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Post by Sir Phillip Crane on Oct 30, 2021 16:47:30 GMT
🙂🙂🙂 A reluctant Baron and an equally reluctant physician’s daughter… I’m game!
YAYYY!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR RESPONDING!!! SUUPPERR EXCITED to delve into this plot!! <3
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Post by Sir Phillip Crane on Oct 30, 2021 16:44:24 GMT
[googlefont="Noto Serif:400"][googlefont="Sacramento:400"] [attr="class","target"] sir phillip crane (second - son) tag: @polinshipper82 notes: hope this is ok! Let me know if you'd like me to edit anything! | [attr="class","targettext"] Phillip could not recall the last time he felt so at ease. Being in an environment where he was thoroughly enjoying his focus of study, and not having to fear scrutiny or judgement . . . yes. He felt as if he was free of a burden that often stifled him when in the presence of his father. He was not his brother, and so he knew there was great honor in what George had done -- enlisting in the army.
But Phillip wished to explore his passion and that was precisely what Cambridge offered. It allowed him to have an ease of mind he had not often otherwise felt, a light and more relaxed overall nature. The bonds he had created here with others far easier than any he could have made at a grand event during the social season in the ton. It made his days here enjoyable -- to say the least -- and Phillip would truly dread the day that it was all over.
He had just finished attending class for the day, and was making his way through the hall when he paused upon seeing someone. She was not familiar -- which was not a great surprise considering there were many he did not know here -- but it was not familiarity or lack there of that ceased his movement. It was that she was quite beautiful and his mind immediately searched for whatever reason he could find to approach her. He was suddenly glad that none of his friends with presently with him, so that he may speak to her on his own -- while of course being mindful of the fact that she did not appear to have a chaperone nearby. But what if she was lost?
What sort of gentleman would he be if he did not at least ensure that she was not. "Pardon me, Miss," he began to say as he walked up to her, leaving significant distance between them but close enough -- and focused enough on her -- that she would know he was not speaking to anyone else. She was even more exquisite now that he was near her. "Is there anything, or anyone I can help you find?" He offered with a small smile.
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Post by Sir Phillip Crane on Oct 26, 2021 21:03:13 GMT
[googlefont="Noto Serif:400"][googlefont="Sacramento:400"] [attr="class","target"] sir phillip crane (second - son) tag: none notes: none! | [attr="class","targettext"] Hi all! SO I had this idea for Phillip and wanted to see if anyone would like to thread it out! Basically -- for those who do not know his story in the show SPOILERS AHEAD -- he came into the scene when receiving letters meant for his brother who died in the war, written by Marina. Because he learned of her situation aka that she was pregnant, he offered to marry her.
Ok so here comes my idea . . . WHAT IF, before all that happened, he was in love with another! Either they were engaged or not, but they were happily in love until . . . he chose honor over his heart and had to end things to honor his late brother!
Now because of the nature of this plot and the very limited info we have on Phillip, this would be an AU plot! Which means that whatever we plan, would not effect your character's canon! And thus, it would give us more freedom! I'm up for doing this with a canon or oc character! We could plot out how they meet, them falling in love, and of course the inevitable heartbreak that comes after!
Anyhoo! Just wanted to post this here to see if anyone is interested exploring this idea! Feel free to reply to this thread or shoot me a PM to further discuss it! Thanks for reading! =)
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Post by Sir Phillip Crane on Oct 26, 2021 20:48:42 GMT
[googlefont="Noto Serif:400"][googlefont="Sacramento:400"] [attr="class","target"] sir phillip crane (second - son) tag: @marinat notes: none! | [attr="class","targettext"] Phillip remained silence as she asked him a question that . . . he had no answer to. Letting go of the past was certainly challenging, to say the least. George would never be forgotten and forever missed. "I, do not know," he admitted, wanting to be honest with her and not pretend that moving on was so easy. But he also knew that he should say something helpful. Something encouraging.
He truly wished he was better at this. Wished he was better at comforting her and knowing what to say to someone who was hurting so. "I suppose, by embracing what one has." He was not talking about himself; about embracing him. "Such as children," he clarified, hoping that love for her children and their love for her would remind her that it still existed in this world: that love still existed.
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Post by Sir Phillip Crane on Oct 19, 2021 2:21:47 GMT
[googlefont="Noto Serif:400"][googlefont="Sacramento:400"] [attr="class","target"] sir phillip crane (second - son) notes | [attr="class","targettext"] 9. Your muse is having a vivid nightmare and is shouting out brokenly. The past week had been pure bliss. Phillip had not known that a marriage could be like this . . . that having a wife could feel like this. His and Marina's marriage had been quite, different. A bit, unconventional for he had not lay with her for quite some time. Yet with Eloise . . . it was the opposite. He had spent every night with her and even fell asleep next to her when the vigor of their more intimate actions exhausted them, and he was far too tired to leave. And thus far, she did not reject him nor his company. Phillip was unsure how he had become so fortunate to not only find a wonderful mother to his children, but also, a beautiful wife. As was the case with the previous nights since their marriage, Phillip had dozed off, the ease in which he was able to do so yet another indication of the seeming comfort he felt in her presence.
But it was not the natural rise of the sun that awoke him. In fact, when he was pulled back to consciousness, it was still dark out. Eloise was saying something but when he hazily opened his eyes, he realized it was not to him. Belatedly, he realized that it was also the movements of the bed that had awoken him. She was saying something incoherent but it was strained, and the movement of her body further revealed that. It was at this moment that Phillip felt a strange ache within his heart . . . because it looked like Eloise was in distress from her nightmare and it pained Phillip to see her so. "Eloise, wake up," he urged. His placed a hand on her shoulder and shook her a little. "Eloise," he repeated, his voice more firm and slightly raised in the hopes that it would pull her from her dark dream.
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Post by Sir Phillip Crane on Oct 19, 2021 1:55:00 GMT
[googlefont="Noto Serif:400"][googlefont="Sacramento:400"] [attr="class","target"] sir phillip crane (second - son) notes: I just have a mental image of pure chaos ensuing when Phillip is left with a bunch of kids! | [attr="class","targettext"] Phillip Crane had long acknowledged his failings as a father. He had already failed as a husband . . . but despite it all, he was not prepared to give up. And with Eloise at his side, he drew strength from her. He learned from her . . . or rather, was learning. She was naturally so good with children and that was what Phillip had been looking for in a spouse. She certainly did not disappoint for she was that, and so much more. But what possessed him to offer to stay with the children, he hadn't the faintest idea. In addition to the twins, there were also a few children that he supposed were technically his nieces and nephews.
And the moment their nannies stepped out of the drawing room of the Bridgerton estate he was visiting . . . that was when all hell broke loose. It had started with two of them arguing about a toy, then another two fighting over a spot on the sofa. Phillip hadn't even finished resolving one conflict before another popped up, and then another, and then loud singing and . . .well, suddenly the room turned into an absolute ruckus. And he was outnumbered. One adult to . . . how many children were even here?! He could have sworn they multiplied based on the volume of the ruckus. It was getting to be too much as they grew louder . . . and louder . . . and . . .
"Please! Stop it! All of you!" His voice was strong enough to silence everyone in the room as they all froze in their current positions, and all sets of eyes were on him. But Phillip had not thought this through. He was unsure what to do next, now that he had all of their attention. Had it been too loud? Did he frighten them? Was this the proper course of action? His mind raced with what he should do next, belatedly realizing that Eloise was standing at the threshold of the door. He felt an instant sense of relief wash over him as his gaze locked onto her and his eyes pleaded with her to intervene and help him as this moment frozen in time seemed to linger on for an eternity.
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Post by Sir Phillip Crane on Aug 23, 2021 16:25:12 GMT
Tag: @marinat i would merely BE DOING MY DUTY Would that be true. He knew that he had not done enough. The tears upon her cheeks and the emotional state she was often in, clear sign of that. While marriage in the absence of love was not uncommon . . . marriage due to the loss of one's love proved to have it's own set of challenge. He knew he was not George, and never would be. Not did he strive to be. He could not replace a man who others had loved . . . who Marina had loved. He did not wish to change that nor her affections. He did however wish -- and want -- for her to find some semblance of joy and happiness in this world as it was forced to be lived without George. The twins were there but . . . Phillip hated to think that it may not be enough.
❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ Yet she was trying. He could see that. And it only caused the pit of guilt that weighed heavy on his heart that he was not doing enough; that his own failures were evident in her lack of happiness despite her attempts. "Surely, there is something more that can be done. Something more that I can do," he offered. But his words held a deeper meaning that perhaps just referring to the moment. A depth of more that could be done to help her with all she was coping with. What, he didn't know. He felt as if he was running out of ways to support her -- emotionally -- and it was not as if he could ask anyone about this. All he could do was ask her what she needed of him, and he would do everything in his power to grant it.
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Post by Sir Phillip Crane on Jun 20, 2021 15:22:12 GMT
Tag: @marinat i would merely BE DOING MY DUTY Phillip did not fail to notice that she had not answered his question, though he supposed it was perhaps a futile one. Considering her state, he knew that she was not alright. And deep down, he rather hated the fact that he had become so used to such moments of seeing her in tears. It should not be so normalized and yet, it was frequent enough to make him feel as if he truly failed her.
❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ "Yes," he stated in response to her acknowledgement of his presence. He still remained at the door frame, unsure if his presence was desired or if she would rather he remain at such a distance. "Is there anything I can get for you?" He offered. Her maid? A beverage? Questions and even positions such as this only further fueled Phillip's awareness of not knowing how he could help her. What he could do for her. And while he maintained a stoic outward appearance . . . inwardly, he constantly felt a storm of emotions. Ones that he pushed deeper and deeper down with each passing day.
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Post by Sir Phillip Crane on Jun 20, 2021 15:14:16 GMT
i would merely BE DOING MY DUTY Phillip looked at Simon with a brief flicker of curiosity when he spoke of how he had shot at him. Had Crane not had his own encounter with them all . . . perhaps he would have been more surprised at such a thing. Though, there was still an element of it; just not as strong as it would have been otherwise. His mind went back to having practiced shooting with the Bridgerton men, Crane having been able to aim nearest to the target . . . that is, until Eloise had joined them.
❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ Apparently, The Viscount may very well having been shooting at the target with a clear image of someone in mind. If not Simon, then maybe Crane at the time. "Is it safe to assume that he missed?" Phillip asked. Not having been directly in the city for so many years, he was not aware of any events that would have made the news and spread among conversations throughout the ton. But his question, also asked for further detail without being too intrusive -- at least Crane hoped. For the Duke could certainly reject his questioning of the subject. But should he wish to elaborate . . . well, the botanist was rather curious to hear the story.
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Post by Sir Phillip Crane on Jun 4, 2021 2:09:11 GMT
Tag: @marinat i would merely BE DOING MY DUTY Phillip's work in the greenhouse carried him through the day and evening . . . and the next thing he knew, it was dark outside. The Greenhouse was quite an escape for the Crane heir as he was entirely focused on his work. Some days, more than others and it seemed that today had been one such kind. He probably could have continued on but also knew that it was unfair to be from the house for too long. He needed to see to the twins and to Marina, ensure all was well.
❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ Though at this hour, he imagined Amanda and Oliver were in bed, asleep. Hopefully. As he made his way into the quiet estate, he saw the flicker of the fireplace coming from Marina's room. Though he knew she may not wish to be disturbed, he still felt compelled to check on her just to be sure. Lightly knocking on the door, he gently pushed it open, standing in the door frame, not yet properly entering her room. He looked at her, noticing her expression and trying to read from it what he could . . . without avail. "Are you alright, Marina?" He asked, genuine concern in his voice.
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Post by Sir Phillip Crane on Jun 3, 2021 23:22:27 GMT
Tag: @marinat i would merely BE DOING MY DUTY Phillip knew that this was hardly an ideal circumstance . . . however, it was surely for the best. He could not let Marina endured a life, expecting a child and unmarried. George would not have wanted it so. So yes, this was truly the honorable course of action. And he would devote himself to ensuring that she was happy. And not only her, but the baby that grew within her to. For that child, was part of George and Phillip would love him or her as if it were his own. When she approached him and asked something of him, Phillip met her gaze. "Of course," he assured her, not wishing for her to want for anything. Well, anything that was within his capability to give her.
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Post by Sir Phillip Crane on Jun 3, 2021 23:17:46 GMT
Tag: @marinat i would merely BE DOING MY DUTY The twins were certainly . . . active. If nothing else, it kept Marina and Phillip on their toes. Fortunate, that they had the household staff to help manage them but even amongst them all, they were a rather energetic duo. A perfect example being present circumstances, where they were all trying to get a family portrait done. Truth be told, Phillip was surprised that they sat so still for this long.
❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ When Amanda made herself free from her mother's lap and started to make a run for it, Phillip immediately stepped forward from his position standing next to Marina. "Don't get up, I'll do it," he assured her as he took the few long strides to hastily catch up to her. Once he did, he scooped her up into his arms, as she whined a little for clearly, she wanted to run around. "Shall we take a break?" He asked, looking at Marina to see if she wished to postpone the remainder of the portrait.
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Post by Sir Phillip Crane on May 30, 2021 22:00:24 GMT
i would merely BE DOING MY DUTY It was rather incredible . . . how one person could so drastically change one's life. He had known it with Marina, how different his life had been. But in this case, in the case of Eloise Bridgerton . . . she was like the air he needed to breathe, not even having realized he had been suffocating. Everything had changed for the Crane family, and his children . . . they were so happy. He was so happy. And all of it was thanks to the woman who walked alongside him right now, arm in arm.
❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ Which was why when she asked him what was on his mind, offering her support and encouragement for him to fully honest . . . he knew he had no right to complain. Really, there was no problem he supposed. How could he ever find fault in such a perfect life that they created together. And yet, he would not lie to her either. He looked at her, giving a small smile -- an expression that came with more and more ease and frequency since the days of their marriage. Since the days they had declared their love for one another. "Only that it has been some time since I have attended such a grand affair," he told her truthfully. Marriage to Marina had kept him mostly at Romney Hall. He had a wife, children, there had been no reason to frequent the town of London or spend the season here.
❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ He supposed he would have had to if he'd not proposed to Eloise but as everything had worked out in such a way to keep him from Mayfair, there had been little reason to be here. And now, he was. Married to a rather large and well known family. Fading into the background would not be a simple task. "What thoughts do you hold?" He asked, wanting to offer the same support. Wanting to know how she was feeling about all this. Was she excited? Nervous? He wanted to help her through this as well, though even he had to admit that she certainly had more experience in this area of London and balls than he did.
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Post by Sir Phillip Crane on May 30, 2021 21:15:37 GMT
i would merely BE DOING MY DUTY 7. After a bar fight.
❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ Phillip had no idea how it had started. Perhaps, it had commenced with his agreeing to go out with Eloise's brothers. All four of them. While the dynamic had significantly changed from Phillip's first encounter with them -- thank the Lord for that -- he somehow knew that it would not be an entirely peaceful evening. It started with drinking. A lot of it. The crowd was boisterous and everyone seemed to be in high spirits. But as the night progressed and the drinks continued . . . things started to take a turn. A comment was made about one of the Bridgerton sisters, or perhaps it could have been one of the wives. Once again, Phillip had not been entirely certain for he had not heard it. What he did see however, was two men at each other, fists thrown as the impact of the tackle was strong enough to send them crashing to the ground from the breaking of a table.
❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ Neither man was of course alone though, so the others started to take part. And Phillip, had of course gotten entangled in the entire thing. He felt a fist strike his jaw and like any sensible male, he defended himself, striking the man back until the entire crowd was somehow involved. Whether it was attacking, defending, or trying to pry everyone off from each other. It was absolute chaos. Everyone eventually made their way outside, yelling words at each other before going on opposite paths. But, it seemed that the party Phillip was with was in better spirits than the others. Men giving them congratulations and commending them on the attacks. How odd indeed, but this had not been the first time Phillip had been embroiled in such things. It had just . . . merely been a while. Especially in Mayfair, London. He was out of practice, but perhaps that was not so terrible.
❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ He knew that his knuckles may be bruised tomorrow, and he could taste blood on his lips. A cut, or bruise upon his face perhaps . . . hopefully, not one too distinct. They decided to use the night air to cool off during the walk home. It was practically the middle of the night but the fight had certainly sobered them all up. They went to their lodgings, warning each other to be quiet so not to wake the wives, though Phillip could not tell if they were being serious or not. Once he did arrive home however, he quietly made his way inside the house, the dead quietness of it indicating that everyone -- even the household staff -- were asleep. Phillip tried to be as quiet as he could, slightly stumbling as he went up the stairs.
❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ He poked his head into the twin's room, seeing that they were soundly asleep. He then made his way to his shared room with his wife, quietly opening the door and trying to even more quietly, enter. He needed a new shirt, as his own was torn and most probably stained. Damn him, he should have lit a candle before trying to be successful in the dark. It did not help that he was slightly dizzy from the events . . . though most likely from the drink rather than any real, concerning injury. He tried to reach over for one of the candles but instead, knocking it to the ground. As he reflexively tried to catch it before it fell, he instead hit his knee on the dresser and as if that had not been enough to wake his wife . . . cursing "Damn it!" Would have certainly done the trick.
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Post by Sir Phillip Crane on May 30, 2021 20:12:36 GMT
i would merely BE DOING MY DUTY Where Phillip used to come to his greenhouse as a means to escape, and an excuse from occupying himself away from his family . . . that feeling was growing less and less needed. He enjoyed time spent with his wife and the twins, though the need to maintain his plants and the efforts that came with that still brought him here. Even still, he was not as . . . unwelcoming to anyone who wished to come visit. Such as his wife, who was standing in his Greenhouse with him, going on about something that he had rather lost track of. He had listened in the early stages, but he had given up trying to follow along. He had even tried to continue on with his work but that only further demonstrated the fact that he wasn't paying attention.
❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ So he had to pause and look at her as she spoke. And spoke. And spoke some more. She was either talking about Penelope, or returning to London for the season, or her family, or household staff . . . he wasn't right sure. All he knew was that he could not focus on his work, nor could he focus on what she was saying. Perhaps he should slow her down. Or, perhaps . . . he should stop her all together. The thought had his mind now focus on something else entirely.
❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ They weren't standing that far apart, and so deciding to seize the opportunity . . . he moved closer. Closing the distance between them, he swiftly wrapped one arm around her while his other hand went to her cheek. He did not even care that his hands were stained with dirt from his work. His lips went to hers in a heated, passionate kiss, not bothering to start with a soft embrace but rather, immediately went for the passionate intensity. With as much vigor as she spoke, was with as much vigor as he now kissed her.
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