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Post by authorflies on Apr 3, 2021 4:17:19 GMT
If you had asked the second oldest Bridgerton daughter, she would have told you the entire affair was a disaster. Most of the bachelor’s there were either tipsy, self-absorbed, or stepped on her toes while they waltzed. Needless to say and not at all to Eloise’s surprise, this round of husband hunting had been a complete and utter disaster. Her escape had been the best part of the evening and she could only thank Benedict, not only for agreeing and providing said escape but for wanting to leave as well. For the first time that night she wore a smile on her face. She had practically skipped to the carriage, pulling her notebook onto her lap as she began to write away, not even comprehending the question that her older brother had asked- only just about to answer as the carriage began to tilt. Everything had moved a little bit quickly, not entirely sure what was going on until they were sent to the opposite side a second time. The worse she had done was bump her head, but she hadn’t felt the least bit disoriented. What she had felt was confused and then just a little bit worried, especially as she fully processed the question that her brother had asked- just how far from home were they? And just where were they? She felt herself pale just a little, looking at her brother as she moved to go and sit by her before looking out the window, shaky exhale. She didn’t recognize anything. Then again, she had spent the entire trip down complaining about going and trying to write. She should probably answer her brother’s questions. “I am fine… I believe I am quite alright.” Her words were slow, careful, looking to him and scanning him for injuries instead before asking. “Are you alright?” He looked it, but looks could oh so easily be deceiving, she knew that more than anyone. “Do you think it is safe to get out? Do we even know what has happened?” Never before has she been in a carriage accident, nor had she seen anything like this save for written word. It made her just a little bit nervous though she was trying her best to remain calm in order to soothe the situation. Looking away only to grab her journal and quill which had fallen before looking to her brother. “Is everyone else alright? The horses? How far are we from the party do you think?”
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Post by authorflies on Apr 3, 2021 3:03:17 GMT
It was selfish of her, the heartbreak of losing another sibling- or at least feeling as though she might lose another sibling. It was not as though she didn’t see Daphne anymore and Anthony still was around trying to see to it that her and Francesca find their match, but Benedict was different. Oh Eloise knew that she should feel elated for him that he found love, someone who he wanted to marry but… she was so afraid of not seeing him again that she hesitated and prevented herself from feeling truly elated. It was near impossible to swallow that down as he hugged her, though, her shoulders relaxing as her arms wrapped around him as well. Tight, almost as though nonverbally saying everything that she held inside- for once. One question was spoken, this one almost being more desperately asked than any of the others. “Why are you thanking me?” The words soft, smile clear in her voice though her eyebrows were knitted in confusion. Should she not be the one thanking him for sharing this exciting news? Was that not how this worked? Truth be told, Eloise did not know, never having been the first to know news such as this. She did not let the smile fall even as he pulled back, eyes meeting his somewhat hesitantly though a moment after, she smirked just a little, a joke leaving her mouth to lighten the mood. ”I can only assume that some about the Ton might say otherwise, but I do have some excitement in me for matches and love and the liking, but you know I do not despise the idea of it. Especially when it is in favor of my favorite brother and it’s for love. I think that is a notion that everyone should be celebrating and encouraging.” She nudged a him a little, smile stretching even as she became serious, listening intently to his words, face falling just slightly. “Our family will be there and it will be everything that you and your bride could possibly wish it would be. I will see to that.” Or rather Violet would. Above all things, Violet Bridgerton simply wanted to see her children happy. Eloise was sure there was part of their mother that hoped that they married nobility of some sort, she knew their happiness was what mattered the most to the woman. That she had nurtured in all of them. Anthony might have objections at first, but mother would turn him around. Besides, their opinion mattered little to her. It was her brother’s happiness that came first and foremost, above all else. That and obtaining whatever details about everything that her brother would willingly share. The name brought her comfort, as did the information that was shared, little assurances that they would be okay, or better than okay- they would be happy. Together. It was something real, all of the things that she could want for all of her siblings. Then he mentioned her meeting his beloved and Eloise felt completely and utterly overjoyed and terrified at the same time. Truth be told she hadn’t even thought of that, meeting this woman until he walked down the aisle with her, but now… “I would love more than anything to meet her.” Somehow her grin widened, a bounce reaching her heels. “If she would feel comfortable greeting me, of course. I do not wish to overwhelm her. She does need my blessing though.” Her words teasing, but also genuine. She was hoping that meeting the woman would help tame the sinking feeling of loss in her chest. “When did you have in mind? What can you tell me about her?”Tag ~ Benedict Bridgerton ~ Note : Same! Here!! The loves!! Agh I am emotional and she's! Just so excited and Nervous and has too many questions.
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Post by authorflies on Apr 3, 2021 1:07:58 GMT
It was perhaps the only bad habit she would admit to, her pacing. Whether she was deep in thought it started and it never ceased until she was snapped out of it, this time by the question that he asked and the increasing frustration that she felt. All that she wanted was to write, to finish a chapter in her novel, or heavens she would take even a page at this point, or something new. Eloise couldn’t get passed her worries, wanting to figure things out in order to help her older brother as well as just figure things out in general. There had to be a reason that mother and Anthony were so upset- or were they worried too? There was so many questions to figure out in so little time. The only thing she could do was observe at this point and interrogate Benedict, toss ideas around. He was the most clever in the family in her opinion, or perhaps second cleverest, next to her.
There was a soft noise of protest, a groan accompanied by a roll of her eyes, that left her mouth as she moved to try and look again, focusing on her brother’s words and letting them settle in her mind. “Mother will come around. Probably before the sunset.” All she wanted was her children in secure and happy marriages, and Marina Thompson was a noble, was she not? Colin’s face when he announced their engagement was without doubt joy, so what did mother have to worry so much about? “I do believe it’s Anthony who will not soften and I cannot figure out why.” Was it because he did not discuss it with him? The speed? All of which was reasonable but something was off and she despised not knowing what it was.
“My first choice of marriage would be to wed myself so if Colin and Marina’s are going well then I am certain I have no objections to their union.” Her words were partially serious as much as they were a joke. If she were not a Bridgerton then Eloise would fight her mother at the idea of even ‘competing’ in the marriage season next year and welcome spinsterhood with open arms but Eloise had younger sisters and so next year she made a solemn vow with herself that she was going to try her best to find her match. Still, with Benedict she would and could joke, if only to ease his sketching should he be in a worry about it as she was. “That being said, even that would be a far from perfect match considering I would be arguing with myself too often. Though perhaps the same luxury will be granted to you.” If it was not already. She hoped it was and thought it should be, but wishful thinking could only do so much on matters such as these.
Leaning against the couch, Eloise let out a bit of an exasperated sigh, trying to catch another glance at her brother's book, this time much more discreetly, letting both her brother’s words and the facts settle in her mind. All she could do was nod- Yes, it would be less dull, their brother bringing Marina into the family and then the pair of them having babies but still her shoulders tensed at the thought and the once amused smile faltered from her lips. “You are not incorrect.” And it was a relief, with a wedding to plan her own coming out to the Ton would be temporarily on hold, but she still did not like the idea of losing another sibling to the entrapped life of matrimony . Not one bit. Clearing her throat, she looked up at Benedict, her shoulders relaxing slightly but not fully, changing the subject. "Maybe we'll be lucky as to avoid the marriage season for a whole year before we will wed, but why do you suppose they were so… off put by this? Mother and Anthony, I mean?” Tag ~ Benedict Bridgerton ~ Note : Ah! Thank you!! Same with Benedict!! I! Adore their banter!! So much!
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Post by authorflies on Apr 2, 2021 0:02:16 GMT
“Ssh. Stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair.”Tag : ~ L ~
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Post by authorflies on Mar 30, 2021 15:02:11 GMT
The mere presence of her brother was something that should it have been any of the others in the family that approached her, Eloise would have been tense in her mood like this and state out of bed, but Benedict was different. Benedict didn’t judge her. More than that, she liked to believe that Benedict understood her. The words that the second oldest Bridgerton sibling spoke only further proved this to her, taking a smoke as she looked down to the ground, then moving to hold the burning stick in her hand. It was something that she missed too. More than she could say. And she hoped that nights like this would return now instead of fading away. “I have as well.” The words spoken softly, almost hiding in the breeze, the noise of everything around them, not because of shame - shame or not Eloise always spoke what came to her mind, but this time her words were hushed as though if she said them too loud, everything would revert to be the opposite of what she had hoped. Eloise, though, didn’t linger in her own thoughts for all too long, instead listening to her brother’s words. Creative frustration was something that she understood these days far too much. The more and more she had begun to further prepare for her upcoming season, the more stress that was on her and the less words that were often lingering in her head faded. The only thing she managed to write was letters, most of which were addressed to Daphne and would be sent after she got the next response from the Duchess, but she longed to make progress in her novel, though she was just… stuck. “What is it that is keeping you from creating? Or rather what is that is pulling away your focus?” She tilted her head, choosing to question him further instead of answering his question. Though she often didn’t mind talking about herself, that… the upcoming season was a touchy subject. To anyone that knew her well, it was no surprise how upset and overwhelmed she was getting over all of this. The dress fittings. The expectations. Now, soon enough she was going to be shoved out in front of the ton and every single eligible bachelor, expected to choose a husband. Worse than that, there was going to be a bunch of eyes on her due to her sister and she had a whole family to look after which might mean giving up her dream of becoming a spinster with Penelope. For the happiness of, it have to be. At the very least she had to try. Raising the cigarette to her lips for another smoke, Eloise looked away from her brother, her free hand resting on the rope of the swing before she relaxed her shoulders slightly, pretending that it brought her some peace . “I suppose that I am up for a similar reason. Frustration. Anger. Nerves…” She could go on and on, but for now she didn’t, instead finding the courage to raise her eyes to his again, hoping he couldn’t see the thousands of things that inside of her mind. "I can't seem to write anything now. I know the words will come eventually but... I suppose that isn't helping either. But yes. I think that is part of it." So much was coming starting tomorrow, so many expectations and the end result of becoming a wife... Oh how the idea terrified her more than anything. “It is simply too much happening to get anything done around here I feel.” The smile on her face was sympathetic, her head tilting in curiosity. “What were you working on? Perhaps sharing it will help?” And it would keep her mind from roaming into tomorrow’s events and she would give anything for that, but her brother being alright was important too, more important. At least to her. ~ Benedict Bridgerton ~
Note : Thank you!!! I am! So excited for this and already Emotional.
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Post by authorflies on Mar 30, 2021 7:43:21 GMT
She knew that she should not have been doing this, even if she was not doing this will ill intent. It was with the best and lightest and intentions that she followed her brother, curiosity moving her feet and the desire to not be home, or at least inside and have someone to rant to about the events she had forcibly endured during the day that willed her consciousness from kicking in and causing her to turn back on her heels away. No, Eloise was both tired and stressed at the same time, needing to push forward and the further that she had followed the more determined of that she was. The cool air was nice and she had found solace and a strengthened will both to talk to her brother and find out where exactly he was going this time of night, and alone. What might he be doing? Why was he alone? This surly was not something that he ought to have been doing, that either of them should be doing. And oh the questions that Eloise would have for him. First he just needed to stop bloody walking! All too soon though, her brother began to slow down and pull into a house. For a moment all seemed lost, the second oldest Bridgerton daughter not sure how to follow in her brother's footsteps. Anyone else would have been defeated but she was not everyone else, sitting and staring in thought and pondering for a long while on how to get in.
The idea that struck her was simple, Eloise almost hitting herself for not having realized it sooner. Still she brought it into motion, moving slowly behind a group that was entering the estate and sticking close behind them until they were far into the room.
Before she had entered she had a feeling that this was a party. Perhaps this was some event that mother had somehow pressured him into in attempts to find a wife. She did not quite know why he was sent without her or Anthony, though. None of it fully made sense, but it only made her curiosity grow. And so she pushed forward, finally getting a sight for what the gathering truly was. Loud. Crowded. Intoxicating- both to the think scent of cigarette smoke and some type of beverage ( whatever it was being strong ). Everything about it sent her head reeling and the very same anxiousness that curled in her chest at most balls and other events that she needed to be at in order to find a husband. This, though, was far different. This was the complete opposite of all of that, though. This was madness. And all that she could think of was to find her brother, certain he must want to be freed even more than she assumed he had when he was wife-searching.
Backing up slightly, arms wrapping around her waist tightly, eyes falling and scanning across the crowd though she further hoped that no one would recognize her as a Bridgerton, not wanting to soil her sister's chance's of marriage by ruining her own. Still, it was with hesistation that she finally spotted someone, tapping them twice on the shoulders, attempting to keep her voice stronger than she felt like it was. "I am looking for a Benedict Bridgertown."
~ Benedict Bridgerton ~
Note : AFTER A MOMENT! Thank you for being so patient! And let's! Cue Panic At The El!! Also! Up! To you if the person she approaches is Benedict or not! Maybe he spots her across the way??
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Post by authorflies on Mar 29, 2021 0:35:52 GMT
[ ☢ ] the carriage broke down in an unfamiliar part of town, and our muses are lost. ~ Benedict Bridgerton ~
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Post by authorflies on Mar 29, 2021 0:29:44 GMT
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Post by authorflies on Mar 29, 2021 0:22:36 GMT
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Post by authorflies on Mar 27, 2021 16:06:58 GMT
Ask Eloise Bridgerton
I do have a fairly tight schedule, but I will gladly take questions about my theories regarding the Lady Whistledown case and perhaps a personal question or two.
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Post by authorflies on Mar 27, 2021 7:56:23 GMT
Well this was the very last thing that she expected when asked No matter how she tried to hide it, there was a look on face that was shocked, and said shock was not falling. The maid in question was someone who she was vaguely familiar with and she knew was kind. She knew that her brother was someone who cared little about titles and it was something that she admired him for. Eloise could choose to do the same in terms of friends, but she would never have the luxury. Sure, she could talk to some people of the lower class, but she couldn’t form bonds with them. Not like he could. Marrying one? Well that was certainly a surprise, but she could never be offended, save for the fact that he felt he needed to apologize. “I do not understand why you have apologized, brother. This is exciting. You should be excited. I am excited for you.” Finally, the smile that she had in her mind grew upon her face, reaching to grab one of his hands, smiling wider still as she squeezed his hands. The only worry that was left in her was in her face was on her eyebrows, both of them furrowed in minor worry about the whole truth of the situation. Who else knew about it? Was this something that he had already asked her? How did he plan to do this? And how exactly was she going to ask him these questions? Dropping his hand after a final squeeze, she decided to let them out all of his questions, or at least a few of them. “When are you getting married? Are you doing it here or eloping?" And where would they go after they were wed? Would it be far? Was this... a goodbye? The very thought was enough to make Eloise's shoulders tense up just a little bit. She didn't want to loose another brother, especially not Benedict who could very much so just... vanish, not be seen again if the rest of her family disapproved. For now se didn't want to think about it, Eloise faltering to instead change the subject. "Tell me about her. Your fiancé. And about your proposal. You can imagine I have at least a thousand question." ~ Benedict Bridgerton ~
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Post by authorflies on Mar 27, 2021 3:34:34 GMT
The pit of dread that was swimming in her stomach was deep. She knew this was coming, the disguised lecture from her brother who was simply trying to do his duty. Part of her felt bad for her stance, almost preferring being a spinster as opposed to a wife and mother. If she was unwed though she’d be trapped at home and would likely never see anything beyond London, she wouldn’t belong to anyone. She could still write and be free to be herself- just Eloise. Being ‘just Eloise’ though was an unrealistic fantasy. One day she would have to get married and she was just biding her time, but she had hoped that she would find the perfect someone when she did. She was not going to settle. Especially not for this Lord. Even though she knew the question was coming, Eloise still felt herself tensing up slightly, swallowing harshly as gloved fingers began to fiddle with the fine fabric of her skirt. How was she supposed to explain to him the thousands of reasons that she had rejected the marriage proposal? The softest of sighs left her mouth as she found the courage to look up at her brother at last, voice steady and her stance firm. “Perfectly dreadful was what he was.” Perfectly dreadful or not, her rejection was going to be the talk of the party she was sure and that was something she was already dreading almost as much as she was about the fact that she had to explain herself now. “He was dreadfully unintelligent, horribly boring, and he had a strange smile.” Perhaps the latter was her imagination considering how she swore that most men wore the exact same grin. She didn’t want to elaborate further, choosing instead to try and change the subject, shifting balance between her toes and heel before looking to the ground. “Does it matter, brother? There’s still time in the season after all, and the ball tonight. Perhaps some Lord or even a Duke will come and sweep me away into a married life.” That was just words that she was staying to try and soften whatever he said next, though, and she hoped that he didn’t know that, she wouldn't be surprised if he did, though. ~ Anthony Bridgerton ~ Note : This is perfect!! Thank you so much!! I am all the down to do a scene before the ball and think it is perfect!! I am apologizing now for her sass because it is not going to end! |
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Post by authorflies on Mar 27, 2021 3:31:59 GMT
Where Benedict was sitting Eloise could not, instead pacing back and forth, writing journal and quill and hand. She, though, could not find the words, quill resting in the center of the opened book. More than anything else Eloise longed to write, to create, but her mind could not find the words instead preoccupied with mixed emotions on what had occurred during the last few days. Daphne being engaged had turned out to be a far more bittersweet thing than she had assumed it would be. Sure she had gotten her oldest sister's room, but without her sister here was a certain emptiness to the house that had never been there before. She thought that it might feel like how it felt when Colin left but… it didn’t. It was more strange. Sad. There was also this strange anxiety in the fact that she was next, she was going to be thrown into society and expectations. She was going to have to find a husband. Then there was Colin and Miss Marina Thompson, Pen’s cousin. Sure the news had been a shock, but she was excited for him. That was until she looked at her mother and older brother. And then there was Penelope-
Her brother’s words were what snapped her back to the moment, taking a moment more to fully process what he asked. It was a good question and one that she could not even begin to answer. What could mother and Anthony possibly be discussing? “It’s probably a scolding or a lecture of some sort. Perhaps both. Though I can’t imagine why.” If the arrangement was an arrangement made to preserve Marina’s honor then she would understand… but she knew her brother and she didn’t think he would do anything that could harm a woman’s reputation. Sure, their courtship had been short, but if they cared about each other, Eloise saw no problem.
Sitting on the ground nonchalantly, trying to get a peek at his sketchbook, journal set in her lap, frustration and slight worry clear on her face. “The idea of it all is a strange one, don’t you think?” She paused, shaking her head. “I think it’s all strange. Daphne is married and calls somewhere else her home-“ And now Colin would do the same. The smallest pit of sadness stirred in her stomach at the thought, Eloise opening her journal up in favor of expressing it, deciding to try and write. “It’s all overwhelming, but not surprising. There never had been a dull day in our family, after all. There's too many of us for that.”
~ Benedict Bridgerton ~
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Post by authorflies on Mar 26, 2021 14:37:38 GMT
It had been awhile since she was sitting out here, not by choice because she wanted to be here, nothing to worry about save for making sure that she didn't burn her hand and that her mother or Anthony didn't catch her out here. The fact of the matter was, though, that she couldn't be, having many evenings where she would be talking to mother or Daphne when she came to visit about expectation, what she was going to be required to do whilst out around the town, when suitors visited, as though she had never heard it before. Truthfully the pair of them were relentless and she could never get away or the day's preparations had exhausted her- There had never been time until now, and it was strange how quickly her shoulders relaxed she was just by pushing herself for a moment and looking out at the sky. Being relaxed and calming her mind enough to sleep, though? That Eloise could not guarantee. She had to try though. She wanted to.
There was a bit of unsteadiness in her hands as she moved to light the cigarette, though she made do well enough to light it, bringing it to her lips quickly after blowing out the match and tossing it to the grass. Breathing it in, Eloise finally let her mind wander in attempts to process her thousands and thousands of fears about the event that would come tomorrow, meeting - or rather greeting considering how she had met the queen before to which... well she hoped the woman didn't recall her, and then a ball after in the evening. She had observe the proprieties of such event last season, but she was not her sister. She did not have any of the grace of last season incomparable and she had certainly made quite the name for herself when it came to her majesty, but it was perhaps the people that frightened her more than anything. The truth of the matter was that she was going to be pushed around trying to impress the men at the events, trying to catch their eyes so one could steal her away into wifehood. Really, she wasn't sure what scared her more, appearing in front of the queen before the whole ton, the ball after, or the reality that very soon she would have no choice but to become a wife. And then a mother.... all of it felt like it was happening too fast.
Breathing out bit of smoke, Eloise exhaled sharply, mumbling a bit of a curse at the thought and the thousands of nervous what if's that flooded her mind after. It was only hearing something crunch behind her that Eloise snapped out of her head. Once more a swear left her mouth as she lowered the burning stick slightly, turning behind her only to face Benedict, shoulders relaxing just a little bit as the softest of smiles filled her lips. "It's been awhile, hasn't it?" For a moment she looked down, pulling a second cigarette out, turning back and handing it to him. " What is keeping you from sleeping?"
~ Benedict Bridgerton ~
Note : Greetings I am Emotional haha but!! Hopefully this is alright and let me know if you would like me to change anything! I am so excited!
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Post by authorflies on Mar 26, 2021 14:09:04 GMT
Eloise would never call herself nosy, despite how others might have perceived her. For her own sake, to feed her never-ending curiosity she had to know what was going on in the other's life especially even when the second daughter was not involved. She was the middle child, for the younger's sake she felt like she needed to go what was going on Did she pry? Yes. Was there no limit that she would go to for gossip or information? No, there wasn't, but waiting for her brother to return, sitting on the stairs when she was absolutely supposed to be in bed waiting for Daphne, for their mother, or even Anthony in desperate attempts get some answers as to whatever their night had been at the latest social event before Whistledown published it to the world was perhaps a bit of a poor choice. She could get in trouble if caught, though Eloise would argue that she wouldn't have been sleeping, her mind at night either being devoted to her journal or her book, today it was the latter. Reading the written words before her, though, did not stop her mind from wandering.
Would a debutant whisk away her brother or would her sister have been swept off her feet, or maybe the opposite occurred and someone had captured anything new about whom this strange and mysterious masked author of the gossip column might be? That was, perhaps the only good thing about the next season, not missing anything. Perhaps then, if she had not already she might be able to figure out who was paying just a little too much attention to the people as opposed to on the floor dancing. Perhaps someone would have to be lurking around too close to the woman who were gossiping. Then again, that might have been
Musings on Whistledown fell away the moment that she heard the door open, Eloise jumpiming to her speed with such a quick step that the book fell down the stairs. With quick steps, Eloise went straight to her brother, eagerness in her eyes, curiosity, such that she didn't regard the other's entering. She made sure to talk quick, before the others would inquire where she was up, words moving just as fast from her lips as her feet had moved to greet them, wide grin upon her face, almost jumping up and down.
"Well? What happened? I want all the details!"
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