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Post by authorflies on Dec 1, 2021 5:27:24 GMT
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Post by authorflies on Dec 1, 2021 5:20:07 GMT
( bathe ) : one muse helps the other into a bath after a traumatic event or they bathe together. Tag ~ Sir Phillip Crane ~ |
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Post by authorflies on Dec 1, 2021 5:18:22 GMT
[ TOUCH ] : our muses touching one another discreetly but intimately in a public setting. Tag ~ Sir Phillip Crane ~ |
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Post by authorflies on Dec 1, 2021 3:39:19 GMT
Did you enjoy Francesca’s burp to scare off a suitor of yours?
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Post by authorflies on Dec 1, 2021 3:32:42 GMT
If being a female is not a restriction, where would you travel to and why? authorflies |
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Post by authorflies on Dec 1, 2021 2:53:08 GMT
It was hard to tell how much time passed in her room as she was so zoned in, hunched over her desk as she scribbled in her journal. Her head was not in their household but instead far away in some estate on a thundering night, lost among people who were not his family but instead locked inside, facing horrors both in the people around them in forms of what was behind the walls and what was around them. She would say... something lighter if pushed on it, or questioned about the ink on her hands, though she was hoping it would not be questioned as she walked into the room, smile small on her face. "Is it not early?" All the same, she did not speak or question further, taking her seat again before she spoke. "What have I missed? Hopefully nothing too dramatic or important?" Tag @ladyvbridgerton ; Anthony Bridgerton ; @francescab ; @greggyb ; @hyacinthb ; Benedict Bridgerton |
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Post by authorflies on Nov 29, 2021 4:49:02 GMT
Despite her discomfort in the scene around them, the compliment brings the smallest of smiles spreading upon her lips, eyes falling down as she shook her head a bit. "Penelope is too kind. Though my wit is something that I pride myself in." She would not ramble on and on about her writing as she did with Penelope, though if it came up she would certainly bring it up. She only knew what her dear friend had said and well... she didn't know if it was a subject that would interest her, but she was certain her mother would not like her to ramble on it so for now, she swallowed it down, instead focusing on the statement and on the thought of someone being so infatuated with Colin.
Not that she didn't think that it would happen. But it was still bizarre to her, and not something she particularly liked, if only for the fact that she was not certain that she wanted their family to change just yet.
All the same, the middle Bridgerton put a smile on her face. "Well there is certainly talk on him, on all of us in the papers. How did you meet my brother? And I do hope that it is good things that you have heard?"
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Post by authorflies on Nov 29, 2021 3:27:06 GMT
Do you want to sneak into Anthony’s office and steal some brandy? authorflies |
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Post by authorflies on Nov 29, 2021 3:20:03 GMT
Now this is not a question on my book, though it is one that I will gladly answer. It is something I feel that is not discussed often enough, after all.
At this point in time, I have no specific who's or perhaps no specific who's that I am willing to talk about until I have further evidence, however I do have some things that I would like to point out for your consideration. Though I do believe that I have pieced it together
For one, you have to keep in mind that Lady Whistledown has to be someone who is able to attend every single social event, or at the very least, able to hear about what transpired at these events. Sot that leaves several sets of people, workers of some sort, ladies maids in particular, OR perhaps a Lady ( or a Lord. I have not ruled that out just yet ) who does not fear what society might say in response to them publishing the gossip about the Ton.
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Post by authorflies on Aug 30, 2021 7:54:32 GMT
" I don't find it to be cruel. Only brutally honest. " Words said with a slight smirk, biscuit set down in favor of taking a sip of her tea, the softest of chuckle leaving her mouth once the liquid was swallowed down her throat. " You are correct though sister. I do not think it would be a mother all due to time. Perhaps... do you suppose that perhaps it might be one of the debutant themselves? But why then would she elevated Daff instead of herself? "
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Post by authorflies on Aug 30, 2021 7:48:21 GMT
For you? Oh thank heavens - Eloise wanted to proclaim, though realizing that thus might not be the kindest thing to say and though she would frame it as a joke, that might not exactly be how she could best help her sister. Especially seeing how worried Francesca was... Eloise quickly swallowed the comment down in favor of locking the door that her sister had shut, waking up ever so slightly as she scanned her sister's face.
" ... Are you not excited, sister? It is a good thing, isn't it?" It wasn't. Not really. Not at all. At least it wasn't to her, but Francesca should have been excited at this. She thought she should have been. " Just breathe sister. Talk me through it all. Let me try to help. "
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Post by authorflies on Aug 30, 2021 7:42:16 GMT
Being a mother had never been something that she had intended to do, not until she had met Oliver and Amanda, that is. It had been an instinct that had came surprisingly natural to her, the desire and thought on how to care and treat these children. It was not to say that it did not come without difficulty, of course, but it was something she both wanted to push through and had confidence she could. It was not until they had called her mother that the feeling had settled inside of their chest- that's what she was and it was what she wanted to be. It was the highest honor that she could have ever been awarded and the only title that she had been granted that she enjoyed being called. That being said, until she had found out that she was pregnant, she would have never imagined herself giving birth to a child. It wasn't something that she did not want to do, certainly she had found herself terrified, but there was a strange confidence that also fluttered inside of her chest. She would be okay, she knew how to do this. And she was, and so came into the world Penelope Crane, and once again as it had for the twin, something clicked inside Eloise, like the world became a little brighter and things, and her being a mother slowly came into focus and sense once again. Her husband coming into the room and his words cause the smile on her face to grow ever so slightly. When she spoke, her voice was hushed, not wanting to startle Penelope who was just waking up from a nap. " I am fine. " Words that were not a direct answer to his question, but were certainly the truth. She did not linger on it, looking from him at the baby in her arms, as she rocked back and forth. She was no stranger to babies, having seen many of her siblings and in-laws have children of their own, but it was different with Pen. She could see so much of her and Phillip in their daughter already, at least in terms of physical traits and where with her nieces and nephews she feared dropping them, she was fairly sure she didn't want to put their baby down. " You, on the other hand look like you might need a moment to rest, or at the very least sit. " Eyes looked from her husband to the chair in the corner, rocking the baby in her arms a little as she beamed up at him. " She just woke up from her morning nap. I didn't want her to get upset so I thought I would pick her up before she started fussing. Read a story or two. But now that your here..." Her eyes glistened as she moved a little bit closer to him, grin still not falling from her lips. " I can read a little more easier, if you would like to hold her, that is? Or perhaps we could take her on a walk? "Tag ~ Sir Phillip Crane ~ |
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Post by authorflies on Aug 30, 2021 6:32:23 GMT
Though it was very clear to her that he was joking, no laughter left her mouth as she instead further examined him, looking at his injuries, for something, anything to do, her mind almost instantly thinking of the worst possibilities ( after seeing their father before he… it was something she often could not stop herself rom doing in moments of worry ). She was glad that she was awake, able to monitor him and able to run inside should anything happen and he needed medical assistance that she was not capable of providing. “A mugging? Benedict… Did they take anything? ” Dark eyes widened in further concern as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat, fighting the urge to run inside and tell their mother here and now. She did as he asked, though, grabbing the rope on the swing instead of smoking, trying to calm herself by fiddling with the rope between her fingers. Her eyes moved to scan their home, almost as though she was checking herself though she already knew the answer herself. " They were asleep before I headed outside, so I believe you are in the clear. " Still, she could never be sure, having been in such a rush to get away and sit in the night air to focus that she did not truly think. " Brother... did you see a face? Is there something that we can report or something? Where all are you hurt? " She had never been one to just sit still and do nothing. She wanted to jump in and do something. She had to. She just... didn't know where to start, never really seeing anything like this, nor expecting it. " Are you certain you are okay? "
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Post by authorflies on Aug 30, 2021 2:56:49 GMT
It was strange to hear in truth. She could think of many things that he could do without her. Not that she doubted her worth, not for a second, but there was something about the words that warmed her more than she could possibly say. So much of her held so many deep rooted fears, fears that she hadn't come to realize or come to terms with, and yet she could feel so much slipping away -- late night smokes on the swings outside their home, teasing words and shoves as they passed to and fro around their home, reassurances, both said and not, of someone who she felt she understood and believed in and he did the same for her. Certainly it would not be the end of them seeing each other, especially in the coming days in preparation for the wedding, and first the asking of mother and Anthony's blessing ( which she hoped the best for them there and would give them all her courage there if she could ), but it still felt like a lump in her throat that she could not swallow just yet. For now, though, she could pretend that it wasn't there. She could smile. She could reassure and give him all the hope and reassurance he could possibly need. " Damn what the Ton says, or anyone who doesn't approve. " That much she could say confidently and it was an easier sentiment to make instead of the deeper one that spoke of an unspoken goodbye, one that she was not quite ready to make. It was easy for her to say, she knew. She could care less what people said as was. It wasn't a luxury that they were supposed to be afforded, most nobility frequently fussing about what the others thought of them but Eloise could rarely bring herself to care. Clearing her throat, El looked down to the ground for a moment. " ... Don't tell mother. But the point remains. All that matters to me and all that should matter to you both is your happiness. If the rest of the Ton" or the rest of their family. " Can't see that or acknowledge it, then they don't deserve to be part of your joy. " She knew there mother would come around to it. Their other siblings would be excited for the couple, but Anthony... Well Anthony she worried would get caught up in the past and have his doubts, but she would like to believe her eldest brother would agree to the arrangement. That could wait till the time to talk to him was here, though, which wasn't now. He had told her first, and she was going to ensure that he would share in her joy for him, be excited. Hearing that similar expression within his voice caused Eloise to beam at her brother, nodding a little bit. " Would everyone think like me, I do believe that the whole of our society would be in quite a different state. A lot more chaotic, but a lot better. 't least in my opinion." If there was someone who the town should think like, she did in fact it be like him. They shared a lot of their beliefs, but Benedict was far better at explaining them in a way that was more likely to leave less people so offended. Sometimes Eloise felt things so deeply it was hard to keep them all inside of her for too long, feeling as though she would burst if she did. Benedict, though... she did not wish to be someone other than she was, but it was something she looked to in her older brother. " You have my approval. All of it. And a commitment that should either of you like the help, I would gladly assist with the wedding, though I am not certain that you would like to take it. " Heaven knows that was as much of her strongpoint as propriety doing social events. Falling silent and sobering for a moment, Eloise looked down to the ground. " ...You are as well you know. Amazing. I don't know what I would do without you. " Or rather what she will do, again, the silent timer ticking down in her head that she could not totally swallow and push aside no matter how hard she tried. " I know that she will be too. Just as I know full and well that our family will be just as welcoming to her as I will be. I promise I will not overwhelm her too much and keep questions to a minimum of ten." She joked lightly, knowing full and well how overwhelming it could possibly be to engage in conversation with her at times. More than that she was just trying to make him laugh and make the matters less like a sentiment that could lead to a farewell and more light again. " You have my word that I will not say anything. Take your time sharing. I will be supporting the both of you when you are ready to do so. And I will not ask anything that will make her uncomfortable or something I know she likely cannot answer. " She joked, laughing at both his words and her own, shaking her head. " And in that case perhaps you ought to take my help. I can to get it done somewhat quickly, or at least a rough outline, should I be given finer details of what you both want, though that is another reason why I must meet her soon. " She beamed, nudging him a bit, shaking her head. " Do you have a plan on how to talk to our family? "Tag ~ Benedict Bridgerton ~ |
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