The Crane Family Versus The Ton

[authorflies]

    It was a strange thing, finding home for the first time not in a place but in a person, or persons. Writing had been her home. Words in books that she read by the moonlight in her childhood room before she was allowed a lit candle in her room, then words in her own journal, waking up with ink on her fingers and staining her cheeks. It was something that she was certain that she would only ever locate within her own home but oh how wrong she had been. It was not an immediate feeling but now that it was here it was something that was unshakeable about it. Her home was in Phillip Crane’s eyes, in his lovely smile, in the laughter of his children. She wanted to share her former home with her new one, and she knew she would have to, but she had not expected the summons from the Viscount for the entirety of the Bridgerton family to gather in celebration of their mother's birthday and... well... that was not an invitation that she was going to turn down and so, for the first time since taking the last name Crane, they were on their way. 

    In truth, Eloise was unsure if he had been to London, or if his children had. They would one day she was sure, for Amanda and Oliver's entrance into their society, attempting to find a spouse but that, thankfully was not for awhile. This would be a trip of relaxation, a ball or two, perhaps, but nothing more. Or, at least, that was what she hoped. 

    Regardless, a walk in the garden, or a rather a run for the children, them engaging in a game of tag before her eyes as she walked with her husband arm in arm at a much slower pace. Tonight was one of the balls that she had requested they attend, Eloise not entirely sure what to expect as not only would it be their first time out in society as a married couple, which was something Eloise cared little about though her sisters were extremely overjoyed and enthused about. What Eloise was thinking about, though was the fact that this was the first time she would spend at a ball with him and well... she did not have the best track record at these events before hand. She was not so certain what to expect... 

    Looking for somewhere to turn, her eyes fell upon Phillip's, home, and her shoulders relaxed slightly, hand resting over his and squeezing slightly, smiling, hoping he'd look to her and find comfort in her grin. "What is on your mind?" Her head tilted, though the smile did not falter from her lips, shoulders not tensing at all. "It is only us walking now. You can be fully honest in any discomfort or negative emotions." A silent plea hidden in those words- Trust in me. I'll listen. I'll help. In any and everyway I can.


Tagging ~ Sir Phillip Crane ~ 
Note : Time for Chaos. also! hopefully this is alright!! let me know if you want me to change anything! 

[Sir Phillip Crane]

Tag: authorflies
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i would merely

BE DOING MY DUTY

It was rather incredible . . . how one person could so drastically change one's life. He had known it with Marina, how different his life had been. But in this case, in the case of Eloise Bridgerton . . . she was like the air he needed to breathe, not even having realized he had been suffocating. Everything had changed for the Crane family, and his children . . . they were so happy. He was so happy. And all of it was thanks to the woman who walked alongside him right now, arm in arm.

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Which was why when she asked him what was on his mind, offering her support and encouragement for him to fully honest . . . he knew he had no right to complain. Really, there was no problem he supposed. How could he ever find fault in such a perfect life that they created together. And yet, he would not lie to her either. He looked at her, giving a small smile -- an expression that came with more and more ease and frequency since the days of their marriage. Since the days they had declared their love for one another. "Only that it has been some time since I have attended such a grand affair," he told her truthfully. Marriage to Marina had kept him mostly at Romney Hall. He had a wife, children, there had been no reason to frequent the town of London or spend the season here.

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He supposed he would have had to if he'd not proposed to Eloise but as everything had worked out in such a way to keep him from Mayfair, there had been little reason to be here. And now, he was. Married to a rather large and well known family. Fading into the background would not be a simple task. "What thoughts do you hold?" He asked, wanting to offer the same support. Wanting to know how she was feeling about all this. Was she excited? Nervous? He wanted to help her through this as well, though even he had to admit that she certainly had more experience in this area of London and balls than he did.