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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 8, 2021 17:47:17 GMT
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 8, 2021 2:12:55 GMT
I'm not bound by the rules of society Benedict gave a bit of a sheepish smile at the thought of him with Tequila . . . and Henry's desire to see him drunk with it. It was a good thing Benedict wasn't planning on that. He was worried about what sort of unfiltered jargon would come out of his mouth when his inhibitions were so drastically lowered. "Another time indeed . . . or you know, never," he said teasingly, a playful challenge in his words. The smile remained when Henry called him a good boy, phrases like that often leaving Ben wondering if it constituted as . . . flirting.
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Of course he knew Henry's preference but with Benedict not having have quite defined his own, he was unsure where it left him. What he did know, was that being with Henry, awoke things in him that he had never quite felt before. So even something as simple as spending the night . . . left him oddly nervous. Fortunately, the subject of food distracted him, as did the beer. "Thank you," he said as he took a swig of his drink. He watched Henry -- perhaps a little too intently -- as he rummaged through the fridge, taking things out. Benedict swallowed as Henry asked him if he could peel potatoes. His eyes lightly widened but he quickly redeemed himself.
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"Sure, I can peel potatoes." Benedict had never peeled a potato in his life, but how hard could it be? He confidently walked over to the potato, bowl and peeler, and held it up. His eyes quickly inspecting it before he began to scrape the skin in an upward motion; bottom to the top. Which, wasn't working quite as well. He quickly rectified himself and started peeling from the top to the bottom. As yes. That worked better. Benedict slightly turned his head to peek at Henry to see if he had noticed. God, he hoped not. Especially since he had offered to. Benedict wasn't an idiot. He knew how to peel a damn potato! But alas, those nerves he felt just seemed to be taking over. "Do you enjoy cooking?" Ben asked, wondering if Henry did this out of enjoyment or necessity.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 8, 2021 1:57:21 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict chuckled with amusement as Colin spoke of being the most social gentleman in town. "I am unsure if that is a compliment or an insult towards yourself," he told him with clear jest. As much as he adored and loved his brothers, and sisters, he feared they might not understand. Mindsets all varied among the Bridgerton children, but he did not wish to risk it.
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Fortunately, as the second son, he was able to slip through the cracks a little. Fading into the background as he often did which in this case, worked in his favour. Never neglected, but never requiring attention. Fortunately, Benedict focused on the way Colin described Marina. A soft smile was on the second son's lips as he listened to his brother's words, and watched his expression.
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An expression that he was unsure he had ever seen on Colin's face before. It was a welcome sight, to see him so . . . taken by another. Benedict could not say he himself understood that feeling, that sensation of loving someone so quickly. So he was incredibly happy that his brother had indeed found it. Even if things were moving quickly.
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"It certainly sounds like love," he told him. "Anything that leaves you speechless and lacking confidence is surely a wonder." Benedict continued to tease him but there was also truth in his words. Recognizing that for Colin, this was all incredibly knew. Of course the man had sought out the company of women in flirtatious conversation and dance.
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It was perhaps why his family did not think him so serious about this one woman. But Benedict could see it in his brother's eyes. He was serious indeed. "I am happy for you," he told him sincerely. "I have never seen you this way before," he added on, vocalizing his thoughts and his words meant more to be perhaps validation of Colin's feelings, rather than insult or criticism.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 8, 2021 1:47:12 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict had been sitting out in the gardens with three of his sisters . . . and Sophie had joined them. They were having tea and some desserts, enjoying the seemingly nice weather. But as sunny as it had once been, the clouds began to come and darken the skies. One of his sisters was quick to rush inside, not taking the risk of the threat of rain.
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The other two, were starting to consider it as well. Benedict . . . well, he was merely trying to remain focused on the actual conversation. Sophie's presence was often a distraction. Her initial days here had been quite difficult. Not because she was unwelcome but because . . . Benedict was struggling with his feelings for her. A constant pull towards her, one becoming more and more difficult to battle. There had been some, avoidance, most certainly.
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But a moment had eventually come where they kissed. It had of course just happened and while it wasn't their first -- it having had taken place at My Cabin -- it had been their first at his home. Since then, he had felt hope. Hope that perhaps, something more could exist between them. Yet he had to be careful. Knowing he could not let his gaze linger too long. His sister's had far too keen an eye . . . so Benedict needed to be mindful.
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The slight drizzle began to fall and it was enough to cause his sisters to scramble to their feet from the garden chairs. "I shall join you in a moment," he told them, as they rushed inside and he rose to his feet from his seated position. He watched Sophie as she quickly began to collect the dishes so to take in what she could and salvage the desserts. That was when the rain began to pour down. A heavy downpour indeed.
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Before Sophie had a chance to also join the others inside, Benedict quickly took her hand in his and gently urged her forward, leading her not incredibly far from the table, but towards a large tree in the garden. He brought her under it, the branches filled with leaves outstretched so that it would provide shade from the sun. Or in this case, slight shelter from the rain. Not completely however, the rain was heavy enough that it still dropped from the leaves and slipped through the spaces between the branches.
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But it was not concealment from the rain that Benedict was primarily using it for . . . it was concealment from anyone else's eyes. A moment alone together that he could take advantage of. He turned around to face her, his back against the tree as he finally pulled her close to him, wrapping one arm around her to hold her, their bodies pressed together while his lips sought out hers, pressing against her own in a deep kiss. A kiss that allowed his built up emotions pour into as he let his guard down from the stifling need to conceal his feelings for her. It was suffocating really, to have to constantly pretend.
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His other hand went to her cheek in a caress, deepening the kiss and letting it linger as time stood still and there was nothing in this world except the two of them. He finally eased out of it, though his forehead remained placed against hers, his eyes still closed and his lips just brushed against hers. Benedict felt the heavy rains to be a welcome sensation, to help cool and counter the heat that flushed through his body over the warmth of her touch.
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"If I were to get sick again, would you stay with me?" He whispered with a smile, words holding teasing and playfulness in reference to what had allowed them some time alone together in their journey here. But also a tease, in that attempt to 'avoid' one another. And that he would do anything . . . endure anything, if it granted them time together. However before she could answer, he did not wish to waste another moment alone and instead, kissed her again, with equal -- if not more -- emotion than the first.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 8, 2021 1:22:30 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict enjoyed hearing her speak of her previous years . . . especially as they were clearly fond ones. He knew he may regret forcing her to talk about memories if they held sadness and despair, but fortunately, they did not. Besides, he liked to think he would have been able to pick up on it before posing the question. Or questions. Never the less, the made him feel further at ease to know she had a happy childhood. That times may be difficult, but that she would not change anything about it.
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"It gladdens me, to hear that you hold such fond childhood memories. A happy childhood is not as common a thing as it should be." Many had heartbreaking ones but as Benedict though of previously, so long as one had love growing up . . . the challenges and struggles they faced, were able to be overcome. Most of the time.
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The sense of relief further washed over him when she assured him that he did not need to apologize. He felt a bit less guilty for all the inquiries upon her reassurance as his smile brightened when she said that she was flattered by it. "I do," he further stated. "I wish to know you. Your likes and dislikes . . . " He paused for a moment, a bit of a playful expression forming upon his face.
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"And not just in physical terms," he said suggestively, unable to resist the tease. "But to hear of your dreams growing up, and your childhood . . . to know what made you, who you are today." Someone he cared deeply for. Someone he enjoyed all aspects of. Someone who . . . he was truly falling for. Her own words, wishing to know him filled him with a joy he had not thought possible from such words.
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But to know the feeling was mutual . . . allowed him to feel more comfortable in asking her questions as well. Though, he knew it may have been quite one sided. "Anything you wish to know about me Genevieve, all you need do is ask." And he meant it, his hand stroking her cheek while making this silent promise to her.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 8, 2021 1:01:17 GMT
I'm not bound by "Your brother saw us at the gardens." Benedict froze upon hearing these words. Numbed with the surprise of them. The . . . repercussions. First of course the embarrassment of his brother catching him with a lover; this was not the way he ever wanted him to find out. Keeping secrets from his family was not something Benedict enjoyed doing especially with Henry, for it implied shame. No. He was not ashamed of the man.
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But he felt protective over him and what they had enough, that he knew neither of them were ready to come out about their relationship. The fact that Anthony had seen him . . . pieces were slowly starting to come together. Understanding of what Henry meant when he said words that had hurt Benedict's heart. But, where he otherwise may have appreciated the understanding and clarity, he found no relief in the truth. Everything that Henry said after these words were belatedly processed in Benedict's mind as it struggled to digest the first revelation. Yes. It all made sense indeed, and yet, didn't at the same time. The shock was too much and Benedict shifted his position from being on top of Henry, to now standing to the side, his back facing the older male for a moment as he tried to regain himself. As he tried to maintain some semblance of composure.
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He knew that he had fallen silent, and that silence was deafening. Benedict closed his eyes, his previous state of acceptance -- as much as he didn't want to -- quickly being replaced with something else. Was it anger? Perhaps. Benedict seldom grew genuinely angry and maybe even now, it was merely a mask for the hurt. A deeper hurt than before because it was now not just Henry who caused it, but also . . . his brother. Opening his eyes, Benedict began to speak.
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"Then you and my brother are the same." He slowly turned to look at Henry, distance now between them but Benedict knew he could not be a coward when saying this. The words though possibly holding harsh connotations, instead came out more . . . sad and hurt, rather than angry and raging. His tone remained similar for the rest of his words. "For you both dictate my happiness on my behalf." Anthony forcing Henry to end things so that Benedict could be happy. Henry actually ending them so that Benedict could be happy.
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"Do you both think me a fool in my understanding of what our relationship entails. The risks, the consequences, the sacrifices." Henry had been doing it far longer than Benedict, having had an understanding of himself and desires before the younger male but how naïve did they both believe Benedict to be? "But I do it, because someone once told me that love is worth it. And I found that to be true." Former words he had just told him, repeated now but with a different strength.
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Benedict had once been insecure, self critical but now the confidence that Henry had given him over the time they were together . . . was showcasing itself in the steadiness of his words. "I do not expect my brother to understand, and I regret his . . . sudden involvement." The way he found out and . . . Benedict could only imagine the horror of that conversation between Henry and Anthony.
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"But you. I came to you some time ago to be free of societal expectations and pressures. You showed me a life where we need not live with it's suffocation." First when it came to artistry and then . . . with freedoms, and pleasures that led to their relationship. "And now, because my brother says it cannot be, you concede?" Admit defeat? That was it? Because one man held a stronger word than the entirety of society? And hearing him speak of getting married . . . knowing it was similar expectation of his brother, left him feeling the sting of defiance.
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Not because he was oppose to the notion, but because of what they seemed to believe marriage would bring with it. "Marriage does not equate happiness." Something Henry surely understood. And it seemed clear . . . that Benedict's happiness was so misunderstood. "Happiness is found in love." Not marriage, and his words were clear in its reference that that was exactly what he had found in Henry. In them.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 8, 2021 0:33:48 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict listened to her apologize for the stain of the blood and he immediately wished to discourage her from any apology. "There is no need for apology," he immediately said. He almost added on to her words, teasing, that should he require clean cloth . . . he knew a fantastic modiste he could seek advice from. Perhaps, before, it was something he could tease about. It was after all, something he had playfully and flirtatiously remarked on. But now . . . it served as a painful reminder. That that was a reason they could not be together.
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That her being of a different status than he, was a reason they could not be together. It felt odd, and uncomfortable that he now need to guard his words in front of her where as before, they had flowed out so naturally. How incredibly unsettling. And he didn't like it. But, there was nothing he could do to change it. He knew that now and . . . perhaps he just needed more time to accept it. So instead of offering a tease or playful remark about her role in society that placed such impossibility between them for a future, he remained practical and safe in his words. "I would much prefer it on the material than on you." Perhaps, not as safe as what he could have said but never the less, the words came out. Emotion in them, and of course . . . the words meant in a far greater extent, for he never wished to see any blood on her. Blood caused by such vile monsters who would dare do this to her.
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Ringing the cloth again, he brought it back to gently wipe the remainder of the blood, having gotten most of it off her face for now. He offered another small, soft smile when she told him a shirt would be fine after thanking him, and saying it would be nice to get out of the dress. Another moment that Benedict had to bite his tongue during. Flashes of their past times together, playfully removing the clothing off on another's body.
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Building the teasing nature that so effortlessly formed between them. And yet now, her removing her dress was more of practicality rather than burning desire. She would remove it to be more comfortable, not to allow him to touch her and give as well as gain pleasure. The nature of them had so drastically changed and so quickly, that Benedict continued to feel the struggle of swallowing back his emotions and forcing words that required thought and care.
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"I should send for a physician," he told her, trying to do anything -- say anything -- that would distract him from daring to let his emotions escape. "It seems you have further injuries that . . . perhaps he can better examine." On her body. Benedict wanted to look out of sheer concern for her. Wanting to see the extent of what these villains did. Yet, he lacked the right. He had no claim to do such a thing and . . . he was almost afraid to ask. For now, as he was unsure whether that mind set would change throughout the duration of their conversations.
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When her face was clean of blood, he set the cloth down, and looked over her face. His fingers hovered over the evident bruise, barley touching her skin as his eyes held the sadness and concern of what she went through and the pain she may still be in. "If you would allow me to take you upstairs, you can get more comfortable there." Both by being on a bed and by changing out of her torn dress. Yet he had to be mindful to ask for permission. As he had to keep reminding himself . . . he had no right to touch her, nor take any liberties with her. Not anymore.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 8, 2021 0:17:04 GMT
I'm not bound by Henry asked him if he felt he could make it up the stairs with support . . . offering to boil some water . . . and then, encouraging him to spend the night. Oh how terribly selfish of Benedict to have taken advantage of him. The reason of his coming here quickly recalled in his mind as the guilt set in for how Henry tended to him, and how generous the man was being. Benedict looked at Henry, the younger male's eyes heavily lidded. A combination of the ordeal, exhaustion, the previous pain, and the opium. A terrible combination indeed. Perhaps making him slightly delirious as the adrenaline truly started to wane and the fear of incoherence starting to sink in.
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"Have I not inconvenienced you enough?" He asked him, somewhat rhetorical but the truth was in his words. The touch of Granville's hand directed him to maintain eye contact, to look at him, was another added sensation that Benedict was basking in. "Your home was not even close." Guilt in his words for he knew now that it was not proximity that brought him here. Yes, it had not been terribly far but Benedict surely could have gone elsewhere. The truth of the matter was that he did not want to. He wasn't even certain if his words made sense for all the inner thought that went along with it. Nor, did he care.
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"I can walk upstairs," he finally said. Unable to debate the matter even though he knew it was terribly wrong of him to take advantage of Henry like this. Benedict huffed with amusement at his latter words, processing in his slow mind. "Let us hope, it would not come to that," he said almost jokingly. To die in the streets . . . a terrible outcome that would be.
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"If you are certain, that I am not imposing." Benedict wasn't even entirely certain what the altnerative was. He did not wish to alarm his family at this hour and . . . would it not be a further inconvenience to ask Granville to take him back to his home? No. Benedict knew that either way, he had dragged Granville into his . . . situation. "I would be indebted to you. As I am now." Yes. The delirium was slowly making its way to cloud Benedict's mind of better guarding his words.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 8, 2021 0:05:17 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict continued to feel . . . helpless. Helpless to understand what was taking place in Henry's mind. What thoughts filled him that would seek to terminate their relationship. Where his actions, still felt as they always did with the way he kissed him, and touched him. Albeit, an added urgency in them due to their previous conversation and what they both know would happen once the day was done. But . . . it made no sense. And Benedict in his attempt to try and push it aside to savour these last moments, could not help but continue to think of it.
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The more they spoke, the more confusion and hurt grew in the younger male. His hands slowed from where they stroked him before it fell to the side, his body still over Henry and his face still nestled against his. He could feel the wet stain of tears and the slight tremble of his body that indicated he was crying. Benedict clenched his jaw, desperate to understand, wanting to demand an explanation. But . . . Henry had been so clear in his words. Yet now, his actions betrayed it all and his current words fell somewhere in between. Benedict remained still, eyes closed as he felt Henry's kisses along his skin, trying to process everything. The conflict of the pleasure of his touch versus the pain of his words.
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"Why does it have to be like this?" He asked again, his voice barley above a whisper. It took him a moment to even realize he had said it out loud, thoughts translated from his mind to voice. But, Benedict wasn't sure he was able to hear it again. To hear that he should find another; that they could not be together. He wasn't sure his heart would be able to bare it for the second time. Benedict drew his head back a little, only enough to look at Henry, as the younger male's hand now went to Granville's cheek.
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"Do you want me to stop?" His voice soft, quiet, but sincere. Of course Benedict did not want to stop but he also was the one who did not wish for their relationship to end. So Benedict had to be clear. Henry said he wanted him, his touches proving it but . . . taking advantage of his brief moment of clarity, Benedict needed to be sure. Because, he would not be able to endure Henry referring to this as a mistake, the same word he'd previously used and the second born Bridgerton son . . . needed to be certain that in this moment, Henry was sure.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 7, 2021 23:55:03 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict watched as realization swept over Henry; the artist recognizing the . . . forwardness of his actions. Yet, Benedict knew it was not just the forward nature of what he had done. The Bridgerton son felt more confused than before, despite his ability to conceal such a feeling. It was more rooted in his mind, in his heart. In, his desires. Kissing Henry had perhaps caused a realization of his own and he was unsure where to go from there.
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It was after all ironic. For had it been anyone but Henry, or had Henry not been in this heartbreak . . . it would be Granville himself that Benedict would have gone to for guidance. For advice. But alas. As Benedict thought before, this was not about him, this was about Henry. Benedict's own feelings and realizations would need to wait. Or, perhaps never be addressed at all and forever remain undisclosed.
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"It is fine," he assured Henry, a small smile on Benedict's lips as he tried to ground himself in the moment, and not what the kiss had inspired within him. Henry regretted it, of course he did. Words of apology and regret. Benedict had never thought he would share a kiss with the man -- though thoughts had entered his mind -- and yet, the first one that they had shared . . . had been a result of heartbreak. Yes. That was what prompted Henry in this moment.
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Benedict just happened to be here and, he needed to remember that. For he would continue to be here for Henry. That much had not changed. "Heartbreak can leave a man unguarded and . . . " What was the word that he could use that would soften any risk of rejection. For that was not how Benedict felt towards this, event. "Regretful." Yes. That was a safer word for it was practically spoken by Henry himself. Regret.
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Benedict raised a hand and gently rested it on Henrys's upper arm, just below his shoulder in an attempt to continue to reassure him. "Think nothing of it." For Henry's own piece of mind, Benedict did not wish to add onto his emotional pain. "I only wish I could spare you of your pain right now." It was difficult; watching a man who was always so composed, now emotionally compromised as the tears trailed down his cheeks. "My offer to be in your company remains. Nothing will change that. But . . . I do think you should at least sit down, or rest. It is a difficult night." For the heartbreak he had suffered. Benedict needed to be here for Henry and help take care of him, after all the times that he had done so for Benedict.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 7, 2021 23:42:30 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict smiled widely when Granville greeted him, prompting a few others to cheer as well. The Bridgerton son chuckled, waving his hand to them and knew that he would have to properly greet them later. It was here, at Granville's parties that Benedict felt as if he had developed some form of identity. Developing ties and finding his place in society . . . perhaps in this world. A lesson further strengthened by the woman who's hand he now held.
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Benedict released her hand to greet the older male, one hand shaking it and his other hand resting on Henry's forearm for the duration of the greeting. "I see we are still early to it," he commented, upon Henry saying that the party could not truly begin. Benedict was of course referring to Henry's state of dress. He had not quite yet fully immersed himself into the events of tonight. It would seem, the night was still young. Benedict let his hands fall to his side thought instinctively, one gently moved to rest upon Sophie's back. A natural gesture despite the infrequency of it in the presence of others.
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Henry asked her name and Benedict's bright smile remained. It seemed impossible for it to fade with the two current people standing before him, finally meeting. A strong pride and honor that he had both of them in his life. Letting Sophie answer Granville's question, he went on to agree with the other male in reassurance to Sophie. "I quickly learned here that there are no formalities. No titles needed or facades to maintain." That they could just truly be themselves. That they could breathe, free from society's suffocating expectations. He wanted Sophie to experience that as well; the freedoms that came within Granville's home.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 7, 2021 23:15:00 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict sneezed into his handkerchief seconds after Sophie told him that she would take care of it. He leaned his head back against the pillow of the couch in the main sitting room of My Cabin. Their trip back to the Bridgerton estate was a bit delayed due to the storm and . . . the fact that he had gotten sick. Something he greatly hated to admit. Then again, of course no one liked getting sick.
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It was however, especially frustrating considering this would have been an otherwise perfect time for him and Sophie to have some time alone. Which, he did. Only he had to have gotten sick. And now he couldn't even do something as simple as starting the fire. She told him not to get up and that she would do it . . . and he lacked the strength to argue. Because, remaining laying down certainly did feel good.
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And the fire would also feel good for he felt himself getting chills, and sweating at the same time. It was fortunate they at least got out of the wet clothes, but he hoped that this . . . sickness would not keep him incapacitated for too long. "Thank you," he told her gratefully, his voice sounding more congested than he cared to admit. He shifted a little, still trying to make himself somewhat useful but no sooner did the thought cross his mind, did he sneeze again into his cloth.
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"Should I not have a friend?
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 7, 2021 3:59:00 GMT
I'm not bound by It was late at night and everyone was asleep . . . so Benedict presumed. That, would be his first mistake. For had he the slightest belief that anyone was up, he may have locked his door. But, it was certainly unneeded tonight. He was home at his family's estate, deciding to spend the night here rather than at his own estate or residence in Bloomsbury.
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In fact, most of his time was spent in this particular home. And tonight, that was exactly where he was. No party, no social event. Just . . . home. And in being so, felt that he needed something. Something. With the absence of events and not having found anyone of interest . . . Benedict found himself needing to take matters into his own hands. Literally.
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He lay on his bed, clad in comfortable attire of a shirt and breeches, with the room still lit. His hand started to undo his pants and slipped under the fabric, onto his skin, sliding down to his length. He began to move his hand slowly, closing his eyes as he sunk his head into the comfortable pillow behind him, heavily exhaling as he began. His mind settling on those whom he knew would help the process along.
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Swallowing, he worked to fight back any sound, his breathing growing a bit heavier as his hand started to pick up speed . . . stroking his length in what started off in long, drawn out motions but now . . . hastening. Building a steady rhythm and speed as his arousal grew and thickened in his hand. He had to stifle a moan of building need and pleasure, throbbing within the very palm of his hand and knowing that he was close . . . so close to that euphoric release-- that was when the door swung open and Benedict immediately reacted.
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He rolled over on the bed and in the hasty and abrupt movement, fell off of it taking a pillow with him -- fortunately landing on the opposite side that was unable to be viewed from the door. Hitting the ground with a thud, it gave Benedict just barley an extra second to quickly do up his pants as he staggered to his feet, breathless and disheveled and . . . aching.
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He held the pillow, pressing it over his lower region and tried to make the gesture appear as casual as possible. "Daphne!" He exclaimed as he had stumbled to his feet. "What are you doing in here?!" He demanded. He was unsure which was worse: the embarrassment over getting caught -- depending on how much she saw -- or the pain of his inability to finish what he had started.
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Please do not tell mother."
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 7, 2021 3:05:49 GMT
I'm not bound by Lewis' answer was not as . . . detailed as Benedict had expected given the man's interest in this subject matter. Perhaps the Bridgerton son had overstepped or inquired about a subject that was best not to delve deeper into. After all, the question had so naturally come out without second thought. Perhaps Lewis had intended to keep it that way.
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"I see," he said, having assumed part of what Lewis revealed. Benedict supposed it was merely fortunate that it had not ceased the conversation all together, at risk of saying the wrong thing to Mr. Anwyl. "Seems rather simplistic an act," Benedict said jokingly, knowing that it surely was anything but that. However, he was also no . . . expert in the complexities of obtaining a flayed body. Nor did he have any aspirations to be. So his words came out as a bit playful, meant in good humor as he took another sip of his drink which . . . he was running out of.
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the rules of society.
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Second Son
Free Spirit
"Should I not have a friend?
I'm not bound by
the rules of society.
Please do not tell mother."
Personal Text
Nobleman
Rank
Aspiring Artist
Occupation
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euphoria
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 7, 2021 3:00:15 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict slightly shook his head when she offered him the cigarette, but looking at him . . . alerted her to his state. He hated that his sister saw him like this, but at the same time, felt safe in her presence. He moved to the spot that she patted, joining her on the adjacent swing.
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He found instant relief off his feet, slightly wincing from the shift in movement due to the throbbing of his chest -- most likely his ribs. She asked him what hurt, and he did not wish to alarm her any further. "Apart from my pride?" He asked, in attempt to joke, to lighten the mood and assure her he was fine, or would be fine. "It shall pass," he assured her, hoping that by morning he would be able to take something to ease the pain and thus, be functional.
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Wiping a bit of the blood from the sleeve of his coat, his tongue running along the inside of his cheek to see the sensitivity of it, he then continued to explain. "It was a mugging," he revealed. "Are all others asleep? I do not wish for them to see me like this." He knew it was inevitable but at least for tonight, he did not want to alarm nor worry anyone. It was bad enough he had caused this . . . distress to Eloise.
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