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Post by Anthony Bridgerton on Mar 20, 2021 19:26:30 GMT
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Post by Anthony Bridgerton on Mar 20, 2021 19:25:23 GMT
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Post by Anthony Bridgerton on Mar 20, 2021 19:25:09 GMT
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Post by Anthony Bridgerton on Mar 20, 2021 19:24:59 GMT
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Post by Anthony Bridgerton on Mar 20, 2021 19:24:40 GMT
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Post by Anthony Bridgerton on Mar 20, 2021 19:13:20 GMT
i will ALWAYS PROTECT YOU The only thing more taxing that attending an event was indeed hosting one. The entire household had been making preparations for the party, inviting those that they deemed suitable to the event. And as the host -- and head of the family -- Anthony of course had to make it a point to see and converse with each and every guest, no matter how brief. Should he be able to even say just a few words to each in attendance, then he would have done his duty. It was what the Viscount was currently making effort to do.
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Though despite the internal struggle to try and greet all, no one would be any the wiser based on his outward appearance. After all, Anthony Bridgerton had spent the last decade of his life guarding his emotions and portraying this stoic front. So he placed a smile on his lips and casually, smoothly made way through the crowd, person by person. Exchanging pleasantries and jovial discussions. As he paused to take a sip of his drink, he took notice of one particular guest that Anthony had invited himself.
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A man who was standing on his own -- something that the eldest Bridgerton son would see too. "Mr Anwyl," Anthony greeted with a genuine smile. "Good of you to come." Of course Anthony was no fool -- despite what some of his family may say. He knew that one did not decline the invitation of a noble. But still. Anthony was sincere in his gladness to see him present. "
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Post by Anthony Bridgerton on Mar 19, 2021 1:28:07 GMT
 Tag: lennie1 Note: Better layout coming soon! i will ALWAYS PROTECT YOU His heart continued to ache for the youngest Bridgerton, as she thanked him and spoke of missing him. "I know," he said softly, a tone reserved only for those like Hyacinth. Those he loved so dearly. After all, the feeling was mutual. He too missed his father, more than he was capable of expressing. He was the oldest and had therefore, known Edmund the longest. He was fortunate to have had the most years with him out of any other Bridgerton, and he cherished every moment they shared.
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The day he learned of his father's death was such a strong memory, vivid . . . as Anthony could recall every single detail of that singular most devastating moment of his life. When she moved back from the embrace, he knew where her eyes went to before having to follow her gaze to what they rested on. "As do I," he said, knowing that there was nothing else he could say that would ease the pain of losing a father she knew never. It was truly a tragedy and Anthony would give anything for her to not have to suffer this pain.
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"I wish he had met you." Just the way she is now. Though he knew that Edmund would have been so much more for her; more than Anthony could ever be despite his best efforts. She shifted positions and asked him to tell her about him. Anthony gave a small smile, knowing that this helped her and he would do whatever he could for her. "He was the most brilliant man I have ever known," Anthony began to explain. "A man who held so much knowledge of so many things." Useful or not, Anthony had held on to every word that his father had said to him. Eager to follow in his footsteps.
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"He would tell me poetry and philosophy. He would tell me a bedtime story, every single night and never would two of them be the same unless I asked him to retell a favourite." Which did not often happen for he had always wanted to learn more. "He used to go on long hikes, allowing me to go with him and when Benedict was born, rather than depriving one of us of his company, he built a carrier so that he may hold Benedict as he walked and I moved alongside him." Anthony had gotten used to speaking of these stories; snippets of these memories. He had spent a decade guarding his emotions and concealing the magnitude of them, stoic in his delivery of anything related to his father. "He never left us wanting for anything." Not necessarily monetarily, but more so . . . when it came to affection, time and most of all, love.
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Post by Anthony Bridgerton on Mar 18, 2021 1:54:50 GMT
Tag: lennie2 Note: Better layout coming soon! i will ALWAYS PROTECT YOU Anthony couldn't help the expression that could perhaps be described as somewhat smug on his face. One that not everyone would even be able to recognize. But Penelope, upon offering clarification for the meaning of her words . . . was able to indeed recognize it. She was after all, no fool. Far from it. His lips curved upwards into a smile as she laughed, glad for the melodic sound that replaced the uncomfortable silence that Cressida's words or sometimes mere presence due to her gazes, often inspired.
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He continued to smile as she provided further justification, calling his plan wicked -- which indeed it was yet Anthony held no regrets for it. And then even offering the counter of it, saying that he may have taught her a life long lesson from it. "Perhaps one day, she will thank me for it," he said jokingly, knowing that may not reflect that deeply into herself. The vain seldom did. "Though it is not simply about her not jumping to conclusions," Anthony continued. "But rather, her not making assumptions about you." It was specific to Penelope.
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While Anthony obviously didn't enjoy any woman being demeaned or ridiculed, he did not intervene on everyone's behalf. He knew better than to over involve himself in the gossips and chatter of women. But Penelope, was of course the exception. There were indeed few, and she was among them. "You are undeserving of her taunts and gazes." Both things Anthony did not fail to notice.
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"So yes. Perhaps she will indeed think twice, before making assumption that any gentleman would not ask for your hand to dance." He gave a small nod when she thanked him, "There is no need for gratitude. It is always a pleasure to be in your company." Whether it was because of Eloise's close friendship, or even his brother's rapport with her . . . however Anthony knew Penelope, he meant his words.
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Post by Anthony Bridgerton on Mar 18, 2021 0:37:05 GMT
Tag: lennie2 Note: Better layout coming soon! i will ALWAYS PROTECT YOU No matter how guarded and how trained one was to conceal their emotion to avoid a look of anger . . . seeing that flicker of it, and perhaps embarrassed, flash over Cressida's otherwise perfectly poised features, was forcing Anthony to bite back a smirk of satisfaction. If there was a strong quality of Anthony Bridgerton that one would know, it was his fierce loyalty to his family, and those he cared for. A strong protective urge that would prompt him to do anything to protect them. Physically and emotionally. Cressida compromised that with her unkindness and taunting towards Penelope. And in this moment, she knew better than to express her . . . displeasure perhaps, over the embarrassment of her own actions. Born of a narrow minded individual who did not even consider the possibility that a man would ever ask for Penelope's hand.
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So has hidden as her true emotions were, Anthony returned the concealment when she spoke of Penelope as a dear friend. All three in this group knew that was untrue, yet none would voice it. Still. The underlying mutual understanding was there. "Enjoy your evening," he told her politely. A way of indicating that he had no intention of approaching her, nor asking her to dance. Instead, he focused his attentions back on Penelope, where they initially lay as the young Featherington accepted his offer both verbally and by taking his arm. As they made their way toward the dance floor, Penelope quietly spoke of how she believed Cressida was displeased with him.
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"Really?" He asked with feigned innocence and surprise, though not overly exaggerated. "I can't imagine the reason why," he added on almost playfully. They both knew the reason, but Anthony just did not care for Cressida's good graces. "Is it truly the fault of mine, that she misunderstood to whom I was speaking to?" Another play at innocence absolving himself of any blame, for Anthony knew full well that it had been part of the intention for her to misunderstand. Besides, he wished for this to be about Penelope, not Cressida and her cruelty towards the kind woman.
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Post by Anthony Bridgerton on Mar 17, 2021 23:11:27 GMT
Tag: lennie2 Note: Better layout coming soon! i will ALWAYS PROTECT YOU While Cressida's reaction should come as no surprise, and was indeed expected . . . it was still disappointing. For her to make such a grand assumption about who he was referring to. There was absolutely nothing wrong with Penelope and for one to not even consider the possibility that he may be talking to her . . . well, Anthony knew it was why he did not specify to begin with. A lesson for the Lady Cowper.
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He smiled and nodded at both women upon their return of greeting but spoke after Cressida told him of space on her dance card for him. He looked between both women for a moment before voicing his thoughts. "Forgive me Lady Cowper," he began, giving her a moment to question what he was apologizing for before making it known. "But I was speaking to Lady Featherington," he clarified, looking past Cressida as she had stepped forward to seemingly block Penelope. So he took a step to the side and held out his arm to her.
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"If she would so do me the honor," he added on, of course wanting to leave her with choice. He had to fight the urge to look at Cressida as he was mainly focused on Penelope. He had not failed to recognize her expression when approaching . . . nor the eye roll that he had to fight back a smile of amusement upon seeing. No. Penelope did not deserve this kind of treatment from Cressida or anyone else, and Anthony wished to make clear point of that.
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Post by Anthony Bridgerton on Mar 16, 2021 23:59:39 GMT
i will ALWAYS PROTECT YOU There weren't many that Anthony trusted, nor considered a dear and close friend. Bassett Hastings was one of the few. So to see him returned to London was indeed a joyous thing. The man was now Duke and somehow, it was difficult for Anthony to wrap his head around. Perhaps because he knew titles had never stood between them. That they had become friends and bonding over more than rank. A similarity of personality and a mutual understanding as well as respect.
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It was why he insisted that Simon join him at the club today, so that they may catch up. Anthony knew the loss of a father though he also knew that Simon's upbringing was quite different than Anthony's own where it came to family. When he saw Simon enter, he stood up with a smile. "Hastings, come," he urged, motioning to the vacant seat across from him. Vacant; because Anthony had made sure no one sat there. "Will you have a drink?" Anthony both asked and offered. The two shared quite the memories from their days at Oxford. Memories that Anthony held quite dear and ones that had allowed him to form a bond . . . one that time had not severed.
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Post by Anthony Bridgerton on Mar 16, 2021 23:46:27 GMT
Tag: lennie1 Note: Better layout coming soon! i will ALWAYS PROTECT YOU Hyacinth did not respond with words, but her actions spoke much louder. She wrapped her arms around his waist, nestling against his chest as he heard her sob. His arms immediately engulfed around her, gently holding her close to him. To hear the sound of sadness, made his heart ache. The intense need to protect his family so strongly ingrained within him . . . often mixed with the pain of knowing his failures in doing so. He knew he could not protect them from everything. But despite what he knew to be rational, he would fight damn hard to try. And Hyacinth, the youngest of them all would perhaps be the one he would try to protect the most.
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Her words only added to the ache in his own heart, hearing her speak of their father and whether he would have been disappointed in her. The pain of losing someone they knew versus the pain of losing someone who they didn't know. But either way, it was someone loved. Which pain was worse? One could never be quite sure. All he knew in this moment was that his dear sister was hurting, and he would do anything, and give anything to ease that pain and take it all upon himself so that she would not have to endure it.
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Her words demanded answer. Ones that Anthony could speak with the utmost, fervent truth. "Not in the slightest." His words holding no doubt; no uncertainty. Because, he was indeed certain. Edmund would never be disappointed in her. Anthony moved one hand to gently stroke the back of her head in a soothing, nurturing manner. "He would have been so proud of you," he told her, voice filled with sincerity. Yet her question, often filled his own mind as well . . . though about himself. Would Edmund have been disappointed in him?
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Post by Anthony Bridgerton on Mar 16, 2021 23:35:56 GMT
Tag: lennie2 Note: Better layout coming soon! i will ALWAYS PROTECT YOU Anthony had parted ways with members of his family in attendance of this event. He attended because he had a role to fulfill. Not because he sough to join others on the dance floor, or mingle amongst the crowds. He often came with purpose, evident to those who knew him well as his eyes scanned the crowd around him. Politely conversing with those who approached and of course offering greetings to those who were familiar.
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It was in fact what he had been doing when his eyes causally surveyed the room, only to land on Penelope Featherington. She was of course a dear friend of Eloise and from the interactions that he'd had with her, a very pleasant young woman. But it was not her presence that alerted him for she was to be expected at this event. No. It was the woman who stood with her that caused him concern. Because, he knew all too well about Cressida Cowper and the demeaning remarks that she could be making at Penelope's expense.
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Had Eloise been present, she would have found a way to deter the woman. But as she was not, Anthony suddenly felt this responsibility to intervene. Growing up and even raising four sisters certainly did that to him; created a protective nature that would aim to keep those he cared about from harm. Whether its harm of words or harm of actions. Among women, it was most often the former.
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So excusing himself from the current conversation, he made his way over to Penelope and Cressida, concealing any expression of concern and merely replacing it with the stoic, composed demeanor that he so often carried. "Good evening," he greeted. "I do hope there is room on your dance card for my name, should you so desire to save one for me." Purposely, avoiding saying exactly who he was referring to. If Cressida sought to embarrass Penelope, well then Anthony could surely return the favor.
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Post by Anthony Bridgerton on Mar 16, 2021 23:22:05 GMT
i will ALWAYS PROTECT YOU Anthony of course enjoyed attending any show that Siena starred in, often among the audience and just watching her with silent praise and admiration. With lust and desire. A combination of all things often leading him to her personal room where they would enjoy the pleasures they found in each other. But what they had started . . . was leading to something more. The frequency in which they met growing. And the distance that the had to maintain, only intensifying the desire.
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But what they had started . . . was leading to something more. The frequency in which they met growing. And the distance that the had to maintain, only intensifying the desire. So by the time he did see her again, he felt overcome with the need for her. And coming here no longer seemed practical for how much he wanted to see her. He wanted to take care of her. Protect her. Look after her. And that was what led to what was in a small little box that remained safe in his pocket. A box that he would give her tonight; one which contained the key to her new apartment.
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So once the show was over, Anthony let some time pass, drifting into the background and finding a quiet place to wait. He was well aware of the need for . . . discretion. Their relations need not be public knowledge nor exposed. Though while he knew that was a risk, the joy of being with her seemed to outweigh all else. Glancing at his watch and deciding adequate time had passed, he made his way on the familiar path towards her dressing room.
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This seemed to be a rather common occurrence so long as Anthony was able to escape for the night. As he approached, the door was closed and he immediately knocked on it, hoping that the wait to see her would not be any further drawn out. After spending the last little while watching her, he longed for nothing more than to touch her.
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Post by Anthony Bridgerton on Mar 16, 2021 23:03:06 GMT
i will ALWAYS PROTECT YOU Anthony had arrived at the club not too long ago and there was a good deal of activity among him. Men conversing, laughing, tense conversations, boastful exchanges . . . ah yes. A very typical night at the club indeed. He was greeted by many as he entered, Anthony politely returning the greeting. It didn't take a great deal longer until he ordered a drink, sipping from it periodically between exchanges among friends and familiar faces. His back was turned to the new arrivals but the noises from the men alerted him to it.
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He casually turned, knowing it must be women, and while he casually and passively looked at them . . . he couldn't help but rest his sight on one in particular. The first draw was her captivating beauty. Undoubtedly so. But the second, was the familiarity. He had seen her, not so long ago at the theatre. She was a singer and her voice was without question, one of the most beautiful he had heard.
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But seeing her now, in such a setting, such alluring beauty, it was not exactly her voice he was thinking of. His eyes remained on her, until she seemed to have locked gaze with him. Perhaps noticing him staring. All other sounds faded from the room, uncaring if someone was even talking to him, as he couldn't help but just watch her, taking a sip of his drink from across the room. A distance he felt would soon need to be rectified.
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