People Who Hate Happiness For Phillip

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Tagging : ~ Sir Phillip Crane ~ 

[Sir Phillip Crane]

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Note: So I totally based this off another AU I have with Kate!! Let me know if its ok
or if I need to edit anything!
Gotta love some angst!

i would merely

BE DOING MY DUTY

My muse finds out a loved one of your muse has died, and has to tell them.

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Phillip was uncertain as to how long he had been sitting there, absorbing the news. He had just been informed by the messenger and . . . he was processing. His mind of course, was on Eloise. How was he to tell her this? He knew the coward's way was to have the messenger tell her and . . . Phillip refused to be a coward. They stood so strong together in the years of their marriage. He had to be the one to tell her. But how he went about this, he did not know. Eventually, he seemed to snap out of it and cleared his throat, trying to straighten himself up. He needed to be strong for her, and imagining how she would react . . . already broke his heart.

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Making his way to the drawing room where she was casually sitting there with the children, Phillip entered. The sight before him so beautiful; everyone smiling, enjoying an afternoon together. "Children, to your rooms," he told him. He could not prolong it any further. He had to tell her immediately. The children looked at him curiously, one already parting their lips to protest, but Phillip could not waste the strength he needed to argue it. "Now." His voice was not raised, but it was firm. A tone that he did not use as often as he used to, but one that showed his seriousness, and left little to no room to argue.

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The children immediately abided, making their way out as Phillip closed the door behind them. He then looked at the floor in front of him, avoiding eye contacting for a few moments to gather himself. She was sitting down. Good. Phillip slowly made his way over to her, sitting on the sofa next to her, though his body turned to face her. "A messenger came from London with news." His throat felt dry, having to practically force the words out. Swallowing, he cleared his throat in attempt to get the words out properly.

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He reached out his hand, placing it over Eloise's in a manner meant to comfort. "The Viscount was in a shipwreck. He is . . . " Phillip paused, clearing his throat again and knowing he needed to say the one dreaded word. "Dead." Trying to keep his words strong, though knew there was emotion in it. He knew the loss of a brother all too well and it was a pain he wished he could spare Eloise of. The loss of a brother, son, husband, and father.

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    It had been as any other day was. They rose together, husband and wife. They had breakfast with their children and then they had split briefly for their individual tasks for the day. The twins had their lessons and then she played with them before taking a break to do some reading and letter writing to various people. To Pen, to her brother’s and sisters, to her mother, whoever she could think of to pass the hours before she picked up her writing her novel, taking a moment to reread the work, watching the twins play before her, writing away finally. In a blissful way, Eloise already had the rest of the day planned out in her head- dinner, maybe an evening walk as reading a story to the twins. Everything was planned, everything was calm, everything was happy.

    Then Phillip walks into the room and asks the children to leave.

    Eloise has always prided herself in being a keen mind, knowing and perceiving a lot about quite a bit of people, more than they let on and further, more than that, above others, she knew her husband. Asking the children to leave implies there was something serious he needed to discuss with her, and the look on his face, the hold on her hand… needless to say that everything about this was slightly unnerving, Eloise quickly moved to hold his hand and squeeze it, tilting her head.

    The mention of news from London could have meant many things, but given… this, Eloise chose to consider it bad. Her very last thought, though, was the reality that her husband had said. Her mind went to the royal family, To… well, anything except for the sudden chilling words that her husband said. Unsure of how to react, her shoulders tensed up as her eyes locked to the ground, eyes scanning it as though she was looking for some sort of answers or, at the very least, something, anything to say. All she could come up with was silence, thinking, swallowing harshly as something tickled her eyes.

     In truth, it almost felt like some joke but her husband was never one to joke on matters such as these. They had both had their fair share of loss, but this simply did not even seem to be possible. Sniffing once, attempting to swallow her pain and the urge to cry with it. She looked up ever so slightly, though she did not look Phillip in the eyes, just beyond him. “ How? ” Her voice was soft, far softer than it normally was, almost trying to hold back. “ Do they know what happened? ” And how did they know? Ships sank but in stories, the heroes on them managed to find shelter. Life wasn't like any poetry or novel, though. This moment was making that more than perfectly clear. " ... Perhaps we should set off for London? " To be there for Kate, and mother.... Oh. Their poor mother...


Tag ~ Sir Phillip Crane ~ 
Note : I am absoultly heartbroken thank you. But this as Perfect and I am already emotional.