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Post by Sir Phillip Crane on Apr 4, 2023 1:16:10 GMT
[googlefont="Noto Serif:400"][googlefont="Sacramento:400"] [attr="class","target"] sir phillip crane (second - son) notes: none! | [attr="class","targettext"] It was not often that Phillip found himself in Mayfair -- especially during this season. One filled with countless events from balls in the evening to afternoon luncheons and even brunches on some occasion. But when George encouraged him to go, well, there was little that Phillip would say no to when it came to his brother's wishes. He knew why George desired for such a thing too; it was suggested in the hopes that Phillip would find a wife, and thus, not be alone any longer. If Phillip was being completely honest, Romney Hall had indeed felt lonely since his brother's departure and his father's death.
But he found himself occupied with his studies and time spent in his Greenhouse. A place that he was so desperately missing right now as he stood among a large crowd, clutching an untouched drink of lemonade his gloved hand. He was the second son, so his lack of inheritance when it came to title kept too many mothers and debutantes from approaching him. But alas, there were indeed some. Phillip found conversation difficult to maintain, perhaps time spent away the cause or genuine disinterest in such pleasantries and trivial exchange of words. Redundant they were. And, it was getting to be quite overwhelming for him.
Casually placing his drink down on a table by the door, he made his way towards the terrace, grateful for the fresh air that touched his features the moment he stepped outside. The change of scenery was much needed, and before he could stop himself, he descended the stairs and moved towards the garden. Being around plants gave him a calm, sense of peace and serenity. Gravitating towards these environments, not even conscious of it until he was standing at the edge, just admiring the well maintained flowers. He removed one glove and reached out, gently touching one of the leaves. Rubbing it between his index finger and thumb, a slight smile formed on his lips. Finally, he could breathe.
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Post by Sir Phillip Crane on Apr 1, 2023 20:19:57 GMT
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Post by Sir Phillip Crane on Mar 28, 2023 20:02:11 GMT
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Post by Sir Phillip Crane on Nov 11, 2022 16:13:58 GMT
"I made you cry and I hate myself for that. I swore I wouldn’t be one of the people who left you hurting."
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Post by Sir Phillip Crane on Nov 9, 2022 22:53:40 GMT
17... to stop them from rambling.
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Post by Sir Phillip Crane on Nov 4, 2022 18:48:33 GMT
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Post by Sir Phillip Crane on Nov 2, 2022 16:21:31 GMT
[googlefont="Noto Serif:400"][googlefont="Sacramento:400"] [attr="class","target"] sir phillip crane (second - son) tag: @eloisebridgerton notes: none! | [attr="class","targettext"] Phillip did not know how it was possible. To be so happy, and to fall from it so drastically that left was sadness and pain. New of his brother's passing had been tragic enough and Eloise had helped him through it. But . . . it seemed that George had not passed without legacy. He had been with a woman of the name Marina Thompson and . . . she was with child. George's child. Phillip had never felt greater conflict in his life. But deep down, he knew what had to be done. He knew that honor would trump all else . . . even his love for Eloise Bridgerton. He had rehearsed many times how he would ask for her hand. Indications of it on paper, crumped by the waste bin with each failed attempt. He had conceded to just speak from the heart and let the moment consume him. He had imagined what it would feel to hear her say. What it would feel to be engaged . . . and married . . . and live with the woman that he loved above all others in the entirety of the world. Yes. Life indeed would have been blissful, would have been perfect. Romney Hall would have felt like a home for the first time in his life.
BBut . . . it was all simply a dream. Reality was far crueler than this. He would marry, yes, but not to a woman he loved. To a woman his brother loved. And evident of said love, grew within her womb. So no. His trip to see Eloise was one of anguish and torment. How did he walk away from someone who gave him cause to breathe in this life? What was even life, without her? As if he had not imagined how difficult it would be, it felt as an impossibility when he saw her. How beautiful she looked. Every part of her, inside and out, was breathtakingly beautiful. All he could do was stare at her, consumed with longing. Wanting to hold her, dare to kiss her. Yet instead, he remained frozen, hands clasped behind his back with illusionary shackles. This would indeed, break his heart.
"And I you," he confessed in a low voice. Hearing that she missed him made his heart swell with happiness . . . and pain. "I . . . come to you with news." He was a coward. How did he find voice in this? How did he inform her of something when his heart and soul despised it. "First, please, be seated," he said, motioning to the chair so that she would be comfortable. Though, was there any truly comfortable way to carry on this conversation? No. This was utter torment and Phillip would never recover from loving the woman in front of him. Despite the obligatory course of action he must take as dictated by . . . honor.
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Post by Sir Phillip Crane on Nov 2, 2022 16:21:09 GMT
[googlefont="Noto Serif:400"][googlefont="Sacramento:400"] [attr="class","target"] sir phillip crane (second - son) tag: @george notes: none! | [attr="class","targettext"] With each passing day of his marriage, came more time spent in the greenhouse. While Phillip of course knew that his marriage to Marina was not out of love but rather, honor . . . he -- well, he wasn't entirely sure what he expected. Certainly not this. She was often withdrawn, confined to her chamber out of choice. Phillip had not touched her for when he tried, he could see that she was not here. Physically she was. But the gaze within her eyes indicated that her mind was somewhere else entirely. And so, Phillip never tried again. He supposed this was the way it would be and would have to come to accept that. Or perhaps, the naïve and foolishness within him, hoped that she would get better with time. She would eventually break free from this cloud of darkness and allow some sun to shine through. Even just a glimmer of it. But for the time being, he kept his distant until meals and even then, it was when she desired to join him. That, is what brought him to his Greenhouse. A place where he could distract himself from the harsh realities of the world.
He let out a quiet, frustrated sigh when he heard the door open. He had given explicit orders that no one was to disturb him when he was working in the Greenhouse. This was his escape and he would not have it tarnished by reality. As he turned, pot in head, ready to chastise who dared interrupt, his tongue was immediately silenced upon the sight of who had entered. In fact, his entire body froze, all thoughts ceased and left only was the ghost Phillip saw in front of him. His eyes widened as his hands felt limp, dropping the pot in hand and letting it shatter to the ground. George. How . . . was this possible?! Phillip could not bring any thought or words to voice. He just stared at his brother, wondering if his own mind had finally broken under all that had happened. Wondered if he was going mad, hallucinating such things born of crippling loneliness. "I . . . " Phillip was not one to stutter but this was indeed an extenuating circumstance. "We . . . " He could not even gain enough clarity of mind to speak coherently. "Everyone thought you dead." Everyone. Including him. Especially him . . . and Marina.
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Post by Sir Phillip Crane on Nov 2, 2022 16:20:32 GMT
[googlefont="Noto Serif:400"][googlefont="Sacramento:400"] [attr="class","target"] sir phillip crane (second - son) tag: @george notes: none! | [attr="class","targettext"] Phillip was truly at a loss of what to say. Surely this was a dream. A horrid nightmare meant to toy with him. To tug at his heart and give him the illusion that his dear brother was alive. All this time . . . alive. Phillip could not think of anything else. Not of Marina's passing. Not of the children that he most probably did not know existed. All he could do was focus on the ghost in front of him. His brother. His brother was alive. The love he had for George so strong, that he had mourned for him. And he did not stop mourning a single day . . . a single moment. He just merely learned to live with the pain and anguish of losing his brother. Yet . . . here and now, the mourning for his death stopped. Left only was the mourning of time lost. And Phillip, would not waste another moment.
Where words failed him, actions took over as he made his way to his brother and wrapped his arms around him, embracing him in a long overdue hug. Phillip squeezed his eyes tightly shut, feeling the sting of tears as they threatened to fall. He would ask more of what his brother had to endure. He would ask to know everything, just as Phillip had a great deal to tell him in return. But right now, he longed to just hold the man and rest assured in the fact that he was alive . . . and that he was home. "I've missed you." His voice dry, hoarse from all the emotion he felt. He was not even entirely certain he was speaking, as the statement escaped his lips without a second thought. George was alive and in this very moment, that was all that mattered.
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Post by Sir Phillip Crane on Nov 2, 2022 16:20:17 GMT
[googlefont="Noto Serif:400"][googlefont="Sacramento:400"] [attr="class","target"] sir phillip crane (second - son) tag: @george notes: none! | [attr="class","targettext"] There were few things that brought Phillip solace. Few things that he was truly good at. His father ensured that he punished him upon his failures. But the one thing that the second son knew he excelled in . . . was botany. He enjoyed reading about plants, journaling what he knows and studying it meticulously. His plan was to attend Cambridge so that he may further study it and find a career in this passion of his. He knew his father would hardly be impressed but Phillip also knew that . . . nothing he did would ever impress his father. And it was futile to keep attempting to do so.
Approaching footsteps prompted Phillip to look up from his book as George stood in the threshold of his door. "Of course," he said, setting the book aside and standing up so to pull another chair across from him so that they may be comfortable. George was truly the saving grace of Romney Hall. Otherwise, this place would most certainly feel like a prison and Phillip, a prisoner within it. "Is all well?" He asked, motioning for him to sit down. He could not help but feel that something had happened and most of the time . . . it had to do with their father.
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Post by Sir Phillip Crane on Nov 2, 2022 16:20:01 GMT
[googlefont="Noto Serif:400"][googlefont="Sacramento:400"] [attr="class","target"] sir phillip crane (second - son) tag: @kitty notes: none! | [attr="class","targettext"] There was a certain honor that undoubtedly came from being in the army. Phillip's father had always been proud of George and for enlisting in fighting for his country. It was yet another reason that George was far greater a man than he. He could only imagine how difficult it must be to leave one's loved ones behind, and fight for your country and your life in such environments. George had left Marina and Kitty, surely felt the sting of her husband's absence. For he was a general, a far more advanced ranking than most. But with it, came far more responsibility as well.
"Thank you," he added in a low voice. The loss of his brother would not be something he fully recovered from. One merely learned to cope with loss every day, not to truly move past the pain. "I know very little," he assured her. "I have not met your husband but George spoke quite highly of him in his letters." General Langham. "So I shall reserve any points of view or judgement until I have heard from both sides." His voice meant as a tease, but he knew it came off more dryly than that. "And your children, how old are they?" Marina was expecting and . . . Phillip was unsure how he was going to be as a father. He already struggled with thoughts of being a husband. But honor was what bound him to her, and such honor would dissuade him from making any other choice.
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Post by Sir Phillip Crane on Nov 2, 2022 16:19:39 GMT
[googlefont="Noto Serif:400"][googlefont="Sacramento:400"] [attr="class","target"] sir phillip crane (second - son) tag: @eloisebridgerton notes: none! | [attr="class","targettext"] Phillip still could not believe himself so fortunate. He never thought marriage could be so . . . good. So blissfully wonderful. He had a beautiful wife who was exceptional with his children. One who smiled, and brought joy to the otherwise somber hallways of his estate. Of course his children brought a happiness as well, but it was different. She made everything quite different. Another prime example being that he was sleeping right next to her. The vigorous exertion of their marital acts had caused them to quickly find the ease of sleep . . . and without a second thought of departing her bed, Phillip slept soundly next to her.
Eight years without being with a woman left a great deal of time to compensate for. But alas, sleep was rather inevitable. And, it was the good kind. The kind of sleep and rest that came from such pleasurable activities . . . yes. Phillip had not known marriage could be so wonderful. So when he felt the bed start to shift and sounds escape Eloise, he slowly opened his eyes to look at her. Whatever grogginess would ordinary be associated from being pulled from sleep prematurely, abruptly fled and Phillip instead quickly sat up, moving closer to her. "Eloise?" He asked, but it seemed that she was having a bad dream.
Without a second thought, his hand went to her cheek in attempt to comfort her, and pull her from whatever plagued her subconscious. "Eloise," he said a bit more loudly, more firmly. He shifted closer to her, realizing that he was not even entirely certain how to comfort her. There had not been a need to in the few days that they were married . . . well, not in this way anyway. "Eloise!" He said once more, his hand still upon her cheek, his other hand on her shoulder to give it a gentle shake to wake her up. Whatever she was dreaming about was causing her distress and he hated to see her like that. What he hated even more though . . . was the thought of him potentially being responsible for this distress.
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Post by Sir Phillip Crane on Nov 2, 2022 16:19:21 GMT
[googlefont="Noto Serif:400"][googlefont="Sacramento:400"] [attr="class","target"] sir phillip crane (second - son) tag: @eloisebridgerton notes: none! | [attr="class","targettext"] Phillip watched her, as if frozen in place, when she stepped forward. Though she stopped herself, her fingers almost touched the fabric of his shirt and . . . Phillip found it not an unwelcoming feeling. Though, he did not technically feel it . . . it was a certain, longing that he experienced. Would that she bring the act to completion. "I was working outside in my greenhouse," he explained, without being questioned for it. As if to explain why his shirt was stained with dirt for it was not exactly the most appealing and well put together appearance a nobleman should have.
Phillip smiled upon Eloise's remark of not getting used to it. An expression that came with far more ease ever since they got married. "It is," he agreed, or confirmed. The sun was barley up and they certainly had some time before either of them were to begin their day. His heart warmed at her immediate concern being the children. While he knew she would be an excellent mother -- he most certainly would not have married her had the slightest fragment of doubt been in his mind -- it still brought him so much joy to know how connected she was to them. And how Amanda and Oliver loved her.
"They are well," he assured, climbing back into bed comfortably. "I merely could not sleep." Naturally awoken for whatever reason. "I am sorry if I woke you in the process," he apologized. A smile formed on his lips as he looked at her. "Though not entirely sorry if it allowed me to see you as such." To be able to tease his wife was such a gift. He did not realize all the things his first marriage had lacked until he married Eloise. This marriage was far different. It was full of more life, love, joy, just . . . everything. So to be able to tease her, to know that he could make her smile as she did him . . . it was not something he would ever take for granted.
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Post by Sir Phillip Crane on Nov 2, 2022 16:18:59 GMT
[googlefont="Noto Serif:400"][googlefont="Sacramento:400"] [attr="class","target"] sir phillip crane (second - son) tag: @eloisebridgerton notes: none! | [attr="class","targettext"] Phillip watched her, as if frozen in place, when she stepped forward. Though she stopped herself, her fingers almost touched the fabric of his shirt and . . . Phillip found it not an unwelcoming feeling. Though, he did not technically feel it . . . it was a certain, longing that he experienced. Would that she bring the act to completion. "I was working outside in my greenhouse," he explained, without being questioned for it. As if to explain why his shirt was stained with dirt for it was not exactly the most appealing and well put together appearance a nobleman should have.
Hhough her next statement answered his unspoken question, as to whether she was here alone. She was. And it was rather . . . bold of her. But then, from what he learned of her in his letters, it should not come entirely as a surprise. There was something different about her and this, was perhaps adding truth to his belief. "This is as good a time as any." He realized his words may be less expressive of true excitement he was feeling, but after being in a loveless marriage for so many years . . . Phillip feared he was rather out of practice in conveying his true emotions. He had become a man of few word, and did not wish to cause offense to the one woman that he liked.
"I mean to say, you are most welcome to stay." There. Certainly that sounded a bit more . . . hospitable. "Will you be remaining the night, so that you may be well rested for your travels." The latter part added so that she would know that he was not asking her to stay for any other purpose. Though perhaps he should make that more clear. "Though you have come unchaperoned, I assure you that my intentions are only to get to know you better." Their letters clear indication of that. "Welcome, Miss Bridgerton, to Romney Hall."
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Post by Sir Phillip Crane on Nov 2, 2022 0:51:47 GMT
[googlefont="Noto Serif:400"][googlefont="Sacramento:400"] [attr="class","target"] sir phillip crane (second - son) tag: @george notes: none! | [attr="class","targettext"] Hearing George's apology, hearing the guilt in his voice intensified Phillip's own. That his brother would be caught in the middle of their father's anger. That his brother, who was the perfect son would feel the wrath of a disappointed father. "No," he told him in a voice that was surprisingly stronger than Phillip thought himself capable of expressing. Though perhaps when it came to the love he had for his brother, it was indeed a source of strength for Phillip.
"You must promise me, George, to never interfere." There was an underlying tone of plea, begging in Phillip's voice that his brother would agree to this. Their father was angry enough with Phillip. He could not accept that that anger would build onto George as well. Phillip would take such beatings if it meant George did not. He would take them, accept them, and lay his mind to ease in the knowledge that George was spared from such violent acts. "There . . . there is nothing you can do," he told him, attempting to conceal the defeat in his voice. "And I do not wish to see you hurt in any attempt to dissuade him." For it would be futile.
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