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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."
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 4, 2021 18:13:41 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict had been so engrossed in his current art piece that he had not heard the soft footsteps of his wife enter or approach. With his work becoming well know, he was receiving commissions which often had him working on certain areas to further better his skills. It had become . . . easier, he supposed to accept his skill and that perhaps, he did possess some talent.
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With the happiness he had found with Sophie and now with the two of them at his country estate, away from all else as they enjoyed the time following their wedding. He was not alerted of her presence until he felt her arms wrap around him, causing an instant smile to form on his lips. He set down his paint brush, his now free hand moving to her forearm and sliding down it to gently take hold of her hand. Once holding it, he brought it to his lips and kissed the back of her hand. Turning his head he looked at the beautiful sight, one that seemed to grow in beauty every time he saw her. "I seemed to have lost track of time again," he said a bit guiltily, a slightly sheepish smile upon his lips.
Tag ali Note: Better layout coming soon! Ok sweet!! Hopefully I got that right with her wrapping her arms around him, right?!
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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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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 4, 2021 17:46:36 GMT
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There's someone in the house!
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Tonight was a very rare occasion. In fact, Benedict could not recall when the last time it had happened was. Never the less, he had no complaints. His entire family had gone to visit Daphne and her husband at their estate and Benedict, had come up with an excuse not to go. While it wasn't completely a lie, he may have slightly exaggerated the necessity to stay, saying he had work to finish and that he would be late. He promised to join them at a later time. But his motives for staying were not just work related. Many servants were given some time off, with the exception of a few who would maintain the upkeep of the house. So, it was practically empty. And that, was precisely what Benedict wanted for . . . it granted him alone time with Sophie.
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It was getting increasingly difficult, to see her working at their home and yet, unable to kiss her. Touch her. Hold her. All of those things often leaving him longing and causing the feelings he had for her, intensify. So when an opportunity presented itself -- such as right now -- they took full advantage. He had not even intended it to happen in the drawing room, but with all this pent up passion . . . the moment it started, the less control he had over the logistics. Which was why he was currently positioned on top of her at this late hour, as she was under him, her back against the couch in the drawing room. His shirt loosened, half unbuttoned and untucked while he had previously tossed his vest carelessly to the floor along with his boots. The strings of her own dress also had been pulled by his fingers, loosened yet the garment had not been entirely removed.
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His lips eagerly kissed her, filled with fervency and need. His hand moved over her body, longing to touch her skin and with that thought in mind, he began to hike her dress up, sliding his hand underneath it so to caress her thigh-- Benedict abruptly stopped, his head snapping up and facing the door, though he remained in his position on top of her. There had been a loud noise, sounding like the door and yet . . . no one should be home and those few workers that were, should be well asleep. The fact that they were in a common room, despite the door being closed would also pose to be a problem should someone actually be present. Particularly since no one knew of his and Sophie's . . . relationship. "There's someone in the house!" He said in a harsh whisper as if to alert her too.
Tag ali Note : Better layout coming soon!
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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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Tag me @benedict
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 4, 2021 16:23:46 GMT
I'm not bound by 13. My muse by your muse’s deathbed.
The world was truly a cruel place. He and Sophie had only been married a few months time and after all they had been through to be together . . . fate gave them this. Benedict however refused to give up. He did not care what the doctor told him was a certainty: that she would not live. That the illness was too advanced and could not be treated. That they now only prepare, make her comfortable and . . . make arrangements. Arrangements. Benedict would not even hear of such things. His mind unable to even consider a world without the love of his life in it. His wife. His heart. And how did one continue to live without it? It was simply answered. They did not.
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He sat by their bed where she was laying down, resting, his sleeves rolled up as he dipped a cloth in the bowl of water. Folding the fabric, he gently dabbed her cheeks before placing it on her forehead in attempt to control the fever. Everyone else had left the room, and he currently preferred it that way. He would not give up. She was strong. So incredibly strong and he had to believe that she would beat this affliction. Seeing her stir, slowly waking up from her rest, Benedict softly smiled at her. A smile though sincere, also lacked the usual joviality, but wished to greet with her with the expression. There had to be hope . . . he had to have hope. "Good morning," he said with soft teasing, not even certain of the time. He had lost track of all else in this world, for his entire focus was on her. And the desperate hope that she would recover. She had to. Surely . . . the world was not that cruel.
Tag ali Note: omgg this one is gonna hurt!!!!
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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 4, 2021 4:34:10 GMT
I'm not bound by the rules of society
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"Shhh... it’ll be fine, no one will hear us." + "I missed your scent..."
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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
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Aspiring Artist
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 4, 2021 4:21:29 GMT
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Pain Is Weakness
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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."
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Nobleman
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Aspiring Artist
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 4, 2021 4:17:17 GMT
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Kiss + 4 ... against a wall.
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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."
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 4, 2021 4:15:25 GMT
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[ ✪ ] our muses are stuck in locked room together.
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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."
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 4, 2021 4:14:20 GMT
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“You look beautiful in the moonlight.”
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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."
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 4, 2021 4:13:18 GMT
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A Moment Of Weakness
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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."
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 4, 2021 4:12:10 GMT
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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."
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 4, 2021 4:08:08 GMT
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Second Son
Free Spirit
"Should I not have a friend?
I'm not bound by
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Please do not tell mother."
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 4, 2021 4:01:10 GMT
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[ fidget ] for your muse to comfort mine during a bad dream.
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Second Son
Free Spirit
"Should I not have a friend?
I'm not bound by
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Please do not tell mother."
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 4, 2021 1:21:10 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict knew what it was to be passionate about a subject and have no one to discuss it with. Art, for instance. Until he found himself in the company of other artists -- both aspiring and successful -- he hadn't had many to speak on the subject about. Benedict imagined that in this current crowd, and considering Lewis had not been in the company of others upon first meeting him . . . that perhaps he presently had no other to discuss his, passions to. So Benedict could at least understand and relate to that part.
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Now, what those interest were . . . Benedict's knowledge may be a bit more limited. Particularly when it came to anatomy. He had studied just like others of privilege, but obviously not extensively in this area. So instead, he just listened. Not finding it difficult to do so for it was Lewis' enthusiasm that made it easy for the Bridgerton son to listen. Benedict casually sipped on his drink as Lewis continued . . . until he asked him a question.
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Benedict was perfectly content to simply listen quietly, but now, he must respond. He asked him if that would serve, to have someone positioned in . . . the pose of Jesus on the cross. "I am, inclined to say that it may be inadequate?" Based on the fact that Lewis seemed to be going somewhere with this; leading the conversation somewhere. So Benedict just hoped he did not do anything to discourage that, taking another sip of his drink to silence himself and leaving the topic open for Lewis to continue on about.
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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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Tag me @benedict
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 4, 2021 1:10:59 GMT
I'm not bound by the rules of society Benedict knew that this made the most sense. To remain at Henry's for the night so that he did not have to concern himself with going back to his family's estate late, nor make the trip across town at a late hour. This way, they could truly maximize their time, and Henry was gracious enough to do that. At least this was what Benedict was convincing himself of. That this, was the most logical option.
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Besides, they would have the morning as well. With Henry being an incredible mentor . . . Benedict wished to seize any and every opportunity to be in his company. But, he was also growing aware that this company he desired for him, was for purposes beyond . . . just art. Pulling himself out of his thoughts he smiled with gratitude, and tried not to let his comment show the true effect it had on Benedict as he remained smiling, yes the implications of it were . . . not undesirable. "A theory that might need to be tested at some point," he suggested with the same tone as however Henry had meant it, though of course it too hung in the air.
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Hiding those almost shy feelings, Benedict was grateful for the next part of conversation . . . though it did nothing to help ease whatever emotions the older male was causing him to have. The offer to cook him dinner, wanting to make him comfortable. Well, damn. "I wouldn't want to inconvenience you," he quickly told him. "You're already doing so much. I'm comfortable. I mean well, I will be." Oh well that didn't sound right either. Why was he feeling strangely nervous. Or flustered. Pushing it all back, and remaining as composed as he could, he continued, hoping he wouldn't keep sounding like an idiot. "You have a really lovely place," he complimented sincerely. "And, I can help cook," he further offered, not wanting to take advantage of Henry who was clearly a very . . . generous host.
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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."
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Nobleman
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Aspiring Artist
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 4, 2021 0:52:30 GMT
I'm not bound by the rules of society Benedict wasn't entirely sure that there was a word to accurately describe this entire experience. Exhilarating. Freeing. Incredible. Those were just a few, but the magnitude of them, unmatched to how he actually felt. He was finally allowing himself to just . . . be. Before, he had thought that involved visiting Henry's parties and letting go there. Little did he realize, that it went so much deeper than that. He was unsure how to name it, yet all he knew was that he had developed rather deep affections and feelings for Henry Granville. Despite how society would perceive it, despite the fact that he was married . . . there was something strong between them. And that something, was worth exploring. Was worth hiding from the rest of the world. Was worth, everything.
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It was the very thing that brought them to his country home, far from the city and the inability to freely be together. This felt like the perfect escape, that Benedict dare not think of the time that it would be over. Instead, he would bask in every single moment spent together. Hearing his voice, broke Benedict from his concentration -- not that he remotely minded. Henry had started off as a mentor of sorts to Benedict and clearly, became far more than that. But the fact that they could paint together and be together here . . . yes. There truly was no way to describe it. "Have we?" He asked a bit teasingly, his eyes moving to watch Henry as he approached. Benedict's lips curved into a grin as the older male's paint stained fingers moved across his chin, a gleam of amusement in Benedict's eyes. One that faded not because it fully diminished, but because when Henry leaned in to kiss his brow, and his fingers continued to move down his cheek . . . Benedict was thoroughly distracted.
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His arm limply lowered from the easel before him, closing his eyes and basking in Granville's attentions. The sensation often awakening stirrings in Benedict he had not thought possible from not just another person, but from another man. He now welcomed it, after having tried to understand it for so long. They were beyond that, and Benedict would not take a single moment together for granted. Feeling his lips behind his ear before moving down his neck. Henry's words belatedly registering in Benedict's mind, realizing that he should probably say something. "Perhaps," he practically breathed, clearly agreeing since painting was far from his mind. As if that was not enough, Henry positioned himself upon his lap, his finger trailing down the skin of his chest, leaving a trail of warmth that coursed through his entire body. Benedict opened his eyes, to watch him, his arms welcoming the man and unable to resist the urge to touch him in return. He was asking him if he wanted him to stop? He hoped his actions answered the question for him.
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Benedict leaned forward, capturing the others lips in a deep kiss, breathing into it as his fingers tangled into Henry's hair, sliding to the back of his head. His other hand slowly trailed up Henry's thigh where he was positioned on him. No. He never wanted Henry to stop. Easing out of the kiss, he opened his gaze to Henry once more with heavily lidded eyes. "What exactly did you have in mind?" He asked, a playful tone of innocence as if he had no idea. "Are you certain we are done painting?" He asked him. Benedict quickly dipped a finger in his palette of paint, picking a color at random -- which just happened to be white before returning the favor and dragged it down his cheek. Tilting his head to the side as if to inspect his work, Benedict smirked. "A masterpiece," he teased. The confidence that had built in Benedict to express his affections, to be able to touch and tease . . . was truly all attributed to Henry Granville.
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