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Tagging : ~ @phillipaf ~ 

    They were nothing that she was ever eager to talk about, but she did have them, nor something that she was going to acknowledge except when he woke to her having a bad dream. They always seemed to come from nowhere and she knew not how to wake herself, and though she knew that they were far from her life in the moment with her eyes shut she could nothing but stay still, stuck, frozen until she would jolt awake and, this time, had clearly woken harsh enough to pull her husband from his slumber.

      “I did not intend to wake you.” Her voice was soft, careful, slow and steady as though if she kept it soft enough she could somehow soothe him to sleep. Fingers moved gently to his cheek, thankful for the darkness that surrounded them. She was not sure if she had shook in her slumber, but she did know now she had water in her eyes, tears that she was trying not to shed. Her past deserved no more than that- It was nothing more after all. Her past. She was so many steps away from that life and still there were times that she felt herself looking back, what if’s- impossibilities suddenly becoming possible in the dark, behind her eyelids.

    What if Benedict had been unable to aid her and she was sent to Australia? Or killed? What if he hadn’t found her at that party? What if she had not taken the position at Bridgerton estate? Or, even thinking back so far, what if she had not attended the masked ball at all? Where would she have been now? The thought chills her to her core and the questions overwhelming her to the point where it was affecting her dreams.

    Moving just a little bit closer to him, Sophie continued to thumb small circles in her husband’s cheek, smiling still, swallowing harshly as she finally let her gaze fall away, rolling onto her back as she stared up at the ceiling, her hand moving from his cheek to his hand, fiddling with fingers for a moment, thinking, trying to shake it all. “Close your eyes, my love. I will sleep in a moment.” She hoped she would at least. “I just… need a moment.”

Tag : ~ Benedict Bridgerton ~ 
Note : I went with Benedict BUT! I would love to write one when Benedict has nightmares and she comforts him ( let me know and I will type up a starter!! ) 

    The moment that she was dragged closer, Sophie found herself unable to swallow up the light and joyful feeling that bubbled inside of her chest. It was brought to her far easier than she could ever imagine, ease and warmth. It was a joy that she never thought she would know, only read about and witness in the eyes of others, marriage. Some days there was a chance that she might have found love, and she did, one night at a masquerade ball, but even then she knew- or rather assumed that it would be nothing more than that- a night, a moment. What came after at the moment she least expected, though was another and another and him- Her husband. The only thing that she could do was smile and lean closer.

    Against his lips her smile grew just a little bit, lingering close until he drew back, the softest of hums leaving of her mouth. “Perhaps I must come in here and be a distraction more often.” Words said as her lips turned upwards in a smirk, letting one of her hands move so to comb through his hair, the other around him still, thumbing small circles in his back, pressing the softest of kisses to his neck. Her head rested on his chest, looking up at him until he looked away, her gaze following his to the painting, cheeks turning a shade of pink at his flirt, chuckling just a little bit. “Lord Colborne certainly commissioned the best artist. I can promise you that much.” It was one of many things that she adored about him, his passion for art and the art that he created and if offering her critique could assist then she would do such without hesitation.

    “I can tell you that I believe Lady Colborne will be extremely pleased with this surprise.” Sophie knew that for a certainty, sealing to words with another kiss to his neck before turning back to look at the piece. For a long moment she was silent, looking the painting before her up and down, trying to scan for anything that could be improved on and struggling a little, like always. She liked to try and give him something to improve upon or at least was slightly constructive, but it usually was something that was a stretch. He was fantastic, and she hoped he saw it just as she did. “It looks marvelous, my dear. I think my favorite is the detail in her face. Especially the eyes." She always found that there was so much life in his work. "I dare say this is my second favorite out of all the portraits I've seen." 

Tag : ~Benedict Bridgerton~

It was a a strange feeling that had been in her chest these last few days. She was happy, happier than she had ever felt in her entire life. After all of this time she never thought that she would find herself here in the position she was in now, and yet there was something just slightly off. It was nothing about Benedict and nothing about his assurances either, they did help or rather he did, but not fully.



Nothing against any of the Bridgerton’s- They were lovely, welcoming, the girls treating her as though she had always been part of their family and from what she could tell, in support of their union, but Sophie knew how this might be viewed. The last thing she wants to do is cause a scandal or leave the family with unanswered questions or any doubt on who she was and her intentions. A conversation needed to happen. There was no better time to have it than now.



Perhaps it might have been a brave thing to do, but it was also a necessary one. Even if she did not ever turn what she assumed Anthony thought of her around, she did not want to enter this family on any ill grounds, nor cause any tension with Benedict and his older brother. Furthermore, she would hope it was customary to talk to the head of the households upon entering a family, but with all of the rushing around to prepare for the wedding, there simply had not been time.



Though the smile on her face was mostly gone, there was still a softness to her face, carefully moving into the room, taking it in, but not sitting down just yet, waiting to be invited, trying not to fall into her head at the shock and still confusion about the new term. She… was still not certain about how she would adjust to that- the new formalities of this rank, but that did not matter. Not to her. It was Benedict, her love that did and nothing more. Everything else would be learned with time and for now, what mattered was making her intentions clear.



“Sophie is quite alright.” That is as a good place to start. “Forgive me for my boldness and for taking you away for a moment, but I simply feel that there is plenty to discuss, much of it being something that we should have talked about sooner, but with the rush of these affairs I did not know of when else we might be able to talk until now.” Her words were slow, paced with caution but not at all practiced, leaving her almost wishing she had written this all in ink and then read it over and over until it clicked in her head. “I know there is many things that I find myself wanting to know and questions that I wish to ask you, but further I assume that you might have more to ask than I.” If she had not been so nervous, she might have made some joke but for now, she could not.



Eyes falling to the ground for a moment before casting back up to look at her soon to be brother-in-law, Sophie tilted her head just a bit, trying to think on how to explain this without making herself sound like a problem. “I will do my best to answer any questions-“ Or concerns, though she didn’t say that. “You might have.”


Tag : ~Anthony Bridgerton~

    It was almost ironic in truth, at least to her. What truly brought the pair of them together again after years of being apart was now what was taking them away from each other. Everything inside of her wanted to be angry, she was, but most of her was just sade and worried- for Benedict’s sake. It was not fair for him, not when they had spent more time searching for each other than they had being husband and wife. It was not fair. No, nothing about it was fair at all, and as much as she tried to be the wishful thinker, she was not so much on this. On her husband finding love again? Yes. On him becoming the most successful and esteemed artist in all of England? Without doubt. Her survival, though? That… was much more complicated and that, while she would never show it to her husband, she was losing faith in.

    The days seemed to blur just a bit, never quite being able to tell the difference between the day and the night, constantly going in and out of slumber, waking at random points through the day. She was fighting sleep the best she could, but there was only so much that she could do. She could just be there why she could, fight while she had the will and energy to do so. Try, but also wait and see. ...Sophie liked to believe that she was and could be patient, but this was testing her. This uncertainty... the silent fear and continent mixing in her as well as the sheer regret of a life she was just starting to live. ...She would be thankful for what she had though. She had to be, and as she woke now, eyes just barely opening enough to look at him.

    As much as she longed to reply back verbally, it took her a moment, instead trying to ground herself in his smile. For a long while she only blinked, eyes adjusting to the light that leaked into the room but as he became clearer, her dry lips turned upwards into the smallest of smiles in return. Another moment and a harsh swallow of nothing and Sophie could finally speak- though her words were not what they once were, instead quiet and strained. “Ben-edict.” Her smile grew a bit as the words left her mouth at last staring at him for a moment more before trying to move if only to find out what time of day it was, a free hand slipping from the covers to hold his hand. Her mind cried for her to say something more, but she found herself uncertain on what to say, settling for the first thought that came to mind, despite her head moving to the window. "What... time-?" It was better than the questions that came to her mind first- What did the doctors say? How are you? Those could wait for a moment longer. For now she wanted to keep the smile on his face there for as long as possible.


Tag : ~Benedict Bridgerton~ 
Note : I am both still in shock that this was the very first meme for them AND am having all the FEELS tonight thank you