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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Nov 9, 2022 20:32:34 GMT
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Second Son
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"Should I not have a friend?
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Please do not tell mother."
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Nov 9, 2022 17:46:46 GMT
i' m n o t b o u n d b y THE RULES OF SOCIETY Benedict felt like an utter failure. As soon as it was known by a fellow art student that his position at the Royal Academy had been paid for, and not secured through his own talents, Benedict had quickly excused himself from the room. He felt, utterly disappointed. He thought he had earned his place here through his talent. But instead, it had nothing to do with his skills and everything to do with how much coin a family could put in the hands of those who made these decisions.
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Benedict loathed this; using his privilege and secure a position. He had already been so unsure about his capabilities and this . . . seemed to solidify it. That he was not good enough. That perhaps, he would never be good enough.He had certainly grown as an artist under the tutelage of the Academy but he didn't deserve to be here. What if he had taken the position of someone more deserving . . . someone more talented. Had he gained it through his own skill, he would not be thinking such things but now . . . he could not help it. Now, all his self doubt and insecurities came rushing back into his mind and hindering his progress.
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It brought him to this position, looking out the window and the darkened streets for the hour was late. He'd gone to his vacant room where he could be left alone with his thoughts, and make the decision. The decision . . . as to whether he should withdraw from the academy. If he did not deserve to be here, then why should he remain? It was a question that tormented him because selfishly, he wanted to stay. He knew he could continue to excel, continue to learn and hone in on his skills.
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But . . . his conscience could not accept it. If he was to succeed as an artist, he wished to do it through recognition of his skill. Not with his brother paying them off. Light approaching footsteps distracted from such thoughts. He half turned his head to see a familiar figure, before he returned his gaze back to looking at nothing in particular through the window. Tessa. A talented woman and one that he found himself . . . developing a strong affection for. However, he was embarrassed. Despite her inability to join the Academy, even she deserved to be here more than he did. How harshly all must judge him for being the privileged Bridgerton son, paying his way through success and . . . they had every right to do so: the judge the man who came with money.
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"Should I not have a friend?
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Please do not tell mother."
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Nov 8, 2022 23:49:10 GMT
i' m n o t b o u n d b y THE RULES OF SOCIETY Benedict was struggling and he felt as if he had reached his breaking point. All in the matter of several months, there had been a great deal to cope with. It had perhaps started with his abruptly ended relationship with Genevieve. A woman that he had truly started falling for and one, who had made it clear that they could not continue this. The second, had been his failed attempt at art school. He had thought he had been accepted based on his skill but instead, it had all been because of his family's coin. That was not the way Benedict wished to make a name for himself. He strove to be known as someone other than the second son. The Bridgerton. He simply wished to be known as Benedict, yet that reality seems to slip further and further away.
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Now, the very last thing was Sophie. He was falling for her -- his feelings deeper than ever -- yet she too had made it clear that she did not want to be with him. That they could not be together. Benedict obviously would never force it, but this third rejection had been too great to bear. He would never consider pushing her to get fired, knowing how well she got along with his family -- and of course, her having no where else to go. So the only way that he could cope with all this, was to leave. He had his lodgings in Bloomsbury as well as My Cottage.
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Perhaps he would travel to the one further way until he had come to terms with this decision. It was not a great deal he imagined. The house would still have all others. His presence would not be missed, if noticed and he could simply remove himself from such thoughts, rejections, and no longer be a burden to anyone. He had packed most of what he needed, knowing this decision was made in haste but the sooner he left, the better. Plus he wished to do so before everyone was here to make a big scene about his. Some of his siblings were rather dramatic after all.
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But he knew he had to inform his mother. He had far too much love and respect for her and of course, she deserved to know. With his things packed in his room, he made his way to where she sat, informing her of the news that he was leaving. And of course, naturally and as expected, she was surprised. She asked when he was leaving and where he was going . . . knowing answers would not be easy to hear, yet ones that must be said. "I am leaving today," he told her. "I shall be remaining at My Cottage for the time being. Then perhaps I will return to the city when my presence is required. But I will no longer be living under this roof." His voice not harsh nor filled with bitterness. After all, he was not angry. He was heartbroken.
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"Should I not have a friend?
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Nov 4, 2022 20:35:20 GMT
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Nov 4, 2022 20:06:36 GMT
 Tag: @kitty i' m n o t b o u n d b y THE RULES OF SOCIETY Happiness was an emotion that Benedict thought his life would be void of forever. How could it not be, when he had played with fire and fell in love with a married woman. Despite his commitment to her by his heart, legally, there could be nothing between them. Legally, she was the wife of General Langham, and it burned Benedict in ways he had not even thought imaginable. When he was away, Benedict and Kitty could steal what moments that could. Finding solace and peace in each other's arms -- all to aware that it could not lost forever. But the worst . . . the worst was when he was here.
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Benedict never thought himself a jealous man. After all, the irony and lack of sound reason to be jealous of a married woman being with her husband was not lost on him. But . . . he knew she was not happy. And he loathed to think what the General did to her to make her such. The thought of him causing her distress, or taking her for granted. The thought of them sharing a bed and . . . Benedict shuddered at the thought. He despised it and knew he had no right to feel this way. But he could not control his heart which had seemed to dictate his actions of repeatedly going to her. Until she told him he could not.
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A knock on the door was a welcome distraction, however fleeting it would be. When he opened it however, he froze. Words of revelation immediately upon her lips. "He's dead." Death was presumably a tragic occurrence. It was often accompanied by tears, sadness, pain. But Benedict felt none of that upon hearing this news. He would never forgive himself for how cruel of a man he had become to feel . . . relief and hope. It was selfish. It was horrid of him, truly. But once again, he could not control the emotions of his heart and . . . he knew it was a dangerous hope to hold.
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Belatedly realizing he was just standing there in surprise, he quickly moved to the side so that she could enter. The last thing they needed was someone seeing her outside his door. Benedict looked at her, trying to assess the situation with a clearer mind. She was not crying. Should that give him some ease? Perhaps it should. "What happened?" He asked quietly. He wanted to hug her. Kiss her. Hold her. Tell her everything would be ok . . . but he knew full well that first he needed to listen. She had told them this had to end because of her husband. He would respect that until . . . until he was too weak. And with each passing second, he felt his strength diminish bit by bit.
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"Should I not have a friend?
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Please do not tell mother."
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Nov 4, 2022 19:55:30 GMT
Tag: @kitty i' m n o t b o u n d b y THE RULES OF SOCIETY Happiness was not an emotion that Benedict would ever take for granted. He had once thought Kitty was completely lost to him. Being with her, falling in love with her . . . and learning of her husband's death. It had indeed been a conflicting feeling. But his love for her gave way to all else. A promise, a vow on his life that he would take of her. Protect her. And love her in the way that she deserved to be loved. The way that her late husband had not. A prompt marriage followed and Benedict had even bought a new home for them. Staying in his family's residence was out of the question. My Cottage would serve as a wonderful getaway home. And his bachelor lodgings were inadequate. Kitty deserved nothing but the very best and so, the best would be what he provided.
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He was excited to show her the home as they stepped inside, his hand intertwined with hers. It would seem that a permanent smile was upon his lips, ever since fate finally allowed Kitty and him to be together. Without any words, he gently pulled her closer to him, securely wrapping his arms around her smaller frame and leaned in until their lips touched. How the nature of their kisses had changed.
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Once filled with fervent urgency, all too aware that their time was limited. And now, while the passion remained that urgency was gone . . . because they had the rest of their lives together. Letting the soft embrace linger, he slowly eased out of it, belatedly opening his eyes which held a soft gaze within them. Upon her. "What do you think?" He asked quietly. He was of course referring to the house but he could not take his eyes off of the beautiful woman before him.
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"Should I not have a friend?
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Please do not tell mother."
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Nov 4, 2022 18:59:09 GMT
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Second Son
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"Should I not have a friend?
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Nov 4, 2022 18:58:35 GMT
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Second Son
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"Should I not have a friend?
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Please do not tell mother."
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Nov 4, 2022 18:56:08 GMT
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"Should I not have a friend?
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Please do not tell mother."
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Nov 4, 2022 18:54:51 GMT
( safety ) : one muse takes the other to a calm area where they feel more comfortable opening up. Penelope Featherington |
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"Should I not have a friend?
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Please do not tell mother."
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Nov 4, 2022 18:52:44 GMT
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"Should I not have a friend?
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Please do not tell mother."
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Nov 4, 2022 18:46:16 GMT
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"Should I not have a friend?
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Nov 4, 2022 18:45:10 GMT
( hand ) : one muse holds the other's hand while they in pain or panicking. Violet Bridgerton |
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Second Son
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Nov 4, 2022 18:43:02 GMT
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Nov 4, 2022 17:55:32 GMT
[ HANDS ] : our muses' hands touch.
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