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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 3, 2021 22:31:50 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict's eyes followed her as she moved to wipe her hands, already thinking that he should get up and offer her a proper cloth. And yet . . . he did not yet wish to break the contact of their bodies. He was far too comfortable, and surely, there was no rush. Her laughter prompted his own, releasing a chuckle at her words as he enjoyed her hand upon him once more. A sensation that never failed to leave a trail of warmth upon wherever she gave him her attentions.
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"What ever do you mean?" He asked with both feigned and playful innocence, a teasing expression to match before his features relaxed back into a more natural relaxed look, a smile still upon them. As she suggested that they save something for later, the mere thought of it brought a thrill to the male, but not just because of the pleasures that the words suggested. No. It was the very key part of her sentence . . . later. They had the night together. And the thought was truly a joyous one. Benedict moved to tuck and fold one arm behind his head, the other caressing her back, trailing his fingers over her soft skin. Indication that he completely agreed with what she said. They would save something for later.
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"How long have you had your shop?" The soft inquiry came out so, effortless. A natural progression of conversation from what they had just done. And he found himself asking with genuine interest. Benedict failed to recognize the danger of his question. Instead, he thought only of a sincere desire to know more about her. Not just physically, but rather . . . about her as a person. Her likes. Her dislikes -- apart from the pleasurable kinds. So he saw no issue with asking such a thing. Just as he saw nothing wrong with coming on invitation. Or spending the night in her bed. No. This all felt rather, comfortable. And right.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 3, 2021 22:06:13 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict's abrupt action had caused Hyacinth to loose her grounding and as she fell -- fortunately able to catch herself -- Benedict turned to look at her to ensure she was not hurt. Though when she cast a look at him, he shrunk back in his seat, knowing that look all too well. Each of his sister's had their own look of . . . disapproval. Despite their soft features, the moment they transformed into that look, Benedict would fall silent. Not about to provoke the situation. And it was a look they most definitely received from their mother.
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Ah yes. The women in the household were far more terrifying than the men indeed. Daphne remained silent which, was probably for the best before Hyacinth pointed out the flush in her cheeks. Benedict did not want to hear about it . . . at all. But then the youngest Bridgerton sibling asked how else she was to discover things.
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Looking back at her when she crossed the room to drink tea, Benedict decided to divert the topic completely from him . . . and bring his other sister back into it. "By asking," he explained to her. "Start with your sister," he added on. "Should you have any questions, spare her the jolting alarm of your unexpected presence, and ask her what you desire." His voice holding a tease, referencing to Hyacinth nearly causing him to leap out of his seat from sneaking up on him.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 3, 2021 21:54:26 GMT
I'm not bound by He responded to each of her light kisses, his body ignited from all she made him feel. Each involuntary response of his body, a result of the need she drove from him and the pleasure she built in him. Growing familiar with her body, he could feel her close as well. And there was something to be said about the synchronism of their bodies where they could find that pleasurable release at the same time. It did not always happen with a couple, but it seemed to happen with them. It was all the more reason their actions resulted in such an outburst of passion and . . . addiction, it would seem. Unable to grow tired of the other. Unable to get enough of these pleasures. Would it ever cease, this overpowering need? Benedict certainly hoped not.
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He felt his hand grow wet from her release, his own merely a second or two away as her moans prompted him to follow the unspoken urging, to let go. And he did. Throbbing and swelling in her hand until he felt his release, evidence of it spilling over as he groaned with the blissful aftermath, practically soaring in it. His finger withdrew from her, still caressing the area nearby as his shoulders relaxed, and his hips settled from their slow thrusts into her hand, against the soft bed once more.
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His chest heaved from their actions -- or her actions on him, as he watched her, committing the sight of her in these moments of their aftermath to his memory. When he finally felt he was able to form words, he took advantage. "So, this is what else a bed can provide," he said with a flirtatious smile, referencing her earlier words and . . . thoroughly enjoying the result of them, obviously.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 3, 2021 21:39:46 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict watched Eloise carefully, expecting her to be as detailed as possible in her answer. Did she find out about this party from someone else? Did someone else dare invite her to such an event? Or . . . had she followed him here. It had to be one of those options. Why else would she be here?! Why had she come to an unfamiliar house, on her own. Wait! Was she on her own? Had she entered by herself? Was Colin here too? Or worse, Anthony?!
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So many questions raced through Benedict's mind as he just continued to watch her, the demand in his voice matching his expression as he was never one to withhold. Well, most of the time. She finally stated that she had been looking for him to talk to him, and . . . well, he would have been touched had she not come to such a place that could tarnish her reputation. "Could you not wait for me at home? Why come all the way here Eloise." Was she in mortal danger?! . . . The question in his mind slightly sarcastic, but now that he thought of it . . . thoughts, that were quickly put to rest as she went on.
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"Well, no one forced me here El." Again, he was touched that she felt, concerned for him. "And even if she did, you should not have come here alone." He paused, his face turning to worry as his eyes slightly widened and previous thoughts resurfacing to words. "Wait, you . . . are alone, right?" His eyes quickly glancing around to see if any other Bridgerton was nearby.
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She added on that she would not have attended had she known this was it, and then returned the question . . . why was he here. "I'm here because . . . " His immediate response perhaps should have remained in his mind until he came up with proper answer. "Because I can be." Was as good as he could deliver; an almost childish response to a perfectly legitimate question. "And you, cannot be," he added on as if trying to shift the topic from his own reason of being present.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 3, 2021 21:28:13 GMT
I'm not bound by the rules of society Benedict let out a breath of amusement when Henry mentioned that he felt as if he had been hit by a runaway carriage, along with the horses. It was not to make light of his situation, but the comparison drew a small smile, glad to seeing that Henry still had his wits and high spirits about him. Ben obviously did not know the extent of how deep it went. Letting his arm fall back to his side from where his hand was on Henry's shoulder, the younger male moved to sit on a nearby chair that was close to the bed. "I wish you nothing but a full recovery and soon," he told him with earnest. He was just about to add on that Henry need never thank him for that and was about to inquire about what affliction ailed him . . . but Henry's next words caused Benedict to freeze.
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"I'm afraid it's... terminal. A death sentence, if you will." Benedict had never been one who was skilled at hiding his emotions, so his features held the shock that he felt. Completely numbed by it as the words played over and over in his mind. No. Surely that could not be right. Surely this would pass and it was just a temporary illness. But Henry continued, and Benedict wasn't even certain he could properly hear or understand him. The same words . . . death . . . playing in his mind like a dark, horrible song that he wished would cease. Benedict could not even form words, Henry acknowledging that it was indeed a shock. The younger male felt his throat dry, as if talking seemed like such an impossibility. His mind still processing and his heart refusing to accept this. He waited for Henry to finish speaking, not even considering his words about giving him all his supplies and carrying on his artistic legacy, which would indeed be an impossibility.
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The Bridgerton son wasn't even certain how much time had passed of silence, knowing it was his turn to speak and yet . . . still unable to vocalize any coherent thoughts. "No," was the first thing he managed to breathe out, not even sure what he was rejecting. The diagnosis? The entire situation? "That cannot be." Denial, all rationality thrown from his mind and left was deep denial that he would lose Henry Granville. "Surely, there is a mistake. This doctor must be wrong." He had to be. Benedict could not -- would not -- accept this. And yet, somewhere deep within him, he knew it to be true. Otherwise, Henry would not even mention this to him.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 3, 2021 21:08:06 GMT
I'm not bound by The sound of pleasure that escaped her upon his touch spurred him on, particularly as her words granted him ease of access. To be able to touch one another so intimately was . . . something that many believed reserved for a married man and woman. But neither of them thought of such things. And both of them, merely acted upon desire and base need. It was what prompted their first kiss at the party that led to more and . . . more, and well, this. And the development was truly wonderful. The comfortable rapport they had with one another where there were no questions, complications, or hesitations. It felt both simple and special.
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Benedict drew a deep breath as her hands moved quicker over him, not wasting any time on her. His finger slowly slipped inside of her, gently touching her sensitive spot and slightly applying pressure to it to pleasure her as much as she was him. The motions careful, so not to cause her discomfort but deliberate so that she may feel something akin to what she was doing to him. He moaned her name against her lips, breath quickening as his finger moved inside of her, exploring her, feeling his own length thicken in her hand and throb. He eased out of the kiss only to offer her a warning. "I'm close," he breathed, should she wish to withdraw her hand so not to be stained with his release, as his own hand felt her building pleasure, striving to have her reach that peak of climax.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 3, 2021 21:00:21 GMT
I'm not bound by As Benedict drew closer to where Morrison was leading him, the Bridgerton son paused when his eyes lay sight on . . . apparently the exact person Connor wished to introduce him to. It was indeed a surprising sight but certainly not an unwelcome one. Barthélemy did not seem to recognize Benedict for their eyes met but he casually continued the conversation. It was of course no surprise that he may not. The last time that Benedict had seen him was . . . well, over a decade ago. Before their father passed away, and seeing him now . . . brought forth so many memories of his younger years. And well, Benedict was obviously a very different man now than the boy he once was.
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Out of all the Bridgertons, Benedict knew that the ones who would have the clearest memories of the man before him other than himself, would be Anthony and their mother. Upon hearing Connor mention his name, the younger male stepped forward, his lips curving into a smile. If Barthélemy didn't recognize him before . . . then he would most certainly recognize his name. But what Benedict could not ignore, was the fact that in the lengthy title of introduction that Connor offered, there was no mention of Marquis. Benedict supposed there was a reason for that, but right now, he was far too pleased to see an old friend.
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"Thank you Mr. Morrison but we need no introduction," Benedict said with an unwavering smile."A welcome sight as it has been far too long," Benedict said, extending his hand for the other to take in a friendly gesture. The man had all but disappeared so seeing him now, was truly wonderful. "It is so good to see you dear friend," he added on. The memories of how good of friends Edmund and Barthélemy were, and the outings they would all have together had Benedict warmly welcome him back to London, eager to find out what had occurred in the last . . . ten plus years.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 3, 2021 19:13:58 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict was willing to remain here for as long as Henry would have him, and it did not seem that the artist was quick to dismiss the Bridgerton's company -- much to Benedict's relief. He did not want the man to be alone right now. He commented on how he wished they would all leave, not wanting to go out there to face them. Unsure what to do. "Do you want me to ask them to? Leave, that is." Surely, he could ask Lucy to dismiss guests from the house if they would not listen to him. For he knew, that he was not the host but in this particular instance, Benedict would do whatever he could so that Henry could feel safe in his own home. So that he would not have this, worry of someone walking in or having to go out there and see so many people about their business as they always were at one of his parties.
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Henry then spoke of Alfred . . . expressing how he felt which only caused the young male's heart continue to ache for the other. Benedict did not know what it was like; to love someone so vehemently only to feel, betrayed by them in the end. Nor was it a feeling that he wished for anyone to experience, especially Henry. For all the man did for others, for all that he did for Benedict . . . he was the least deserving of such a feeling. If only there was a way Benedict could ease him of this pain.
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It was not until Granville referred to his words as pathetic, and that Benedict must think so little of him, that the second Bridgerton son could no longer remain silent. "No," he immediately refused. "Not at all," he added on. "I admire you, Henry," Benedict continued to say, drawing back only so that Henry could see the sincerity in Benedict's eyes; so that he knew that he meant every word. "What you do, takes courage." Familiar words that Henry had once said to him; ones that resonated so deeply in Benedict.
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"To follow your heart despite what society expects . . . it is inspiring." Something that should be admired; something that should be considered an inspiration. "I wish it did not result in this so that you may be spared of such pain, but I continue to admire you and aspire to be as you are." Brave to combat societal norms and provide opportunities for others to do the same. It led back to Benedict's previous thoughts where he felt a debt of gratitude to Granville. For without Henry, the younger male would never have experienced this sense of . . . freedom. His arms still around Henry, the artist's words continued to apologize and grant Benedict an exit should he wish to take one.
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But such things were not even considered for a moment in his mind. "Do not be sorry. I have no intention of leaving you in such a state, unless you prefer it." Benedict would only leave if Henry wished to be alone, but would not go if he thought that he was ruining Benedict's night. "Is there anything I can do?" Benedict asked, deep down knowing he probably couldn't, but felt the need to inquire never the less. "Is there anything you need?" He further inquired. A slight smile formed on his lips, though it lacked full joviality for this was of course, far from a happy moment. "Apart from perhaps some company," he added on.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 3, 2021 18:41:15 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict wondered if it was wrong of him to feel such intense . . . comfort from Granville. His hand gently brushing away Benedict's hair from his face, his calming voice. Perhaps Benedict was a bit delirious and disoriented, but he could not deny how . . . good it felt. How it brought him to ease and allowed him to steady his breathing. To relax himself. Knowing that he was indeed safe and selfishly soaking in each tender touch and soothing word. Perhaps it wasn't just close proximity that brought him to Granville's house, but something more. Something deeper. And hearing Henry assure him he was safe . . . Benedict knew as much.
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Yes. He felt safe with the man, constantly. "Thank you," he breathed again, continuing to express his gratitude to the other male. He closed his eyes as Henry told him that he would return and could hear his footsteps fade. Slowly opening them once more, heavily lidded through the grogginess he still felt, Benedict attempted to sit up a little, hating how helpless and immobile he was. When Granville returned, Benedict was only further recognizing the inconvenience he had posed, for Henry himself had gotten the necessary items to clean him off. Guilt weighed at the Bridgerton's heart yet he lacked the strength to . . . deny himself. Yes. Quite selfish indeed of him. When the older male asked him if he trusted him, Benedict's response was immediate. He didn't even know if Granville expected an answer but something in Benedict made him want to -- need to -- answer.
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"Emphatically." Because yes, he trusted the artist. Perhaps more than he was capable of expressing. And so, he parted his lips, welcoming the liquid to help soothe the throbbing and thus, not be such an invalid. Benedict swallowed the liquid, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment before reaching out, his hand resting on top of Granville's that held the spoon. Benedict locked eyes with the man, wanting him to know just how much he appreciated this and hoped it was evident in his expression -- despite the evidence of recent events.
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"I appreciate this, and you . . . " Benedict paused, hating that he felt so dizzy that stringing words together proved to be a bit of a challenge. "For your hospitality and care." For the way he immediately took him in and helped him. Realizing his gaze was lingering as was his hand on Henry's, Benedict quickly lowered it and instead, reached for the cloth, indicating that he could -- and should -- be the one doing this. Granville had already done too much. "Flying does not seem like such an unwelcome thought right now," Benedict said with amusement in his tone, referring back to the opium that Granville had given him. Words meant to help ease the . . . situation.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 3, 2021 17:54:18 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict felt for his brother. He truly did. The second son had an escape from all these . . . societal pressures. The freedom to be himself without fear of repercussions or watchful eyes. A liberty that came and only found in a part of society Benedict had never experienced before in all his years. But his dear brother, was now stuck in this position. The weight of similar expectations upon his shoulders which directly conflicted with what his heart desired. So yes. Benedict could truly understand how he must feel and it pained him to see him in such a position.
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But, that was not to say that Benedict didn't believe this would be it. He was optimistic enough to believe that surely, their family would come around. So he listened to his brother, and in attempt to comfort and reassure him, reached out to put a hand on Colin's upper arm. "You only followed your heart brother," he told him, not wanting him to feel any fault with that but . . . also understood the idea that he might inevitably feel such due to the reactions from their family. "And unfortunately, that sometimes comes with repercussions." Not to justify it, but rather, to explain it.
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"I do believe however, that once the surprise wanes, that mother will embrace this union. Perhaps get to know Marina so that she may understand what prompted you to ask for her hand." Anthony, tended to be a bit more stubborn. "Either way, you have my support," he assured him. "It is just, the shock I imagine that has stifled the others. And the fact that you are all grown up," he said teasingly towards Colin, his hand moving from his shoulder, to his hair to ruffle it as if he was a child. "But give it time. I believe they will come around." Because, their family was built on love and surely, no one would allow something like this to cause such a deep rift within the foundations of the Bridgertons.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 3, 2021 17:42:27 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict felt relieved when she assured him she was alright. Her words were not slurred, she was maintaining eye contact and her gaze did not seem . . . unfocused. His hand went to the top of her head, gently touching it to see if there was a mark from where she had hit the carriage. Breathing a sigh of relief, finally accepting that she was unharmed, her own question belatedly registered in his mind. "I'm fine," he assured her, lowering his hand to his side again. Her questions then came, all excellent inquiries yet Benedict did not have the answer to any of them. And now that he knew his sister was well -- physically at least -- he supposed he best start trying to find the answers.
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"Wait here," he instructed her, giving her hand a light squeeze before exiting the carriage and assessing the situation outside. "Apologies! The wheels detached from the carriage." Benedict looked over their driver to ensure he was alright. He then made his way to the horses, one of which was standing oddly and the other sitting. "The jolt sprained one of the horse's leg it would seem, and the other fell on top." Benedict gently stroked both horses' necks, one at a time. The driver's words registering in his mind. It meant . . . the horses would not be able to take any weight. They weren't going anywhere right now.
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Benedict looked around at the abandoned, darkly lit area. It was no place for Eloise and he was more worried for her than anything. Had it just been him, he could have walked back but with Eloise . . . he had no intention of her walking through a dark lit area, nor leaving her here in god knows where. "Perhaps someone will come," Benedict said, aware of how important it was for him to stay calm and composed despite the circumstances. "If not, I will seek out help." Benedict did not wish to send off the driver on his own . . . but it would seem they had little other choice. After a few more exchanges, Benedict returned to the carriage, standing at the exit so that he could talk to Eloise. "We may be here for a bit, El," he told her truthfully, assuming she heard most of the conversation.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 3, 2021 1:09:11 GMT
I'm not bound by Human anatomy. Ah yes. That certainly made sense. Though, Benedict could not help but smile -- genuinely -- at the man's clear enthusiasm and excitement for the topic. He of all people understood the bore of typical pleasantries and basic conversation. It was after all, why Benedict desired something more than the society he grew up in -- and why when he had found it, he had embraced it quite eagerly. So alas, if the man had a passion in anatomy, Benedict would not be the reason he discouraged him in the present conversation.
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Though, his hypothetical question prompted Benedict to take a sip of his drink in thought. The last time he had said the wrong thing, he had clearly caused . . . well, perhaps not offense, but a certain, discouragement in the man before him. He surely did not wish to make that mistake again. "I suppose . . . " Curious to know what the man was getting at, Benedict decided to hear him instead. "You would have a better answer for that than I." Surely. His words polite, encouraging. The mere thought of ever being paid to create art was such a distant one, but of course Benedict knew that was besides the point. So he let the man continue to lead the topic as the Bridgerton second born took another sip of his drink.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 3, 2021 1:00:49 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict continued to bask in Genevieve's attentions; to take advantage of the clear experience that she held and the sensual way she moved to pleasure him. Her hand upon his length, stroking him in steady and fulfilling motions that brought Benedict closer to his release. Her name moaned upon his lips, just as she returned the sound of his own name. A beautiful sound indeed, for it was said in the midst of this slow, building passion. A sound . . . that he found himself growing fond of. Perhaps too fond, but complications that may follow did not even cross his mind.
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No. All he could focus on was the softness of her hands and pleasure of her voice. His lips met hers, moving his hips slowly up to meeting each of her motions in a slight, reflexive thrust. Somehow in his mind, he thought of all he was gaining, and nothing to be given. He found the need to explore her, and to touch her as he recently did, consume him. Swallowing back another moan, he turned his head to the side to press against her cheek, close to her ear. His hand that was not tangled in her hair trailed down her body, falling between them to slip between her legs. "I want to touch you," he breathed in return, one finger already skimming the outer folds of her skin as he wanted her to feel . . . what she was making him feel.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 3, 2021 0:48:57 GMT
I'm not bound by 3. My muse finds out yours has a terminal illness.
Henry had been unwell for the past several days and Benedict was of course concerned for the man. A man who was a dear friend and who . . . was becoming something more to Benedict. What exactly what was, he was uncertain. It did not have a name, nor title. But Benedict was accepting these, feelings for the man. Whatever they may be, they were certainly strong. So not having been able to see him had been difficult. Not just because of the parties, or his mentorship, but because he truly missed Henry's company. Which was precisely why today, he set out to check on him. And all he could hope for, was that Henry was on the mend. Upon arriving outside his house, Benedict knocked on the door, to which Lucy answered. They exchanged few pleasantries but it was clear that she was worried for her husband.
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Leading him to where Henry was resting, Benedict smiled in greeting, as Mrs. Granville left the two men. The younger male was relieved to see that Henry was at least awake, not wishing to disturb him should he require rest, despite it being only afternoon. "Granville," Benedict greeted, approaching Henry as he reached out a hand to touch the man's shoulder. "How do you feel?" He further inquired, genuine concern in his softened tone, as well as his features on his face though the small smile remained. Little did Benedict know, the extent of Henry's illness, for his mind was unprepared to accept such a thing. To Benedict, Henry would recover. He would be fine.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 3, 2021 0:36:30 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict was trying to piece together what had happened once he rejoined the conscious world. Had he even been fully unconscious? He was not entirely certain. All he knew was that he could taste blood, and feel the intense throbbing on his chest, undoubtedly bruised. His vision was blurred and he felt a similar ache in his face. Perhaps, bruises touched his skin there too. And the fall on the ground may have contributed to his blurry surroundings as well.
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He remembered a few figures suddenly surrounding him, an immediate punch to disorientate him and perhaps blows to his chest to hinder him from being able to follow. Not that he would have. But the assault had been enough to make him unable to move for some time. Gaining what strength he could, he staggered to his feet, groaning in pain at the movement and tried to focus on taking one step at a time. Glancing around him, his vision was slowly starting to clear just enough to get his bearings. From what he could tell in his spinning mind, he was not far from Henry's house. How he hated to do this, but his first instinct of the closest place that he felt most safe . . . was Henry Granville's residence.
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With that destination in mind, he travelled the distance, adrenaline coursing through him to get to his desired location. Knocking on the door, he leaned against it, closing his eyes for a moment, desperately hoping he answered. Immediate relief flooded through him when he did, feeling his hands which provided a soothing sensation and immediate comfort upon his skin. Yes. Benedict felt safe. He brought him in, and once Benedict felt Henry's arm around him to offer support, Benedict leaned into his touch, the ease of his support to help him towards somewhere more comfortable much welcome and needed.
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Once they got to the studio, Benedict lay where directed, slightly cringing at the shift, and taking a moment to catch his breath. Henry was asking him what happened, but he knew his first words needed to be ones of apology. "Apologies," he breathed, knowing that once this wore off, he would feel both embarrassed and ashamed for arriving at Henry's at this hour, and in this state of bloodied and bruised skin and torn clothing.
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"For this, inconvenience." The word sounded almost humorous . . . but Benedict needed to apologize for all this, which he was certain he would reiterate when in a better state. Yet, he continued to selfishly bask in the ease that Henry's voice and presence provided him, working to continue to answer his questions. "It was a mugging," he explained, knowing that much without checking for his belongings. "It is just my chest and, whatever is evident on my face," he said, letting out a slight huff of amusement though it was strained. He tasted the blood, and knew it stained his clothing . . . not to mention what he saw from where Henry touched him.
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