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Post by Tessa Follett on Nov 12, 2022 19:33:38 GMT
It was a mistake indeed, and not just because Tessa had a fondness for Eloise's brother (and she missed the banter!). She pressed her fingers to her cheek to think of a way to begin, to make the most of the time that he would allow them to speak to him on a matter of education (though she hoped it would be more because they were talking about a noble man, instead of a lower class woman). She nodded when Eloise had asked if she's seen his art, to know that he was talented. "He is indeed talented. It's a shame he let a monetary donation derail his interests" But then she gasped, and refocused her gaze onto El's face, before turning her surprised look into a grin.
"I know where a couple of his pieces are, ones that he left behind. I had been in a parlor, instructed to sort and make it look more orderly for a classroom." She said, nodding down the hall. They were at the threshold of the Headmaster's office but Tessa had to pull them away. It was awful the amount of work they had to put into this escapade. Between trying to sweeten the time they got with the head man of the academy to running down the halls to gather materials to present their case (and even if it was Ben they were helping, of course the women were the ones taking care of the man huh?). She didn't race down the hall like a small child, but she was deliberate in her steps to get to the new classroom as quickly as she could without the raucous echo of feet pounding down against the stone. "It is thankfully not far." Was all she uttered as she trudged along, leading Miss Bridgerton along.
@eloisebridgerton
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Post by Tessa Follett on Nov 10, 2022 23:13:15 GMT
Out in society? She forgot for a moment that seemed to be the fate of the upper class. To be paraded around to the other nobles and put up on a pedestal to become eye candy for the men of the 'Ton. She was grateful that her upbringing included mucking stalls and running through fields barefoot rather than dolled up in exquisite dresses and walking straight and tall. And she rather enjoyed the fact that despite being in this upper class society, Eloise Bridgerton seemed to not want anything to do with it. How refreshing, as even the women she'd find 'down here' in the middle and lower classes still dreamed of that lifestyle. If she were ever to be put in that situation, there would be a lot of mourning, like the hypocrit she could be.
All Tessa could do was merely shrug. If anyone would be at least willing to let a couple of women plead a case, that would be the current headmaster, of which she took them outside his office door. She nodded her head towards it when she asked if there was anyone willing to listen. "This would be him. Perhaps because we are talking about a man he will listen better to reason." Was all she said, before brushing off her dress. "How is it you want to go about this?" Tessa asked simply, because they'd need a plan to gain any sort of chance.
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Post by Tessa Follett on Nov 10, 2022 2:48:35 GMT
Tessa knew that their friendship, their affections, would only be fleeting, because even though here in within these walls they were just Tessa and Benedict, out there where it was real life they were 'Academy Model' and nobleman. And perhaps she shouldn't have afforded herself the luxury to find such bliss in his presence. To be wholly herself, joking around, flirting, competing, with this man who saw her naked and printed it up on a canvas. She couldn't help herself really. He had been utterly adorable that very first look and she was drawn to him. And so she relished every moment they got, to exchange ideas, to confide in one another, to savor the silence and the moments like these. He treated her as an equal and not a lesser being because she had not been lucky enough to be born into a seat of luxury.
When he whispered the same sentiments she just sighed in contentment. She truly cherished him and the connection they had created here. She could not find it anywhere else. The pressures of the outside world for her to find a husband was non-existent here where she could create a real kinship with someone without the existential dread of forever (though would she mind it after all this time? No, but she knew better!).
Tessa also knew better that he would leave the academy behind, and most likely these moments. Not for lack of desire, but because these things were not acceptable in his world compared to hers. She felt badly for that, that he wasn't allowed the same freedoms, that he had the ever present watchful eye of the 'Ton at his backside with every move he'd make. She heard him speak of how his privilege truly was knowing her. Tessa couldn't help but smile, genuinely, though she felt an ache deep in her chest. "Stay with me," She spoke softly, trying to hide any sort of emotion her brain was trying to have her show, "for as long as we have left." She didn't want to speak that last sentence, but she couldn't kid herself. When he walked out of these doors for the last time, that was going to be it for this little fairytale kinship they built. It would be time to move on, into the roles society wanted for the both of them, with only the memories to share.
Benedict Bridgerton
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Post by Tessa Follett on Nov 9, 2022 23:10:14 GMT
She saw his smile change to become more genuine and she again felt the easing of the guilt and the burdens, but not so much another relapse back into that dark abyss he cast himself into. They were not out of the woods yet, but they at least had found themselves in the safety of a clearing. There was silence between them for a short time that still felt comfortable, interrupted by his thank you but it was still so soft and intimate that she just felt warm. She always did, but even in the academy during the night when there was usually a chill, she felt the warmth of the company she kept. And she always just felt so content and happy in his presence. There was just something so warm and inviting when she thought of him. Intoxicating even.
Just as soon as the thought went fleeting by, Benedict took her hand and kissed the back of it and she felt her heart flutter. To think, a man could bring her to her knees without even trying when her entire being was based on being better. But perhaps, it was because Ben was not like the others. He was not perpetuating the stereotype of men were better. And he didn't make her feel uncomfortable, he praised her and lifted her up. Case in point, when he said she deserved a place here more than he, and she smiled. She may not agree to him not being here but the comment made her feel appreciated and seen for who she was and not what others thought she should be. Accepted. "You really know what to say to make a girl swoon." She jested playfully.
What he said next really did 'take her breath away'. She knew that she had told herself, that she did not want to force someone to stay if they truly wished to leave. She did not want to plead, or beg, or put someone in a position like that. But the more time they stood there in the quiet, the softness, the warmth, the more she felt like she could actually shed tears should he really leave. Tessa could feel a tear well in the corner of her eye but she blinked it away and turned her head to regain control of her resolve. She didn't want anyone to guilt her into doing something she did not want to do, for any reason, so why should she be a hypocrit now?
"I adore you, you know." She stated simply, chuckling lightly while her face was turned down, her eyes closed lightly, and her head shaking just slightly. She leaned forward so that her forehead could press against him. The most real statement she could muster, without bursting.
Benedict Bridgerton
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Post by Tessa Follett on Nov 9, 2022 22:22:50 GMT
Tessa listened to the intent that Eloise had in coming to the academy, all for the sake of trying to heal the burden that her brother felt with the academy. The words she spoke rang true, too often, even before word of his brother's donation destroyed whatever confidence he had in his skills, that Tessa would have to praise his works and point out the skill in the pictures and the paintings. The brilliant works of art that he'd create that he couldn't see from the outside. She thought that Eloise was quite gallant in a way most men were made to act, wanting to speak with someone about his departure and see what she could do to light the fire beneath him again. "I admire that quality you have there." She said as she slowed as they neared the offices. "The loyalty and the determination. Don't lose that." She chuckled. Please, just do not lose the light and the fight in the your eyes, she'd think to herself.
Her next questions and comments made Tessa tilt her head in curiosity. Did she have an interest in it? "Of course. I want to be my own person and not what society believes I should be." She responded, as bewildered by Eloise and her affirmations of woman power, as she was sure Eloise was herself. When Eloise spoke of having wanted to attend university but not being afford the opportunity because she was born a female, she shook her head. "It's a shame, that time is wasted on boys who have no sense of direction rather than a woman who has the resolve to pull through." She commented, finding her new found company to be rather enjoyable, as she halted to carry on this discussion. "I do what I can. It's why I model for the boys. So I can retain the lessons to use at the end." And she winked. @eloisebridgerton
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Post by Tessa Follett on Nov 9, 2022 21:56:33 GMT
This girl was quite forward and assertive, and Tessa really enjoyed that aspect upon a first meeting. So often the women she met around London were so soft spoken and delicate, staying in their lanes as they'd always been told, and not aspiring to anything higher than being a young woman on the arm of a man. Oh it for certain wasn't something Tessa knew that one day she would want, but to clambor for it and yearn for it in a way that wild animals yearn for each other during season? It just seemed, well, a bit silly. Tessa rather enjoyed having her own personality and not being 'just a woman'. Having her own dreams of betterment and not complacency. But when she heard her, finally, utter Bridgerton and then proclaiming a need to talk to someone here, at the art academy, about her brother, her heart did indeed skip a beat. "Your brother is Benedict?" She asked, quick and taking Eloise by the hand to begin walking towards, well the place that she wanted to go to speak. "Has something happened?" She asked, obviously knowing that he had left the school, much to her dismay, but in a protective fashion she wanted to make sure his head was still on straight.
"Truthfully, the men of this establishment will no doubt ignore you or just not deign to speak with you." She said, with a bit of an irritated harumpf at the end of her sentence. She tried to lead her through the crowds, through the halls, to where the president and his cabinet no doubt would be at that moment. "They haven't yet grasped the concept of equality, even if two founders were women." Her favorite factoid in the long standing battle of being permitted to become a student.
@eloisebridgerton
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Post by Tessa Follett on Nov 9, 2022 21:30:19 GMT
Don't you think it odd that a woman was sitting so precariously close to a lecture hall of an academy? Or that that same woman would be staring down into a sketchpad and scribling furiously as a low baritone voice boomed from the room. Of course it is odd. But Tessa didn't do odd, she merely did whatever she needed to get ahead in a patriarchal world. Even if it meant sitting on a cold stone benchway in a cold corridor to listen in on a class. She didn't mind the glances, as most often it was other students who had seen her at her most vulnerable and thought nothing of her presence here. She was deep in thought, before hearing the class end and she hastily gathered up her charcoals and her pad and stood to straight her gown. That was when she heard the groan of another woman, so closeby, and she lifted her gaze to meet that of Eloise, who looked like she felt as out of place as they both really were.
Tessa chuckled and smiled when Eloise asked if she worked here, she was a smart one that was for sure. Tessa nodded, standing up far straighter now that she had straightened out her dress. "More or less. I model for the classes." She responded, she did get paid for it, though minimally and she got the lectures out of it as well which was worth every glance and every stare (though she did feel powerful, to know that her body was mezmerizing). "I'm Tessa, who might you be?" She asked, curious, as you didn't see many females here who weren't here to disrobe for hungry eyes.
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Post by Tessa Follett on Nov 9, 2022 21:15:17 GMT
Just as soon as she felt the ease of the burden's Benedict was carrying as he stood here, she felt them intesify all over again. It hurt her, indeed, that he felt something so sad so ferociously that a brief moment of peace could cause such a lapse.
Tessa felt his hand move then and be placed on her own. She knew all along that of course his hands would be larger than her own but it was still a bewildering fact, nonetheless. The warmth made her smile slightly, before it faded to a pensive expression as he spoke those few words. She could hear in the way he articulated it so clearly, that he was not seeking her pity. He did not say them to provoke a long winded 'you belong here' speech that so many would probably launch themselves into, though she did want it. It was not for lack of wanting that she kept silent still in that moment. He spoke again, so sweet and so despondent, and she could feel her heart weep. In the next breath she could merely shake her head to piece together her thoughts and her words.
"I do not agree." She started with, soft and just barely audible to bring a tenderness to the night. Tessa waited, she wanted her words to sink in, to find a way into his mind and into his feelings. She turned to face him then, moving her hand only enough that it still be placed upon him affectionately, to let him know she was here to support him, as if he didn't already know. "I believe you, Ben." She spoke, nodding just so slightly. "What I don't believe, is you not belonging here." Simple as that. Regardless of the how, his talents and abilities were proof enough that he deserved a place in the Royal Academy. "You are a talented artist and a delightful person." Tessa spoke again, and she couldn't help but put a tiny little grin on her face as lifted her head up to see more fully into his face, into his eyes. "And how would I prove my artistic mettle against you without you here to keep me afloat?" Soft, affectionate, in jest, and yet truthful. She did not want to be a driving force behind keeping him where he did not want to be, but she didn't feel as though he had it set he wanted to leave, only that he felt he had to.
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Post by Tessa Follett on Nov 9, 2022 20:08:05 GMT
The Royal Academy was a large place. A large building with largely empty hallways that allowed even the soft pitter patter of the feet of mice to echo, albeit softly. Tessa moved about the corridors with a sense of purpose. She had a mission she was set on and she wouldn't stop her movements until she came to the end of it. It didn't take her long, surprisingly, to find just that -- the end to her searching. Perhaps because she knew that this room held what she searched for, or perhaps she just had good luck. Regardless, her eyes peered into the darkened room and saw his figure standing in the pale light of whatever moon was out. She paused in the doorway, a hand placed gently on the frame, seeing just the tiniest hint of the whites of his eyes with his fleeting glance before they turned back, and the forlorn air hit her square in the chest. She paused only a moment more to let him have one more solitary moment of woe before she moved into the room. Again with purpose, her rather simple gown flowing so slightly behind her with her speed. She had heard along the grapevine about his place in the academy and knew as she heard the talking that he'd be off on his own. Tessa had just had this nagging feeling as she'd stand still in those classes, hearing the whisperings between the students, that Ben too would find out and would need a shoulder, even if he thought he didn't. So she appeared in a moment of need, to just slide up next to him and stand in silence, her hands clasped in front of her and her eyes set forward out the window. For a brief moment she'd do as he did, gently turn her head just enough to set her gaze on him, and then turn it back. She'd slip her hand up to rest it on his arm, as if he still needed to know that she was here, for him, if he needed the company.
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Post by Tessa Follett on Nov 9, 2022 2:05:01 GMT
| ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name:. Tessa Follett .:Nick Name:. Tess, Tessie .:Rank:. Lower Class .:Age:. 25
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. A slender frame though muscled legs, slender fingers with some light scarring, deep brown hair that is mostly kept tied in an upstyle, naturally wavy. Eyes are round and soft, a dark reddish brown surrounded by dark and long eyelashes. She's of slight above average height and average weight for a woman. .:Height:. 5'8" .:Portrayed by:. Emily Barber
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:. Calm - From a young age she learned that in order to get ahead in this world she needed to be level-headed amidst disagreements or situations where her emotions could be considered irrational and she could be ignored being a woman. This stemmed from her upbringing where it was just that, a woman that was upset was hysterical and to be cast aside until they'd 'calmed down'. She keeps herself guarded in situations where her flight or fight response begs her to run away or release her claws, keeping her cool until she can speak in articulate thoughts. Sensitive - She may be able to keep herself from having a meltdown or running away, but on the inside she feels like she needs to melt away into the floor. Confrontation has never been her strong suite, and it continues to be a weakness. If she seems fine in the heat of the moment, do not worry, as behind a curtain or closed door she may have a panic attack or shed the tears that so badly wanted to run. Friendly - It's hard for Tessa to truly harbor ill-will towards anyone unless it's really warranted. That being said, she doesn't hold people too close or dear that she's made plenty of friends that she'll see around. If someone approaches her, she doesn't back off with reproach or a scowl but she doesn't go out of her way to make contact with an unknown person. It's just easiest for her to maintain her distance unless someone else confronts her. She has a face that is beautiful but looks so scornful if she's concentrating or relaxed, but the light in her eyes does turn on with conversation. Loyal - She may not have friends, but she is quite loyal when she's created a relationship with someone. Certain models she has met at the art school that she has gotten along with can count on her for help because of this. .:Skills:. Charcoal medium, Oil painting, Realism, Flute, horsemanship .:Weaknesses:. Confrontation skills, animal artwork, oversharer
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.:Birthplace:. A small farming community outside of London .:Family:. Leith Follett (father, deceased), Vivian Follett (mother, deceased), Rebekka Follett (elder sister), Martin Follett (elder brother), Meredith Follett (youngest sister), Luke Follett (youngest brother) .:Occupation:. Model at the Royal Academy of Art .:History:. Tessa grew up as a farming girl. Every morning since she turned 4 she was tending to chickens, ducks, helping her father and siblings with all manner of farmstead chores and her mother with household chores. Her life wasn't glamorous, but it was not wrought with peril or hard times (not to her at any rate). On her off times, she discovered a love of art and dabbled with whatever she could. She'd take the cooled charcoal from fire places and would use that to draw on barn walls or scraps of paper, which is how she discovered her talent for it. Her parents, though they obviously wanted her to spend more time on lessons and chores, still managed to obtain artistry tools for her to experiment with. When she was 10 years old her mother became very ill, and the homestead fell into dissarray. It lasted only a few weeks before her mother succumbed to whatever sickness was ailing her, and it seemed the family fell apart. At this time, she took up her mother's flute and began to play it, and though through practice she did have a talent musically, it seemed to cause much more strife with her family. Her father began ignoring the children, began his 'women are to be ignored if they cannot keep calm', and fell into a depression that cused the collapse of the family structure and the farmstead. When he died a few years later, Tessa was heartbroken merely for the loss of both of her parents and the life she had before the illness took their mother. The siblings all collected up everything relating to the farm, the tools and the animals and the home itself, and sold it off to give each sibling a share and they parted ways. Tessa is unsure how her siblings are doing as she lost track of their addresses from the post constantly, but assumes since no one has come to tell her they have died, that they must be alive somewhere and her hope is they are doing great things. She came to London on those funds, finding odd jobs that mostly involved moving items for businesses or cleaning, and eventually when she became 22, she became a model for the art school, when he request to join for the academia was denied due to women not being allowed. She's been modelling the past few years, taking in all the information she can from the lectures she models for, with the hope that she'll someday be able to finally be accepted as a student and not just a muse.
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