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Post by authorflies on Apr 18, 2021 6:25:03 GMT
Just the walk was something that Eloise had found somewhat relaxing. Though she really knew nothing about flowers, something about the greenery was oh so soothing. Perhaps it was the aroma that filled the air or perhaps it was the company, but she liked to imagine that it was a combination of all of the above as well as the desire to be out of the home and out of their mother’s eyes. She loved their family more than anything else in the world, but still all of the pressure of her having to find a husband was getting to her, as was both mother and Anthony’s desires to help push her in one direction or another. This… this was soothing. Relaxing and she couldn’t help but be thankful for her invitation here. That and Daphne… Eloise did not fancy the idea of any of the Bridgerton’s marrying off and moving away, change, but there was very little that she could do of course. Daphne seemed happy as well, so any of her own unhappiness was easily swallowed for the sake of her sister, just as she had eagerly nodded and smiled, sitting down in comfort as well, reaching into the basket and smiling up at her as she talked, nodding along. “Let us talk not of my entrance into the Ton. It is far less exciting than all the adventures of married life and being a duchess, I am sure.” Oh Eloise had already known it, but it was becoming more of a certainty now more than ever. She was never ever going to be happily married. Would she walk down the aisle one day? For the sake of Franchesca and Hyacinth she would marry, but married life would never bring her contentment. She would have to carry a child inside of her. She would have to appear joyful and light and everything that she was not. It filled her with dread every event that she attended and so she was trying her best to not focus on it. With her older sister's words, she found herself finding just that escape. Eloise nodded and smiled softly, looking to the ground so she missed the look in her eyes. “We are. I still find it rather strange, how much everything has changed from those days.” She missed them too, more than she could possibly say, which was one of the many reasons Eloise felt herself grinning at her sister’s words, eyes falling to hers after they left her mouth. It would hurt, she knew, but Eloise welcomed the change, nodding, the softest smile growing upon her face. “If you would not mind, sister? I would be rather thankful for it. And the be freed of this terribly tight style.”
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Post by authorflies on Apr 16, 2021 7:32:27 GMT
"It is not being stubborn if I am avoiding trying for a reason." Oh how Eloise longed to roll her eyes. It was a family trait she was sure- Stubbornness, but this was something that was far more different. She was not just being stubborn, she was somehow something more and something greater- she was insistent on putting down the paint brush and walking away. This was not her art, after all. And she was going to make a fool of herself the moment she tried to actually work on completing the task that lied in front of her. Truth be told, she was dreading this part of the marriage mart more than the actual socialization. A fine lady must have something special about her, a skill, something unique about them- but academics was not one of the things that really counted, her love of reading didn’t and, worse than that, her writing even less than that. Nothing else had peaked her interest and so for awhile she settled with it but it was very quickly made apparent to her that she could not just… have nothing. Her hands shook too much for her to be anywhere near profficent at piano forte, she did not have the patience for needlework, and she got far too nervous to speak coherently in a different language when conversing with anyone outside of her family which left only one hobby left for her to try, or rather retry- Watercolors. After a moment more of staring at the blank canvas Eloise sighed, hand lowered to her side, looking back at him with an unenthused look on her face. “I think it would be much more appealing for me to describe what I would like to appear on the canvas verbally or in writing than attempt to paint it.” Looking once more to the canvas, Eloise stated at it as though she was attempting to calculate what movements to make and what colors she needed to use in order to capture the image in her mind just right. Setting the brush down, she shook her head. "I do not even know how to begin to sketch when you are looking at technicalities." And would it not take hours? First she would have to draw it all out and then paint it. That... simply sounded too overwhelming and complicated. Perhaps, though, her brother could help her? "If you were say, painting that vase over there, how would you begin?" It was the start of the many questions she would likely ask him, but she was doing what he had asked her to do after all. Trying. And she would not be afraid to point that out if need be. Tag : ~ Benedict Bridgerton ~ Note : Hopefully this is okay? My mind went to! Benedict helping her learn how to sketch and art and such But! If you would like something different, let me know.
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Post by authorflies on Apr 7, 2021 22:38:34 GMT
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Post by authorflies on Apr 7, 2021 22:37:40 GMT
It was exactly as Eloise had assumed it would be- The marriage season. Every single event was the exact same and it was filled with the same boring and downright horrifying men. None of them were genuine and those who were were either fools or dreadful human beings. If it was going to be like this for the rest of the season, she was fairly certain that she would never find a husband. She was going to try, though, for the sake of her sisters and family name. For that reason alone, she had a plan.
Every social event that she attended, Eloise went in with the exact same mindset. Do not dance with the same man twice, make sure that she greeted Penelope and her sisters who attended as well as dance with all of her brothers, and make sure that she had at least three drinks of lemonade to herself, no matter how poor the taste truly was. That usually was enough to pass the entire ball and if it was not and if any male tried to come to her asking for another dance, she would kill time by talking with Penelope or her mother, trying to hide from her family. It would take a single dance to try and figure out Tonight, though, had been different. Tonight someone had approached her for another dance and that was the very last thing that she could possibly wish for. Talking to her brother was the perfect escape. She only felt bad for poor Colin who was just a few step away. Well that and hopeful that he would not push her back onto the floor the moment
Two cups of lemonade in hand she handed one out to her brother the moment that she was by his side, an eyebrow raised. "Care from some company that is not trying to steal you away into the horrid state of romance for a moment?" She joked, though there was little jest there in reality, she continued on. "The lemonade truly isn't horrid and my feet were trampled on during my last dance so I could appreciate the break if you are willing to discuss something other than piano forte's and watercolors and courtships for a mere moment."
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Post by authorflies on Apr 7, 2021 18:21:47 GMT
How strange and fast everything was moving. Truth be told, Eloise had been so caught up in trying to figure out whom Whistledown was that she had hardly paid any attention to it all. All that she knew was that dear Daphne was free from the horrid clutches of Nigel Berbrooke and aside from that up until Daphne's wedding she found herself relieved. Truth be told, there was a lot of nerves that filled her system the moment that she was told that their sister would become the newest Duchess of Hastings. Certainly she was proud of her and excited for the joy that she was sure her sister would find in marriage and later motherhood, and certainly the Duke was not the worst of the men that she had heard about, but it was also her sister being married- her sister leaving the house- that meant that it was her sister leaving her out to fend for herself on the marriage market, whether Daphne knew it or not, for the moment that eyes were off of her, it was almost as though every bit of attention was now on her and her entrance to society, all of it happening far too soon, and far too fast. A dramatic and faux exhausted sigh left her mouth as she dropped herself onto the lounging chair in the drawing room, exhaustion in her eyes though she did not let them rest closed for too long before opening up them and grabbing her journal. She did not notice Hyacinth until she was sitting and she did not want to worry her sister, preferring to be the strong one of the family. So, after finishing her page, Eloise started talking. "I just had a fitting with the modiste. The gowns look lovely, but it is strange to picture me in them." She looked up, offering her sister a glance. "It is strange, isn't it? How quick everything is moving?" That, though, was something she was not certain that she wanted to talk about. Not yet at least. So, Eloise cleared her throat. "...What are you working on, sister?" Tag : ~lennie1~ Note : SORRY THIS TOOK ME A MOMENT BUT!! HERE!! We go! I am so excited!!! And let me know if you want me to change anything. |
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Post by authorflies on Apr 7, 2021 17:06:43 GMT
There was always a strange comfort that came with the end of the day. For one, it meant that Eloise could finally settle into her writing, be it practice, her novel, or perhaps even a letter, it was still something and something that she enjoyed quite a bit. More than that, though, unless there was some event that tore them all away, it meant that the entire Bridgerton family would gather together at the dinner table and discuss their day, their thoughts, and more likely than not get in some kind of argument. It was her family and she adored their company and conversation, no matter how loud and chaotic it might have been. With the marriage season ongoing they seemed to happen less and less now, and whatever free moment she had, Eloise spent pouring her every thought into writing, usually only snapping out of her head and rushing down the stairs when one of her siblings had called out, not moving to wash the ink from her hands just yet. She had already started to ramble before she got to the bottom of the steps, her words moving just as quick as her step. "Did any of you read the latest Whistledown? I am currently rereading it in order to catch a hint on what position she must hold. Further I have been trying to gather who she talks about the most because whoever said family is, she ought to be either from said family or perhaps she despises them, or works for them... In any case, I do believe that it will be a clue. There has to be something that is hidden within the page. Furthermore I do believe-" Her words trailed off as she looked and saw the stranger in her room, a strange feeling that was not embarrassment or shame but not kind filling her. She swallowed and clasped her hands together in attempts to hide the ink, smiling just a little. Though her hands might have been shielded for a moment, there was no hiding her curiosity or confusion, though, not from her voice or eyes. "Good evening. Who might you be?" She could practically hear mother in her head scolding her for improper manners, but in the moment she cared little, nor did she think that she should apologize instead trying to piece together who this was and if she had forgotten something, such as this man being invited over for dinner. Tag : ~Lewis Anwyl~Note : Hopefully this is alright! Let me know if you would like me to edit anything. I! am so excited!!! |
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Post by authorflies on Apr 7, 2021 5:27:33 GMT
{ N63.Your muse comforting mine after a nightmare. }
Tonight would be the first of many nights that she sat, unopened book in her lap as she blankly stared out the window. The last thing she wanted for any of these nights, though was any of her family finding out about her apparent restlessness and so hearing footsteps approach and seeing Anthony's face in the candlelight caused her to tense up. In truth she was waiting for him to scold her or comfort her, neither of which being something she was ready for. She knew full and well that she should not be up at this hour. Should said statement come, normally Eloise would have fired back a statement in protest , one that said that he too needed his slumber. Tonight, though, she did not have it in her. They all had taken to their father's death differently. Eloise, though she could not do it for the first few weeks after had tried to be strong for all of them. She had tried to soften what her eyes had seen, telling whatever family member approached her about it whatever it took to ensure that they would be the most at ease. It was almost like playing pretend, but you could not play pretend in the dark, nor with your memories and, there were times that Eloise dreamed of that day and what followed. Him falling. Mother's screams. Restless nights... It was all mocking, especially when the days were near their father's death. Despite the red of her eyes, Eloise gave her brother a small smile, a tiny nod before looking back out the window at the dark, empty streets of the Ton. It was silent for a moment before Eloise broke it at last . "I am not going to be getting back to sleep tonight." Perhaps she was being too harsh. He was going to worry about her. It was his job as her brother, her older brother at that. "...I am alright Anthony. Truly. You ought to sleep. I will probably read for a few more hours before heading back to bed as to not worry mother."
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Post by authorflies on Apr 7, 2021 4:47:41 GMT
{ N22.my muse is in a frightened or nervous state } For all of Anthony and mother’s insisting on her being wed, they were right. These were words that she would never say, at least to Anthony and only to their mother if the circumstances were correct and the response she would get was not too much of a 'I told you so'. The fact of the matter, though, was unshakeable. She was terrified. All she had wanted her entire life, if she had to wed, was to find a love match. While she certainly felt something for her intended, this was not how she wanted to marry. God in heaven she was not even certain that she wanted to marry- or rather on if she would make a good wife. Since all of the siblings leading up to her as well as the one after had been married, she could understand the appeal of companionship, love, but marriage was a whole other ordeal. And Phillip... she knew she felt something for the man, but the truth was that she was still scared that it might not be love and would never turn into love. Both fear and doubt were enough to make her begin to pace back and forth. The door opening was enough to snap her out of her thoughts, flinching only slightly but she quickly sobered, the softest of smiles on her face. It might not have hid her distress, but she still wore it, stepping closer to her favorite brother, gripping the fabric of her gown tightly, forcing her shoulders to relax before she spoke at last.
"I suppose you have come to be the one to fetch me, then?" Secretly she was hoping to have a few moments more, though she kept quiet instead, looking down to the ground after a moment, swallowing harshly, letting her true emotions show for just a moment- though she was certain that Benedict already knew. "...Neither of us could have ever guessed that this would be happening, would it? In fact I dare say none of our family- or the Ton for the matter could have guessed this would be happening." It was stalling, she knew it was, but she was desperate for things to stay the same for a moment- feeling suddenly like everything would be different the moment that she walked through the door. Tag : ~Benedict Bridgerton~ Note : Hopefully this is alright!! The randomizer gave me this and my mind went straight here and if you want something different, let me know!
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Post by authorflies on Apr 4, 2021 7:01:37 GMT
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Post by authorflies on Apr 3, 2021 16:54:43 GMT
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Post by authorflies on Apr 3, 2021 16:20:18 GMT
Why was it that inspiration only seemed to strike when the sun went down? It was the creative soul’s curse she was certain, muse only striking far past the hours when one was supposed to be asleep. It had always been that she wrote more often in the night, but these days, attending social events through most of the day and evening, it was the only time that she had to write- and she needed to write, just like she needed to breathe. Writing was the thing that soothed her when she was anxious, stressed, or caught up too much in the world around her and had been ever since she had been able to form sentences. Before that, reading had been her passions. More often than not, her nurse would discover young Eloise asleep on the floor near the biggest window in her bedroom, head hitting some book and for awhile she had done the same thing with her writing journal, but she was older not and most of the time had more faith in her ability to stay awake and so, candle in one hand, journal in the other, Eloise had made a temporary office out of the desk in the drawing room. Unfortunately and much to her later annoyance, her exhaustion from the days events had made her drowsy far quicker than she would have preferred. She fought against slumber for awhile, but she had not even finished the chapter that she was working on before she fell asleep. It was only as her brother placed the blanket on her that she stirred a little, slowly at first, but then a bit more panicked, moving to quickly blow out the candle in fear of it being close enough to the wood that it might have scorched it. Letting it cool for a moment, Eloise paused to let it cool down before lighting it again, looking to her hands ( which, not at all to her surprise were slightly coated in ink ) before looking up to him at last.
"Good morning." She nodded at him, smile small on her face as though that cold dissuade any scolding that might be coming shortly. Using a clean finger to draw the blanket closer, she moved to shut her book, pushing the quill away as to not make a further mess of anything. Stifling a yawn, she sat up taller, trying to make out the clock at the back of the room. "I was simply writing a letter. What time is it?"Tag ~ Anthony Bridgerton ~ Note : I always get confused on these ones so! I very much so appreciate the clarification! Let me know if you would like the other as well, though, and I will happily write it!!!
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Post by authorflies on Apr 3, 2021 9:00:29 GMT
This was certainly the very last conversation that she wanted to be having in general and hence the tone that he spoke with, the slight sound in his voice that made her realize that they would talk about this again was enough to make Eloise swallow harshly, eyes following down to the ground, though he did earn the smallest of smiles at his statement, fighting the urge to make a final joke but true point on the man’s appearance. “You do not have to look at him the same way I do. And you did not have him step on your shoes during a waltz.” Which she may or may not have done in her frustration but… well that she would never own up to and hadn’t, even to the lord. Her brother, though, was changing the subject and so she followed the conversation, only looking down to the ground as his words hit her. She knew all too well that this was far from a joke, the only person that this was a joke on was her. She felt like a clown sometimes and whenever she didn’t she felt almost sick with her nerves and unease. It was for Hyacinth and Francesca that she was doing this as well as for the Bridgerton name as a whole. Though she longed to sign herself up for a life full of writing in the act of becoming a spinster, she could only imagine how that would harm every single female in the Bridgerton family for the rest of time. Further, though, as he spoke Eloise was reminded of her brother’s job, taking over what their father should have done, and suddenly she felt guilty, only slightly. Though no apology would leave her mouth, it showed in her eyes, trying to think on how to say that she was not going to settle, that if she was going to marry, she wanted someone who would treat her like a queen, or at least a princess. A love match. It seemed unattainable sometimes, but more than anything, that was what she wanted. “I have high standards that I expect suitors to meet. That is all.” She paused a little, tilting her head, trying to think on how to answer this question that he was posing. “You need not try to find me a match if that is what you are asking, but I cannot lie to you and say that this is the last time that I will reject a proposal of marriage.”
Tag ~ Anthony Bridgerton ~ Note : Sass is in her very nature haha. She has Many Expectations and wants many things out of her suitors I am SORRY Anthony. BUT! SAME!! It's so fun |
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Post by authorflies on Apr 3, 2021 8:39:54 GMT
There had been so many things going on under the Bridgerton household that Eloise hardly felt as though she could keep up. First Daphne had gotten married, then Colin had been engaged then later said affairs were torn to ruin by scandal and now, much to her annoyance, she was officially out in the Ton, taking part in husband hunting. It was a lot of promanading ( sometimes with Pen, thank the lord in heaven, but not all of the time ), dress fitting, waltzing at ballas and trying her best to turn away suitors who came to call upon her the next morning, all the while trying to find time to write somewhere within the day. It was overwhelming and all consuming, and so in the midst of the never ending dull activity, she did not find time to call upon her sister and so the moment that the invitation came, the second oldest Bridgerton daughter was quick to jump on the invitation, almost squeezing the life out of the duchess upon her arrival and continuing to almost be skipping, insisting to carry the basket as they walked- It was killing two birds with one stone after all- giving her a break from the heinous bachelors and, more importantly, allowing her to spend some time with her dearest sister.
She had almost been skipping in truth, grin wide on her face as she smiled at the other, asking question after question in her direction- what married life had brought her way, or what her and the duke have been up to lately, what they planned for their next ball, though it was clear that Eloise was completely left out of the news that the rest of her family seemed to already know as her questions had nothing to do with being with child, something Eloise knew nothing about. She rambled on and on, oblivious only seeming to stop for a moment when she had ran out of air.
“When you see a spot and would wish to set up there, let me know. Anywhere here I would find suitable. I do love the gardens this season.” She smiled oh so softly, her shoulders relaxing oh so slightly as she tried her best to perhaps calm slightly, not wanting to overwhelm Daphne after not seeing her in so long. Clearing her throat, she moved back a little so she walked at her sister’s side instead of a little bit ahead of her, kindness in her grey eyes. “...It’s been far too long. You must tell me how you have been before I dare ask anything else.”
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Post by authorflies on Apr 3, 2021 8:15:31 GMT
The moment that she felt someone drag her, the nerves that were already stirring inside of Eloise only grew, fighting against the pull for a moment before she looked up and saw her brother. Certainly she felt some kind of relief in one way or another that it was her brother who had found her and not someone else who might have spread rumors, but the hold he had on her arms made her nervous and unsure on what she should be feeling. How angry could he possibly be? And further how exactly could she say that she got here? How could she begin to answer the thousands of questions she was certain that her older brother would have? Even as she was expecting it, she felt herself tense up slightly at the question, swallowing harshly, eyes falling down. “I…” Followed you. That was her truth, but no- Eloise was not about to say that. Not directly at least. “I was looking for you. It was a long day and I needed to talk to someone. And it is always easier to discuss matters with you. Further I thought mother was making you attend some tedious social event and I was going to play knight and help find a way for you to flee.” It was all too clear by the look on his face, though, that this was not a joking matter. He was worried and for more than the fact that she was anxious. Her shoulders tensed further and she swallowed harshly, eyes locking to the ground as she exhaled, trying to think on how she could possibly change the subject.
“What is this place?” She asked slowly, worry in her face as she tried her best to make her shoulders relax but to limited success. Truth be told, she wanted to fire the question back in his direction though she was fighting against it. Talking back would do little to help her here, but there was only so much holding her tongue that Eloise could do. “If I would have known you were attending… This then I wouldn’t have attended.” There wasn’t rage in her eyes, though, instead confusion and curiosity. “ Why are you here?”
Tag ~ Benedict Bridgerton ~ Note : This is chaos already haha. RIP Benedict for the QUESTIONS you are about to get haha. Also thank you!! I thought the title was fun!
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Post by authorflies on Apr 3, 2021 4:59:30 GMT
At this point, it was an unhealthy coping mechanism. There was not a chance that she would be ready to greet, or rather turn away the horrid suitors after they had a biscuit and a cup of tea when or if they called in the morning. There was something both soothing and inspiring about being out on the swings with a cigarette in one hand and her writing quill in the other. These days, the only moments when she could fully write was in the middle of the night, two or three hours after whatever ball she had been forced to attend. Then she could continue to write until she felt as though there were no other words that she could fit on her page and nothing else that was hiding in her mind. If her older brother had joined her, then there would be conversation but other than that it was silent. Some days it was nice, but others, like today, when she wanted nothing more than to ramble, it was hard. She wanted her brother to be there, yes, but he was the very last person that she imagined showing up as she saw the shadow in the distance. Part of her was half tempted to scream for a servant or perhaps one of her brothers, even if it would give away her secret. All of it would have been worth it if it would have meant that she was alright of course, but everything stopped, including her heart as he came closer but stopped just a little bit short of the light in shadow. Confusion filled her brow as she moved to a stand, trying to figure out what exactly was wrong. For a long moment, she only stared at him, waiting for him to get closer as she reached to pull out another cigarette for the both of them. “I wish you would have said so sooner. I would not have been so alarmed if you would have called out- and if I had well then our secret would have been out.” Him disappearing places in the middle of the night and the both of them hiding out here. That was the very last thing that she knew she wanted and assumed the same for her brother. She did not look to him just yet though, pressing her newly lit cigarette to her lip and moving to light one and hand it over to him, waiting a moment before turning to look at him, shocked and worry once again filling her as she stared at him, mouth gaping just a little.
“Benedict…” She had to move to grab the cigarette from her own lips quickly, moving to grab it before it joined the other on the ground after shutting her notebook and lowering it, patting the other swing eagerly, hoping that getting him off of his feet would help. Heavens she did not know what to do, how to help, but she knew that she had to. More than that she had to. Certainly there had to be something obvious that she could do to help and smoking would not be of help. “What the bloody- what happened?” A pause. "What hurts?"Tag ~ Benedict Bridgerton ~ Note : This! Is perfect! And like always with them I am EMotional. Poor Benedict  |
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