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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 6, 2021 1:06:55 GMT
I'm not bound by These type of events did not do much for the second born Bridgerton son. Of course he had grown used to them, but that did not mean he enjoyed them as much as others did. Especially masquerades. Did not everyone wear masks? Shielding their true nature in the eyes of society? Benedict had recently found opportunities to remove this mask he wore to liberate himself and be in a nonjudgmental environment. And yet, people thought that concealing their faces was such a unique experience. No. Benedict truly felt that everyone in society concealed themselves; false appearances and hidden secrets. But alas, Benedict certainly was not one to spoil a mood, especially as his siblings -- most of them -- were enjoying this event as well. Not to mention the fact that they were the ones hosting this masquerade ball to begin with.
◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ As his brother just departed to join in a dance -- something else Benedict seldom did -- Benedict's eyes casually searched the crowd for any familiar faces. Which, was ironic since everyone's was concealed. Still. Some were able to be recognized, and some remained a mystery. The thought no sooner entered his mind when he lay his eyes on one of the more unfamiliar individuals. Which, was a shame. For once he set his gaze upon her, he could not look away. Unsure what it was about her . . . something captivating no doubt. Mesmerizing.
◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ To the point that he had not even realized the pull towards her . . . that he was walking towards her until she spoke directly to him. How he had managed to cross the room without even fully being aware of it . . . was not something that often -- if ever -- happened to him. Especially not at such events where he made it a point to avoid women so not to raise rumours and hopeful talks of courting and marriage. Her words however, brought a genuine smile to his lips as his eyes remained on this mysterious beauty.
◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ "Nor I one so beautiful," he commented, playing along with her compliments of the events but it was clear in his gaze fixated on her, that he was not referring to the event itself. Tearing his eyes away for a brief moment, he looked toward the crowd. "I am glad you are finding everything to your liking," he remarked, before looking back at her. "Or is there perhaps anything that you find lacking?" He had not failed to notice that she was standing alone and it made him wonder where those she had come with were. "Such as good company." The words holding an offer for his own, should she wish to be in it. For he could not fathom how a woman such as herself, would be standing alone for a single moment.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 6, 2021 0:54:06 GMT
I'm not bound by The sensation of every touch of Henry's lips upon Benedict's body had the younger male longing for more. The emotional pain of the ending of their relationship, numbed by the intense pleasure of each nip and bite. Eager for more if it meant continuing to forget that this, may very well be their last night together. Breathless moans of pleasure escaped him from the intensity of their actions, the desperate urge to unleash their passions one more time, emotion driving them in a way it had not before. For part of it, was pain and the desperate need to forget or as Benedict felt earlier -- numb it.
◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ He opened his eyes once more to Henry removing his shirt completely, feeling the warmth of their upper bodies pressed together; another welcome sensation that left Benedict yearning for more. The Bridgerton son eagerly kissed him back, hungrily capturing his lips to be met with equal intensity. Benedict's lips followed Henry's when he felt the other male start to pull away and Benedict watched him as he began to remove his trousers. Swallowing, the younger male leaned back against the wall, attempting to catch his breath as he just watched Henry. The sight of him removal his clothing a welcome one, and Benedict was certainly enjoying the view. He remained in position, a huff of amusement escaping him as Henry stumbled and landed on the piece of furniture.
◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ Why could it not stay like this? Benedict did not want his mind to search into the conflict; Henry's actions speaking louder than his words when it came to what he desired. But he needed to push such things aside, not wishing to deal with them. Not right now. And it was the perfect excuse to force them back when Henry urged him forward. Smiling, Benedict began to make his way over to the artist, and once close enough, found his lips again in a kiss that continued to reflect his passion and love felt for the man before him. Benedict moved to position himself on top of Henry, Benedict kicking off his own boots one by one in the process so that they could join the rest of their attire. His hand then slid down to Henry's length, wrapping his fingers around it and moving his hand in a singular long stroke, moaning into the kiss as Benedict was taking advantage of the fact that Henry was completely undressed under him . . . and he had yet to completely join his state of undress.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 6, 2021 0:06:35 GMT
I'm not bound by Tonight was a very special night, for many reasons. Benedict and Sophie had managed to sneak out of the house, for he had invited her to accompany him to one of Granville's parties. An outing together, where they could link arms with one another and simply, be together. It was a rare occurrence, even though Sophie now worked as a maid at his family's estate. To be alone with her, and avoid suspicion, was no simple task. But tonight . . . he would be taking her to a place where they could walk arm in arm and not face the judgement or fear of discovery. A safe haven within the walls of Granville's home. And that, was another reason that made tonight so special.
◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ Benedict would introduce Granville to Sophie. Henry was so very near and dear to Benedict's heart and he wanted him to meet the woman that Benedict loved. He wanted Sophie to know this part of his life that he had never shown anyone else. And with that in mind, Benedict couldn't help but feel a bit . . . nervous. The infrequency of this, of bringing someone to Henry's home, of making introduction between them, of the intimacy of all of this . . . yes. It made the Bridgerton nervous. But excited at the same time. Benedict had explained to Sophie, brief snippets of what to expect. That these parties were not like the typical ones hosted by high society. They were more, liberating. Freeing. And that she would see things that were hidden from public for a reason.
◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ As they approached the house, now standing outside of it, Benedict turned his head to smile at Sophie, giving her hand a gentle squeeze before raising his other to knock at the door. Lucy was the one to answer and they were both greeted by a smile. As yes. Benedict had met Mrs. Granville upon his very first visit here and the events of that night . . . were best left undisclosed. After all, he did not want to scare Sophie away. But at the same time, knew it was very important for him to show her this part of his life. This part of who he was. Lucy motioned to where Henry was and Benedict's smile grew, holding Sophie's hand and leading him towards the male host of the party. "Granville," he greeted as they neared him, Benedict glancing at Sophie to ensure she was not too shocked by the sights around them.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 5, 2021 19:02:01 GMT
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 5, 2021 4:41:30 GMT
I'm not bound by Each layer that Henry removed from Benedict's upper body, was a barrier lifted. Feeling the relief of its constraint on his body as the younger male positioned himself to however Henry directed him. The sensation of his hands over him, divesting him of each layer of clothing and his touch lingering . . . yes. It was all Benedict wanted in this moment. Henry Granville was all Benedict wanted. And it would seem that the feeling was mutual. For Henry's actions betrayed his words. There was an urgency to his actions, an expression of . . . love and need. So it only further fueled Benedict's confusion as to what he said. About his words ending their relationship. Was that truly what Granville wanted? Or was this what he wanted?
Benedict was far too consumed with passion and need to analyze the situation. His lips parted from Henrys skin when he felt him rip open his shirt, the artist's lips moving over Benedict. Benedict's head fell back against the wall, letting out a breathy moan of pleasure at the way his lips left a trail of heat upon his skin. One of Benedict's hands went to the back of Henry's head, fingers tangling in his hair to press him closer. To encourage his attentions where they were. But the need to touch and feel Henry was overwhelming.
So Benedict's hands lowered to Henry's waist coat, quickly opening the buttons so that he could slide it off him. Once that was done, Benedict immediately continued his efforts, hastily unbuttoning Henry's shirt. Once it was open, Benedict's hand slipped underneath the fabric, sliding over his bare, firm back before slipping off the shirt all together and letting it join the rest of the clothing on the floor thus far. Benedict's lips sought out Henry's again, kissing him with a strong fervency while his hands continued to caress his bare upper body, letting his need and love for the man pour out in each touch.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 5, 2021 3:51:21 GMT
I'm not bound by In all the times they had been together, Benedict had learned Henry's body. Learned the way he kissed, the emotions that were in each embrace. The way he touched, and enjoyed being touched. Studying him through experiencing him. So the way that he kissed him now . . . was not the kind of kiss that indicated that one was ready to end a relationship. He had not pushed Benedict away, nor did he just lightly kiss him back. His kiss in return was emotional, as if trying to convey something that words could not. It left Benedict confused -- more so than before -- but right now, he was not of a mind to question it nor distract the moment.
◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ He wasn't even sure if it gave him hope that they could save their relationship. Henry would not toy with him in such a way; make him believe that the relationship was over and then give him this hope. No. This was a kiss goodbye. A final time they could express how they felt for one another. It may hurt more down the road, and make it more difficult to part but Benedict -- as he often did -- allowed his heart to guide his actions. And right now, his heart was wanting Henry. Feeling his hands upon his cheeks, and the other male's hand in his hair was a welcome sensation. One that Benedict dare not even consider that he may never experience again. The thought was far too devastating. And then, Henry spoke words that just intensified all that Benedict was already feeling. He was telling him to stay. To stay with him. Unable to voice what tomorrow would bring and it certainly was for the best because Benedict did not want to hear it.
◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ Instead, he captured his lips in another kiss and Benedict once again, gave his answer through actions rather than words. He parted his lips to deepen the kiss, coaxing Henry's mouth open with his own. Benedict's arms fell to his side, moving back so that he could pull off his coat and let it fall to the ground. His gesture revealing his answer. That he wanted to stay; that he would stay. His hands found Henry's again, wrapping around his body to hold him close as he stepped back a little until Benedict felt the wall against his back. His lips moved from Henry's, tilting to his neck where he breathlessly kissed along it, creating a path with each touch of his lips along the older male's neck.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 5, 2021 3:09:45 GMT
I'm not bound by A happy ending. Surely, it was not such an impossibility. Benedict's love for Henry made him so desperately want that for him: happiness. Even if Henry could not find it with Benedict any longer. He wanted the best for him, he didn't want him to give up on whatever other opportunity for love came his way. The guilt build within the Bridgerton son, wondering just how much he had done to leave him so jaded. Benedict strongly disagreed with the artist's words. He was not a coward. Benedict had always admired Henry's courage, and strength and . . . it was so very difficult to stand here and hear him speak of himself had such a way. And to know, that Benedict contributed to that. To his altering beliefs and perception of the world to a more cynical one.
◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ He may have told him that he is not at fault, but the younger male just could not believe him in that. He was. Surely he was. Something had happened, and what exactly that was, the extent of it . . . Benedict was uncertain. His words continued, speaking of friendship which . . . Benedict wanted. Selfishly. Whether they could remain friends, whether it was wise or not . . . Benedict knew he would still rather have Henry in his life, one way or another. Granville had enriched his life so much, he wasn't able to fathom one without him present in it. Benedict watched Henry step to the side to allow him to exit, though Benedict did not immediately move. Instead, he listened to him tell him that he was an excellent artist . . . that he would make a woman very happy one day. Art.
◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ It brought the Bridgerton's mind back to the drawing he had made. Thinking it over now, the lines were a bit sloppier than he'd initially thought. And the shadowing was inconsistent. The proportion still slightly off. The confidence that Benedict once had in a drawing he was proud of, now vanished. Nothing, was ever perfect. He would make note to discard it at a later time. Right now, he finally managed to move one foot in front of the other towards the door. Surely, this was not how they would leave things. His hand reached out for the door handle in preparation to open it, but paused once it touched it. No. He could not leave Henry thinking himself a coward, and he could not let the end of their relationship be left with such . . . tormented thoughts. Emotions took over and where he lacked in words, he compensated with actions.
◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ Spinning around he moved towards Granville and captured his lips in a heated kiss. Allowing all his emotions, thoughts, everything pour into the embrace. Henry might push him off, he might tell him to leave, he might reject Benedict's advances. But Benedict could not leave here without doing all that he could. He may not be able to save their relationship knowing that Granville would not change his mind . . . but he would not let Henry have this cynical perception of the world because of him. Easing out of the kiss Benedict's eyes remained closed, his lips still brushed against Herny's. "It is always worth it," he reminded him. Love that is. Even if it was not a love that Henry had for Benedict. The younger male just, didn't want Henry to give up on a future of happiness, with or without Benedict.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 5, 2021 2:44:13 GMT
I'm not bound by Tonight had been wonderful -- to say the least. They had all come together to celebrate his mother's birthday and what a celebration it had been. Benedict knew that there would be those who judged his relationship -- his now marriage with Sophie, but he paid them no attention. His mother and siblings were embracing her and family, was everything to him. She was now his family as well. So he wanted nothing more than for everyone to come together, keeping thoughts of rank, status and past challenges out of their minds. Tonight, proved just how possible that was.
◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ It had reached its inevitable conclusion, but Benedict was happy to be going home as well. Having the companionship of his wife made it easy to depart these family gatherings; the promise of spending the night holding her and being in her company was all Benedict needed. She led them to the carriage as he helped her inside -- not that she truly needed it. And settled comfortably in it, with her by his side. A fortunate thing for he would have certainly shifted his position to be as close to her as possible.
◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ He smirked in return, chuckling at her comment that was met with laughter upon saying it. He moved his arm so that it was rested behind her, outstretched behind her as his hand, casually hung off her shoulder. He smiled, gaze filled with ardent love for her as she kissed his hand, nestling even closer to her for any distance between them was too much. "Did I now?" He asked with playful innocence, knowing exactly what he was doing. "I can't seem to help it," he confessed. "I rather enjoy seeing that flush of colour touch your cheeks and being the cause of it," he added on teasingly, leaning forward to kiss her cheek in a lingering kiss.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 5, 2021 2:21:07 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict did not fail to notice that Henry had not said the words back. That he merely confirmed his knowledge of them and it was perhaps in that moment, that Benedict knew there was no way to convince him. But still he listened, still his stubborn mind refused to give up . . . conflicted with both realization and the dare to hope. But it was the words that followed that struck Benedict. Though he remained completely still, he felt as if something had struck him hard enough to leave him winded. "We made a grave mistake." And for the first time since all his time with Henry, Benedict truly felt hurt. Hurt by a man he did not think was capable of hurting him in such a way.
◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ Benedict never regretted a single touch, a single kiss -- even in the garden. Yes, he should have been more careful but how could he regret expressing the love he had for another? But now, here, Henry stood before him and told him that they made a mistake. That each kiss, each touch, each profession of affection and love and what it all led to or resulted in . . . was a mistake. Benedict felt a lump in his throat almost making it impossible to speak. He felt the sting of tears in his eyes and used what strength he had to fight them back. His hand slowly released Henry's from where he had been holding it. For all he had allowed himself to express, and all the self discovery . . . and the journey in life the man before him led him on . . . it was a mistake. A word truly never stung so much and Benedict knew how just how much he himself, had destroyed the relationship with Henry if it prompted him to say such a thing. Benedict could not even look at him right now, his gaze falling between them, trying to process the rest of what he said, yet his mind fixated on this singular statement, the singular word.
◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ "A mistake," he repeated, not even fully aware he had said it out loud. Saying it, prompted a tear from fall from his eye as he attempted to speak again, and trying to keep his voice from catching. Worked to keep it steady. "I see." Pensive, but hurt. Did he think Alfred too was a mistake? Did he not do the same with the other? Had Benedict truly done so much irreparable damage? Benedict almost wanted to ask him, to question the difference. But, he could not be spiteful. Despite how Henry now perceived their relationship, Benedict meant what he had said. He loved him and that did not just suddenly change. It was because he loved him that he was hurt; that he was unable to process all that was happening. He was unsure how much time had passed of silence, and finally, Benedict had the strength to look at Henry's eyes once more, whether he returned his gaze or not. He could not leave here without at least speaking something more.
◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ "You once told me that you risk your life every day, for love." Words that had deeply resonated with Benedict even if at the time, Henry was with another man. "I was willing to do the same." Now having to speak past tense because it was clear, that Henry's mind would not be changed. Benedict could see it in the man; the finality in which he now deemed this relationship. "I would have continued to." Risk it all, live in that . . . constant threat of danger as he had once said. "Because I believed it was worth it. Perhaps I am foolish enough to still believe it is." Foolish, for it now seemed to be one sided. Swallowing again, his tone remained steady, no accusation nor anger. But it was impossible to mask the hurt felt in this moment. Benedict had never been good at hiding his feelings, particularly in front of a man who knew him so well, another involuntary tear falling from his eye.
◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ "And I am sorry that you do not." Once again, his voice lacked accusation and held more . . . remorse. Guilt, for whatever errors Benedict had made to so drastically shift the man's thinking from convincing Benedict to risk it all for love . . . to now, offering the opposite message that it was not worth it. "I'm sorry that this-- us . . . " Was not worth it were the unspoken words yet perhaps ones still understood. "That it changed your belief." A belief that he had once so adamantly expressed to him before. Enough to convince Benedict that it was ok to act on his feelings and that it would not be done in vain. That the love felt was stronger than the risk involved. "I hope that one day, you can forgive me for that." For whatever he had done to alter Henry's beliefs when it came to love.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 5, 2021 1:27:34 GMT
I'm not bound by Once she was laying upon the couch, Benedict searched around the room for what he needed so that he did not have to leave her for a moment. He had a bowl full of potpourri that his mother always insisted he keep here, to which he tossed the petals to the side, and then reached for the pitcher of water kept in the room. Setting the items down on the small table near the couch, he proceeded to roll up his sleeves, before pouring the water into the bowl. He then reached into his pocket for a handkerchief and set it with the other items as he listened to her explain what had happened.
◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ Benedict was not a violent person, but the anger that filled him upon hearing that someone would do this, to her . . . made him long to find the identities and bring them to justice. The anger coursing through him but did not surface by any means. Concern still won over as the dominant feeling right now and, he wanted to remain composed for her. He wanted to assure her she was safe, not escalate the emotional state to one that would not be productive in this moment. But his mind was racing, and his heart aching for her. For what she endured, for the pain she was in, for every mark on her her that was evident of this. "I--" He couldn't find the words to say, his voice holding the emotions that he felt of sadness and pain for her.
◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ Lightly shaking his head, he swallowed, trying to fight back what he could at the cruelty of these men's actions. He took a deep breath, his hand gently touching the top of her head, stroking it tenderly. "You are safe now," he assured her, knowing that in this moment, it was all he could offer here. Words spoken from his heart. His hands went to the ties of her dress, carefully pulling at one before pausing. "May I loosen your dress?" Gestures that did not require permission but . . . now they did. Becuase this was no playful moment between them. This was not filled with teasing and flirtation. He asked out of sheer practicality. To help her ease any further strain of breath or pain. And, because he knew she injured there too. So he had to ask, and somehow managed to stop himself from an action that felt so . . . natural, so instinctive.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 5, 2021 1:11:52 GMT
I'm not bound by When Henry placed some distance between them, Benedict could feel that there was indeed something wrong. And it did not take long to determine what that was, for Henry spoke the words. Any trace of a smile were now fully faded from the Bridgerton's face, left with surprise and . . . confusion. Utter confusion. He was attempting to process Henry's words, but it was all too much. Trying to focus on one bit at a time. He . . . he didn't understand. What had changed so drastically? What made him change his mind about him? About them?
◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ "I don't understand," he voiced, attempting to. Trying to find something in Henry's eyes, though he was averting his gaze. Another sign that he was serious. "Have I done something?" Benedict asked, knowing that surely must be it. This was his first time in a relationship with a man and . . . he hadn't even been considering that. He only thought of him as Henry Granville. And once Benedict allowed himself to succumb to his feelings and desires for the man, it had all just seemed to make sense. It all came together. It all had felt, wonderful. Benedict continued to search Henry's gaze . . . but the moment a realization hit Benedict, it could be seen in his face. "Is this about the other night in the garden?" He asked. That must have been it. He could think of nothing else that had happened that would so drastically change Henry's feelings towards him.
◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ "I am sorry. I know I took a great risk and perhaps, had been too bold that night." Confidence in himself and being with Henry had taken time for Benedict to build. The self doubt and almost hesitation to act upon such strong feelings. But as time passed, he had overcome it. Now, he feared it had gone to too great an extent. "I did not mean to make you uncomfortable nor compromise your efforts to avoid suspicion. And I assure you it will not happen again." Risking such a public display of affection.
◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ Benedict had lost himself in the moment and he should have exercised more self restraint. Henry had told him after all when he was with Alfred that he could not even so much as look at him from across the room. Benedict had surely compromised all the effort that Henry had put in to protect his reputation and discourage suspicion. It was foolish of the younger male to do and hoped that he could rectify his error. Besides, Henry had much more experience in this area than Benedict . . . and that was showing in how, inexperienced Benedict's decisions and actions had shown him to be.
◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ Benedict's hand reached out to touch Henry's that was on his cheek, before lowering it between them, but not in a way to reject his touch. In a way where he could just hold it in an appeal to the man, looking with soft intent at the older make. Surely, thus was fixable and Benedict's determination would not be stifled. "I will be more careful in the future, Henry. But please do not leave without allowing us-- me a chance to fix this." The self doubt that had long been set to rest starting to inch its way back into Benedict. He offered a small smile to the man, hoping he it would help ease his doubts and allow him to prove that they could be together. For Benedict did not miss Henry's words of expecting him to marry. Words that Benedict could not address yet, for he did not even wish to think about being intimate with another right now. "I love you." And he hoped that it was enough.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 5, 2021 0:22:19 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict felt the warmth of Henry's touch upon his chest, a welcome touch . . . always welcome. The sensation of it not one Benedict ever took for granted considering the journey that brought them together like this. And to actually be together was truly an incredible thing. But his words quickly pulled the younger male out of pursuing any further action -- mainly just following him to a room where they could, have tea as he suggested.
◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ Although Benedict's smile remained on his lips, a flicker of confusion crossed his features. "But I have found happiness," he told him, voice thick with sincerity. "With you," he added on, as if there was any doubt there. Benedict paused for a moment, before the confusion faded and left was a bit of a playful expression. "Am I not expressing my happiness well enough," he said teasingly, flirtation clear in his voice as was jest. Though he meant the words emphatically. His hand that had been on Henry's cheek slowly slid down his side to wrap around him as he leaned forward, lightly kissing the corner of Henry's lips.
◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ "Is this better?" He asked softly, his tone filled with the same playful teasing. His lips then moved along Henry's cheek in another kiss. "Do I seem happier now?" Creating a trail along his cheek of soft touches. Truthfully, Benedict's mind did not dwell too deeply on Henry's words, far too fallen in this blissful euphoria that he found in his company. They were in love. And yes, they were happy. So he wanted to prove this to Henry, and wash away any doubts that the artist may have that Benedict was not happy. Oh, he was very happy indeed.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 5, 2021 0:00:46 GMT
I'm not bound by While Benedict did enjoy the chaos and busyness of the Bridgerton estate, recent events had him longing for some time alone. The separation from Genevieve had not been easy. With how deeply he had fallen for her, so too was he quickly pulled into reality. He cared for her, far more than he realized and her absence in his life . . . was painfully felt. So he had decided to spend the time alone, residing in his own residence in Bloomsbury.
◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ It was well away from the Ton and it was here that he could find some solace. At least, physically. Emotionally, he was far from content. Tonight, he had kept company with his sketchbook, lying on a chair in his bedroom with his feet propped up on the small stood in front of it. A small pile of crumpled up papers next to him. It was in this position that he had drifted to sleep, unaware of the time. Perhaps he would have eventually woken up from this odd position but it was not discomfort that brought him back to the conscious world. It was someone at his door. It immediately jolted him awake, wondering who it could possibly be at this hour. Not bothering to fix his appearance as his shirt hung loose, clad in his breeches and socks, along with what he presumed would might be slightly disheveled hair . . . haste won over appearance.
◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ He made his way to the door, opening it and what he saw on the other side was the furthest possibility from his mind. But the surprise of his physical presence was immediately replaced with concern as the blood dripped on her face and from her overall state. "Genevieve," he breathed, his arms going to either side of her as he brought her in his home, pushing the door closed. His arms moved to wrap around her instead to help support her, looking over her, concern quite evident in his features . . . as well as fear over what happened to her. Unsure how weakened she was -- for she certainly looked it -- and taking notice of her imbalanced stance, Benedict carefully scooped her up in his arms, carrying her over to the drawing room where there was a couch, and he moved to lay her down comfortably on it. "What happened?" He asked, his heart beating heavily in his chest over her state.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 4, 2021 23:41:10 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict had been up late that night finishing up one of his art pieces. And by the time he was done, all he could do was stare at it. It was perhaps, the first drawing he had done that he could finally say, he was satisfied with. Perfect was a bit of a stretch but as he inspected his, his eyes moving over the lines, the shadows, the depth . . . yes. He was pleased with it and the feeling was rather, unfamiliar. Certainly not unwelcome though. He also knew precisely what he wanted to do with it and that was gift it to the very man that made all this -- and much more -- possible.
◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ It was perfect timing too for the next morning, Henry had sent him an invitation for tea. Benedict of course, was all too happy to accept. He rolled up the paper and tucked it in his coat, deciding that he would gift it to him when the time felt right today. Wanting it to be a rather special moment where he could express his gratitude towards the man for all that he had done. Making his way to Henry's when the time came, he knocked on the door, an immediate bright smile upon his lips as he saw the older male standing before him. "Henry," Benedict greeted, always enjoying the fact that it was so . . . comfortable to use his first name.
◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ That they no longer needed formalities between them. Once he entered and Henry closed the front door behind him, Benedict immediately turned around to face him and leaned forward to kiss the artist's lips, Benedict's hand resting on the other's cheek. Letting the kiss linger, gently deepening it to take his time with the embrace until Benedict eased out of it, lips once again immediately curving into a smile as he slowly opened his eyes and rested his forehead against Henry's for a few moments. There. That seemed like a far more suitable greeting indeed. The younger male's confidence had grown exponentially thanks to Henry Granville. Not only when it came to his sketches . . . but when it came to himself.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 4, 2021 18:22:04 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict smiled with amusement at Colin's reaction of him ruffling his hair, the response well worth it. The older brother's smile turned into a reassuring one when the third born son thanked him for his support. That was something that he could certainly assure Colin of; that he understood the desire for love above all else, including rank. Though, he supposed it was fortunate that her rank did not fall too far below the expectation. Colin then asked him how his night was, and whether he found something -- or someone -- interesting.
◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ Benedict knew he could not fully divulge the details of his, nightly affairs. They were best kept secret, for the time being. As he found the more he attended them, the more a part of that world he felt he belonged to. "I went to a friend's home as he was having some guests over," Benedict explained. He wasn't a particularly good liar, nor did he feel the need to in this case. He just merely, left out certain details. "You would hate it," he further teased Colin, rather certain that these events were . . . not exactly any of his siblings' preference.
◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ "So brother, tell me about her," Benedict said, leaning back in his seated position to get more comfortable. "What captivated you about her above all other women you've ever set eyes upon." His voice clearly teasing but also, open to hearing more about the woman that would be joining their family soon.
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