People Who Hate Happiness for Benedict

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Tag ~Benedict Bridgerton~ 

[Benedict Bridgerton]

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13. My muse by your muse’s deathbed. The world was truly a cruel place. He and Sophie had only been married a few months time and after all they had been through to be together . . . fate gave them this. Benedict however refused to give up. He did not care what the doctor told him was a certainty: that she would not live. That the illness was too advanced and could not be treated. That they now only prepare, make her comfortable and . . . make arrangements. Arrangements. Benedict would not even hear of such things. His mind unable to even consider a world without the love of his life in it. His wife. His heart. And how did one continue to live without it? It was simply answered. They did not. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ He sat by their bed where she was laying down, resting, his sleeves rolled up as he dipped a cloth in the bowl of water. Folding the fabric, he gently dabbed her cheeks before placing it on her forehead in attempt to control the fever. Everyone else had left the room, and he currently preferred it that way. He would not give up. She was strong. So incredibly strong and he had to believe that she would beat this affliction. Seeing her stir, slowly waking up from her rest, Benedict softly smiled at her. A smile though sincere, also lacked the usual joviality, but wished to greet with her with the expression. There had to be hope . . . he had to have hope. "Good morning," he said with soft teasing, not even certain of the time. He had lost track of all else in this world, for his entire focus was on her. And the desperate hope that she would recover. She had to. Surely . . . the world was not that cruel.  Tag ali Note: omgg this one is gonna hurt!!!!

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    It was almost ironic in truth, at least to her. What truly brought the pair of them together again after years of being apart was now what was taking them away from each other. Everything inside of her wanted to be angry, she was, but most of her was just sade and worried- for Benedict’s sake. It was not fair for him, not when they had spent more time searching for each other than they had being husband and wife. It was not fair. No, nothing about it was fair at all, and as much as she tried to be the wishful thinker, she was not so much on this. On her husband finding love again? Yes. On him becoming the most successful and esteemed artist in all of England? Without doubt. Her survival, though? That… was much more complicated and that, while she would never show it to her husband, she was losing faith in.

    The days seemed to blur just a bit, never quite being able to tell the difference between the day and the night, constantly going in and out of slumber, waking at random points through the day. She was fighting sleep the best she could, but there was only so much that she could do. She could just be there why she could, fight while she had the will and energy to do so. Try, but also wait and see. ...Sophie liked to believe that she was and could be patient, but this was testing her. This uncertainty... the silent fear and continent mixing in her as well as the sheer regret of a life she was just starting to live. ...She would be thankful for what she had though. She had to be, and as she woke now, eyes just barely opening enough to look at him.

    As much as she longed to reply back verbally, it took her a moment, instead trying to ground herself in his smile. For a long while she only blinked, eyes adjusting to the light that leaked into the room but as he became clearer, her dry lips turned upwards into the smallest of smiles in return. Another moment and a harsh swallow of nothing and Sophie could finally speak- though her words were not what they once were, instead quiet and strained. “Ben-edict.” Her smile grew a bit as the words left her mouth at last staring at him for a moment more before trying to move if only to find out what time of day it was, a free hand slipping from the covers to hold his hand. Her mind cried for her to say something more, but she found herself uncertain on what to say, settling for the first thought that came to mind, despite her head moving to the window. "What... time-?" It was better than the questions that came to her mind first- What did the doctors say? How are you? Those could wait for a moment longer. For now she wanted to keep the smile on his face there for as long as possible.


Tag : ~Benedict Bridgerton~ 
Note : I am both still in shock that this was the very first meme for them AND am having all the FEELS tonight thank you

[Benedict Bridgerton]

I'm not bound by                                  

Hearing her speak with so much strain caused his heart to ache; a pain that only seemed to grow with each passing second, until he was certain that it would break. No. So long as Sophie breathed it would surely beat. But after that . . . well, Benedict did not even dare imagine. He could not picture a world without Sophie when she herself had become his entire world. When she took his hand, he immediately returned the gesture, bringing her hand to his lips where he kissed the back of it. He didn't know what time it was, but nor did he want to deprive her of any answer to a question she may seek. And this, seemed like a fairly easy question to answer indeed. With his free hand not holding hers, he reached into pocket, glancing at the time his pocket watch said, quickly closing it and returning his focus solely on his wife. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ "It is 9 in the morning," he told her. He had truly lost track of all time and found himself uncaring as to what the hour was. Not else seemed to matter this past little while. Not while Sophie was suffering so. Was she, suffering? Benedict didn't even know. The physician had said that they had given her something to help ease the pain but . . . was it working? How bad was it? Benedict could not guard his expression, could not hide how he felt in this moments. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ "Are you . . . " He paused for a moment, trying to gather his voice. Trying to gather any semblance of strength to speak when he felt utterly weak. And he shouldn't. He was not the one lying on the bed. But then, she had always been stronger than him. "Are you in pain, my love?" He had to know. What she hurting? Was there anything he could do? Send for more medicine? Scold the doctor for his inadequate treatment? He would do anything, and everything for her. And yet, felt completely useless. Tag ali

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