getting at. Plenty of people got hurt in such situations, especially in their position in society. She was simply glad that he was of the same ilk, and not higher class. She certainly would get hurt, if she'd been foolish enough to fall for someone above her station. Those men would never view her as anything more than someone to fall into bed with. Beau, she hoped, was different. No matter what happened from there, she was simply happy to be able to work with him, to get to see him each day, make heart eyes at him across the room as they fussed around the Bridgerton siblings. Dinner times were especially exciting, getting to see him in such close proximity, even if they hardly got much chance to talk. It was worth it, just to see him. "I promise you, I'll be careful. I have not even told him yet how I feel. I'm...not exactly sure how he'll react," she admitted. They seemed to be growing close, but who knew if that meant anything? They were friends, maybe he already had someone who'd captured his affections. She could only hope not. "Might I inquire, Rose – have you ever been in love?" [attr="class","mizocredit"] [newclass=.mizocredit a]font:bold 6pt calibri;letter-spacing:1px;color:#b5d1f1;[/newclass] |
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Post by Rose Fletcher on Nov 6, 2022 18:28:48 GMT
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| She wanted to be happy for Edith, seeing how happy her friend seemed to be. It was nice, to hear her talk so lightly, to have someone whom she looked forward to seeing every day. But the thought of her opening up to someone, only to be hurt made it difficult.
Just because she had been hurt once did not mean the same would happen to Edith. But the possibility that it could happen, was enough for Rose to caution her.
"It's not you I don't trust, Edith" it was Edith who was most likely to come off worse if whatever this was didn't work out. Though she felt slightly more at ease when it was revealed that Edith had not yet started anything with that man. It did not eliminate the risk for heartbreak, but it did eliminate the risk of rejection.
Standing, she reached to take Edith's hands, offering a smile which she hoped looked sincere. "You know I only worry for you, right? But if he doesn't see you for the amazing girl, you are then he doesn't deserve you" anyone would be lucky to have someone like Edith in their lives.
She pulled away at Edith's question, the smile falling from her face. "Once, but I never told him how I felt and now it's too late" the days had been simpler when they were young, when their days were filled with laughter and boat rides, of watching the sunset and complaining about nagging mothers and their chores.
Now she watched him from afar, permitted to exist in the same space together, but never anything more.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2022 19:07:53 GMT
edith & rose.
Too late. What did that mean? Edith wasn't one to pry, she didn't want to pry...but she didn't just want to leave it there, she couldn't simply let Rose leave that there. If Rose didn't wish to speak on it, then Edith wouldn't force her to do so, but she couldn't simply let it slide now. What kind of friend would she be, if she simply let that lie, not checking in on her? Had she had her heartbroken? Had she fallen in love and lost him? Which was worse? "What happened?" The question hung in the air for a moment, her eyes on Rose. Perhaps it did seem like she was prying, but she wasn't aiming for that, simply not wanting to seem like a bad friend. Which was worse – not asking, or asking if it made her uncomfortable?For a moment, she simply studied her friend, and then shook her head. "You don't have to tell me," she added, almost as an afterthought. Her cheeks had once again turned slightly pink, embarrassment trickling in. Should she be prying? Should she be asking, when this was supposed to be about herself and Beau? That had felt like a safe topic, though it seemed Rose was more skeptical about love than she might have expected. "But if it's something you want to talk about...you know I'm always here to listen, don't you? You are my friend, Rose. I do not want you to suffer in silence." [attr="class","mizocredit"] [newclass=.mizocredit a]font:bold 6pt calibri;letter-spacing:1px;color:#b5d1f1;[/newclass] |
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