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Post by authorflies on Aug 30, 2021 0:51:01 GMT
She could not put her finger on it, but there was something that Eloise had found oh so comforting about the greenhouse. All of her new home was comforting, from the gardens, to the drawing room, and her shared room with Phillip, but very quickly, she had understood why her husband so often sought solace within the greenhouse. Perhaps it was her husband's presence here so often, or perhaps it was the memory of their first kiss, but she found herself at ease watching him work, trying to memorize what plant needed what type care as she followed her husbands footsteps, talking if only to fill the silence. She did not mind that he wasn't looking at him either, she trusted that he would be listening ( possibly even more than she was listening to herself ) and even if he wasn't, she would not blame him. He hadn't asked her to leave, so certainly he did not mind her company, so here she would stay and talk on she did ). The subject, at the moment, was on Penelope and Colin, words of news she had gotten in her latest letter from her best friend continuing to leave her mouth only to slow as he looked up at her, trying instead to read is eyes, less focused on what she was saying, only to be silenced all together by his lips brushing against hers. Whatever his goal was, it certainly had worked as Eloise stilled for a second both at the kiss and the feeling of dirt on her face, but a second later, she leaned into it, letting one hand rest on his cheek as the other settled over the hand which was on her waist, gentle smile upon her lips. Her mind, though, continued to turn as they kissed, trying to figure out what might have caused this passionate moment between them. She hadn't mentioned anything that couldn't spark this... Unless.... Was he doing this to try and stop her ramblings? She wasn't sure whether or not she would have preferred him using words to ask her to slow down or stop, but she did know that now that he was kissing her, she did not mind being silenced and would further steal a moment of his longer. Smirking ever so slightly, Eloise deepened the kiss, almost trying to move closer to her husband though she was not sure that was possible, the hand on his cheek slowly falling to instead rest upon his chest, relaxing into his lips and hold at once, though taking steps back slightly, trying pull him with her in attempts to find a wall. Pulling back to take a breath, she looked up at him with a smirk, not moving too far away. " You certainly have my attention now. If that was what you aimed to capture. And if not well... " Lips pressed to his again, a little more gentle but still holding passion there, eyes fluttering shut, waiting for him to respond with what he wanted, or perhaps to deepen it. Tag ~ Sir Phillip Crane ~Note : GOD the mental image of this is. So funny to me. Eloise does love to ramble. Also I. made it a little steamer BUT if you want a different direction let me know and I'll change it! |
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Post by authorflies on Aug 29, 2021 23:56:40 GMT
It was hard to resist the urge to make a face of annoyance at her oldest brother ( she was not the same age as Hyacinth and Gregory who absoultly should have been in bed at this time. If she hadn't managed to convince their mother of her not needing to be, she would have been at the ball with her brother, sister, and mother ), but she kept through, letting her brother lead her forward with only a bit of a pout. They both knew that she would be up far later, scribbling away as she attempted to continue her novel. Or perhaps she knew it and her brother was none the wiser. Personally, she was hoping for the later, not wanting to worry him or get in trouble from their mother. " Well, I will just have to ask them both in the morning before callers arrive then. " If she would be up that early, that is. Perhaps she would stay up all night to get to them before anyone else was and then retreat to her room after getting her answers? She had never been one for getting up early after all. That, could wait, though, she supposed. For now she could pester ask her older brother all she wished to know. " Did our sister dance with the Duke again? Who all was in attendance? I don't even remember which event this was. There's far too many to even begin to keep track of.... I do not know how I will possibly manage next- when it is my turn. " It would be next year. It was a grace that her mother had given her, giving her this much time off, but she could still dare to dream about having another year without the fear of matrimony. Sighing a little in defeat as she continued walking, she looked back to the door, hoping to find Daphne or their mother before continuing up the stairs, her brother beside her. " Oh! Was there anyone acting strange or suspicious? " Tag ~ Anthony Bridgerton ~ Note : Eloise? About to press her brother on potential Whistledown leads? It's more likely than you think haha |
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Post by authorflies on Aug 29, 2021 23:17:00 GMT
Benedict Bridgerton knew her all too well, both to her despair and relief in this moment, Eloise still attempting to be more at ease and of sound mind than she truly felt. There was little to no convincing the second oldest Bridgerton, though, she was sure, though still she tried. Eloise herself did not even know how to begin to process what she was thinking, everything having happened so fast it still felt as though she was just arrive at the Crane house, like she still barely knew the man, not enough to marry him though they had been writing for months and months and further had traveled to his estate in the first place to see if they would suit. And she did, she felt like they did, but then why did this feeling still swim inside of her chest? Was she worried he did not feel the same and he was being forced into this marriage anyhow? Or was there perhaps some other anxiety that was buried so deeply in her chest that she did not know what was putting her so on edge? All Eloise could do was hope that he did not notice just how terrified she was, but the rate at which she breathed in the lit cigarette she might have given herself away more than she would have liked. In truth, she did not know how long it had been since she had touched one of the burning sticks, certainly not since she had been at Phillip Crane's if not longer, but it had started to do the job that she needed it to, reaching to take it with a little bit of a nod. " Rather clever of you. Seeing as that absolutely seems to be the case." She would take special care not to, though. The last thing she wanted to do was worry any guest who had come. " Do you know how much longer I have? " Certainly not the way she should be asking said question, but it was the way that it came out, almost shaky and unsure, not matter how hard she tried to hide it. " Please tell me you were feeling nervous on the day of your wedding too? Or that you felt... something other than relief. " Benedict and Sophie's story was... the extreme opposite of hers in truth, but she related to her brother in so many ways. They understood each other, and she hoped that they could in this way too, or at least he could understand what she was feeling, perhaps better than she did. Eyes falling to the window on the far wall, Eloise let out a bit of a shaky exhale as she breathed out the smoke again, trying her best to think clearly, beyond the tight feeling inside of her chest, beyond the fear of officially leaving everything behind, more so than she already had, in leaving home. ... Cue another inhale and exhale of the smoke. " You have to admit, it is ironic. I can practically hear a younger me laughing at myself in both shock and complete and utter concern for my mental state. " Tag ~ Benedict Bridgerton ~ |
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Post by authorflies on Aug 29, 2021 22:37:57 GMT
What is your greatest fear? Well this is not about my novel.
This is a very good question. One that I am... rather hesitant to answer. You never know who might be reading... I do believe my greatest fear is not one that anyone can use to try and get to me. I have two things that are tied for my greatest fear, loosing the ones I live, and leading an unaccomplished life.
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Post by authorflies on Aug 29, 2021 22:34:07 GMT
The fact of the matter, despite how she tried to persuade her sister otherwise when they were younger, was the simple truth that this was everything that her sister could have wanted. If their lives were some sort of book, this would have been have Daphne Bridgerton's happily ever after. Eloise may have been opposed to it for herself, but for her sister she was beyond happy. The look on Daphne's face during her wedding had been enough to rid herself of any doubts on Simon and their future- They would be happy and in love. Something Eloise was not sure she wanted or would ever find, but she could be happy for them. She wanted to be. So, here and now, she was, relaxing as her sister combed though her hair, taking in the garden, half listening to the words that her sister spoke and half thinking on her novel, the scenery inspiring her. " What type of work, organizing and arithmetic? " Despite the fact that it might cause her sister some difficulty, Eloise shifted a little, attempting to meet her sister's eyes with her curious and inquisitive glance. In her head, being a duchess meant a life similar to the one a typical lady would have, being shoved with whatever work their duke cared not to do. Hearing otherwise.... well she thought her curiosity natural, but remembering that her sister was braiding her hair she was quick to shift her glance forward. It was not at all what she was expecting, hearing that she got to do work in the village or, rather other work aside from just sitting and attending social affairs. Sure, it made sense, considering they were leaders, but it was still not at all what she was expecting. The though of her sister interreacting with the people brought the softest of smiles on her face. It may not have been her preferred work, Eloise clearly enjoying work that left her hand covered in ink by the end of the day, but it still certainly wasn't too bad of a fate. " You must tell me some of the stories you have heard, or experiences you have. Or all of them if you think we might have time. I am rather curious. " As she often was, but this was something she was even more so longing to know. " What is your favorite interaction you have had with the people thus far? "Tag ~ L ~ Note : Apologies this took me so long!! I am so excited to get back to this thread though!! |
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Post by authorflies on Aug 29, 2021 21:39:11 GMT
Of course it was her plan. Eloise always had some sort of plan spinning in her head to try and prevent herself from getting too invested within the social season. If she focused too much on it, she would start to get fidgety and anxious. Hunting down Lady Whistledown, though it was something she was completely invested in, having many words and thankful expressions to share with the woman ( or at least she assumed Lady Whistledown was a woman, but that was another debate she could combat later ), was one of those things, alongside planning her novel, playing it out in her head as she listened to the swelling music around them. It was easier than facing the realities of her having to face the season in the coming year- That and the reality that their oldest sister was gone. Married. Wedded. In a completely different house, and she had been so distracted by everything else going on that she both had not gotten the chance to say goodbye or to try and convince her not to marry ( which would only be done in a joking matter - as much as she was oppose to it, she knew her sister. It was a dream of hers to be wed and their mother and father were. That did not stop the ache, though. The regret ). " Anthony is long overdue to have a wife, sister. I know it, you know it, and certainly mama and Anthony know it just as well. " Words said with a smile that she does not truly feel but she continues on anyhow, feigning being unbothered and relaxed, watching her sister's work as opposed to looking in her eyes, head spinning as she thought still, processing thousands of conflicting thoughts and emotions. Focusing on others, Anthony, Whistledown, her sister now. It was easier than processing them all. " I am hoping Whistledown knows it too, hence, she will likely be talking him up in the papers and not me. Which will hopefully will limit my callers... " It was strange to her, admiring the author so but not wanting to be in her column, but it was still something she dreaded. The moodiest, though, that was something that was far more certain and hence easier for her to talk about, a smirk growing on her face as she looked upwards at last. " Of course it was. And oh she most certainly will. I doubt she will find out, though. Which is why I am telling you and only you. " It was something that she was hoping Hyacinth would take to heart, distracting her from whatever it was plaguing her mind. Scooting closer to the edge of her chair, she leaned forward, putting a hush in her voice. " You mustn't tell her or let her know. I think I am close to finding out who she is, but I need a bit more time without mama knowing. I trust you can assist? " Joking and teasing fell away, though, as her sister began to open up, face falling a little, though this time her eyes did not look away, instead filling with worry, scooting closer and shaking her head at Hyacinth's words. She swallowed guilt and concern down, instead attempting to do what she had promised Daphne- Be the big sister. Take care of the youngers. Do what her older sister had excelled at and she simply... go by so it felt. " I do not think that is selfish at all. " Eloise was not one to talk on selfishness, of course, often feeling like she was selfish herself for resisting marriage as she did and rejecting all of these ideals that spun in her head instead of what was expected of her. She would not change herself, of course, but that didn't stop the guilt at times. This wasn't about her though, not fully. It was about her sister's fears which she would now try to calm. " ...Sometimes I worry about all of that too. Loosing you all. And Pen. " They would all have to live in some sort of way sooner or later, but it was easy to miss childhood, when they were all together, playing, exploring, learning, before marriage even go involved. " I plan on writing to our sister weekly, if not more. You could assist me in my writing if you wish? " Her head tilted to the side, smile on growing, trying to comfort. " I miss her too. To your other point, though, I can promise you, I will try my best to not get married before you are allowed to marry." If ever. She hoped she would never have to get married, but she wasn't sure saying that now would help. " We can write her right now, if you want. Perhaps in the letter we can ask if we can visit soon? " Tag ~ lennie1 ~ Note : sorry for the delay!! BUT HI I! HAVE MISSED THEM! SO MUCH! and i hope you have been well! |
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Post by authorflies on Aug 29, 2021 20:38:38 GMT
Oh if only she could travel... If she could travel, then she would not be here now. If she could, Eloise would be in Italy, walking around the parks, or she would be in Japan, trying new foods, learning a new language, perhaps she would even find herself in France, seeing the sights, or even in Greece, retracing her brother's footsteps, sitting on the beach. In truth, Eloise was fairly certain that she would gladly be anywhere other than here. There was too many here and, unfortunately, too many suitors here, for whatever reason, for her. She could understand why, partially of course, given her family name and even if they weren't as aware of who she was, it shown upon her face, but she had further hoped if they looked upon her face for long enough they could also see how much dread polled inside of her stomach. Of course they didn't though. They couldn't. Most cared little and not. Hence her fleeing to her brother.
His words made a snort of laughter leave her mouth, shaking her head ever so slightly. " I am as well. I do not understand how anyone is not tired and already wanting to take a coach home. " Words finished with something of a bitter sigh, raising her cup to her lips, taking a large sip in as she surveyed the scene. " ...Needless to say, your secret is safe with me. "
There was nothing particularly different about this particular event than any other she had attended thus far into the season, and yet everyone previously was stressing as though this was the most important event of the whole social season. Perhaps it was and she simply understood nothing of social events and such even after being lectured about it for years, but she was attempting to blend in still ( to the point where she was hoping she would get by and be invisible) . The corner, though, seemed to have been a poor place to hide, as was apparent by her last dance, which her brothers approval made her hum at, looking at the lord they were speaking of as a smirk spread upon her face.
" Where I am keeping your exhaustion a secret from our mother, I do believe that dance is something that I would like you to keep a secret. If she doesn't know, of course. " Which she might, but she was hoping that her energy and focus was on Francesca- the daughter ho actually stood a better chance on the marriage market as opposed to her. " Because you are correct. I just... stepped on him to get away because he was a horrid dancer who provided even worse conversation... and a strange glance. He's lucky I didn't hit him too. "
Sighing, Eloise stared up at her brother with a bit of a shrug, shaking her head, the anger in her eyes slowly turning into mischief as well as she looked up.
" As always, I have a great many things going on in my head. " Most of which she feared, her brother would not be able to make sense ( bit of her novel, questions she had on the people around the, things to write when she got home... she settled for something simple and clear instead, something she poked him about rather often. " Can you tell me where you plan to travel to next? "
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Post by authorflies on Aug 29, 2021 19:20:15 GMT
Eloise had always liked dogs. Her ideal life would simply be her safe in some quiet house in the country surrounded by green with a garden and a dog or two, only spending moments that she wasn't writing taking said pet for a walk. Hence, needless to say upon coming to realize that her new sister-in-law had a dog, she was even more eager to spend time with her, both for her company and, selfishly, for time with her pet as well.
Kate's apology was only met with a smile and a shake of her head. " No need. I did not mind waiting at all. It's getting me away from mother and talks of this season for a moment so I do not mind whatsoever. " Words a truth as much as they were a joke, but she did not express more as she reached her hand over for the dog to smell. " How are you this morning? "Tag ~ Kathani Bridgerton ~
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Post by authorflies on Aug 29, 2021 19:05:39 GMT
It was a strange thing to her, how little she knew about the man who had married her older sister. In part it did make her sad, not knowing much other than what she had read in Whistledown which was, in summary, the fact that he was a Rake, that he was a duke, and his name. Her investigation into who said journalist was took priority over learning more about the man who turned out to marry her sister and, in truth, Eloise had quickly felt guilty for not getting to know him before, more so for Daphne's sake, but none-the-less, she was eager to spend time with her new brother-in-law. Certainly more so than she was excited for the upcoming season. The bow and title, though common curtesy made her tense a little, barely noticeable ( at least she hoped ) notebook lowering to her side as she shook her head slightly. " We are family now, your grace. If you so wish and if it is easier, you may call me Eloise. " The question on well, though... That was rather a tad bit more complicated. She was not as enthusastic as she should be, but she was trying to pretend to be, and was quickly realizing that she, perhaps, would have to try harder than usual to pretend to be so. " I am.... excited for the journey. So well enough I suppose. And you? " Eyes falling to the people loading her bags into the carriage, trying to think for a moment before looking at the other, polite smile small on her face. " Are you ready to leave? "Tag ~ Derrick Kenworthy ~ |
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Post by authorflies on Aug 29, 2021 18:23:08 GMT
Eloise was fairly certain that at least half of London was just as desperate for information on Whistledown's identity as she was. Unlike half of them, though, the second oldest Bridgerton daughter knew her intentions were pure. She only wanted to applaud the author, ask her a question or two, perhaps, but more than that to thank her for the amount of courage her writing had bestowed upon her. Though they wrote two completely different subjects, seeing this author publish her own work seemingly without fear was touching and had pushed her to write more with the same confidence.
" Perhaps she is a mama then? " It didn't feel right.... What mother would do this without fearing her daughter's marriage prospects should the secret be reviled? Further, what mother would even have the time to write? OR such a modern style? Eloise sighed a little, raising a cake to her lips and taking a bite. " Maybe not. Do you have any guesses on whom? "
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Post by authorflies on Aug 29, 2021 18:04:50 GMT
In truth, it was her least favorite time of the year and she was fairly sure that everyone in her family knew it ( if only the male suitors knew it as well ). The only bright side was being near Pen and being able to promenade around the park with her, getting inspiration so that she could write during the night, often falling asleep at her desk as she had the night before.
Her sister's frantic knocking was what pulled her from her slumber, a small grumble leaving her mouth as she stood from her desk and closed her journal, putting the quill in her hand back in the ink bottle as she approached the door, tired look on her face as she opened it a sliver.
" What time is it, sister? What has happened? " Her hair was a mess and there was ink on her hands, but Eloise seemed not to mind, looking the other up and down before opening the door up a little bit more so that she could enter. " What is it that you need? "
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Post by authorflies on Aug 29, 2021 17:52:17 GMT
Eloise, unlike Marina, found herself completely and utterly on edge. Balls or any other social event tended to have this... strange effect on her- her chest feeling tight and her shoulders tense, but for her mother and siblings sake, she was trying her best to look as calm as possible. Needless to say she was thankful that it was Marina who approached her and not any potential suitors trying to pull her from her corner and onto the dance floor.
" It's very nice to meet you, Lady Marina. " Her head lowered a little, a slight bow, head raising to look at the other woman. " Uh... Pen has told me a lot about you. Are you enjoying yourself this evening? "
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Post by authorflies on Aug 29, 2021 17:27:05 GMT
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.
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Post by authorflies on May 28, 2021 7:47:19 GMT
It was not appropriate talk to be had in their home. It certainly wasn't appropriate talk to be had at social events, nor did it seem like the kind of talk to have while their dear sister was seeing to her suitors, but the further the season stretched out, the more Eloise longed to discuss Lady Whistledown. Their mama might not have been the biggest supporter of the gossip columnist, but it was no surprise to anyone, from her fellow siblings to her dearest friend, she was certain that even their servants were well aware of her love for the infamous Lady Whistledwn, Eloise, did not find anything wrong in this though. There were so many admirable things about the woman after all. One of them was that she was a woman, a woman who was self published and brilliantly wrote. Her phrasing was beautiful and more than that bold-- Well all of the Ton wanted to know who she was for one reason or another, but Eloise was determined to be the one to unmask Whistledown once and for all, for no one's sake but her own.
Eloise didn't ask permission to start discussing this- the pair of them supposed to be enjoying an afternoon tea, but Eloise could not stop herself, excited, pacing as she began to ramble slightly, words flying at an all too quick pace. "I am still certain that Lady Whistledown can not be a male. It would be a brave move to make, hiding behind a woman's title but... this writing can not belong to a man. It's too... good." Tea long forgotten, Eloise lowered herself to the couch in a somewhat dramatic and drastic manner, but the Bridgerton girl minded not, turning to her sister as she lowered her notebook. "I have several theories on who she might be. Please, tell me some of yours."
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Post by authorflies on May 28, 2021 7:17:44 GMT
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?" He r 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!
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