Post by Sir Phillip Crane on Apr 4, 2023 1:16:10 GMT
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[attr="class","target"] | [attr="class","targettext"]It was not often that Phillip found himself in Mayfair -- especially during this season. One filled with countless events from balls in the evening to afternoon luncheons and even brunches on some occasion. But when George encouraged him to go, well, there was little that Phillip would say no to when it came to his brother's wishes. He knew why George desired for such a thing too; it was suggested in the hopes that Phillip would find a wife, and thus, not be alone any longer. If Phillip was being completely honest, Romney Hall had indeed felt lonely since his brother's departure and his father's death. But he found himself occupied with his studies and time spent in his Greenhouse. A place that he was so desperately missing right now as he stood among a large crowd, clutching an untouched drink of lemonade his gloved hand. He was the second son, so his lack of inheritance when it came to title kept too many mothers and debutantes from approaching him. But alas, there were indeed some. Phillip found conversation difficult to maintain, perhaps time spent away the cause or genuine disinterest in such pleasantries and trivial exchange of words. Redundant they were. And, it was getting to be quite overwhelming for him. Casually placing his drink down on a table by the door, he made his way towards the terrace, grateful for the fresh air that touched his features the moment he stepped outside. The change of scenery was much needed, and before he could stop himself, he descended the stairs and moved towards the garden. Being around plants gave him a calm, sense of peace and serenity. Gravitating towards these environments, not even conscious of it until he was standing at the edge, just admiring the well maintained flowers. He removed one glove and reached out, gently touching one of the leaves. Rubbing it between his index finger and thumb, a slight smile formed on his lips. Finally, he could breathe. {hover over the image to see tags and notes} |
i would merely be doing my duty
allow me to realize my late brother's wishes