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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 3, 2021 0:10:38 GMT
I'm not bound by Truth be told, Benedict was unsure how the artist would react. They lived in a society where they were forced to swallow their emotions, and appear as if everything was fine and well. To suppress inner thoughts and feelings and appear as the perfect gentleman. It was precisely why Benedict loved coming here, for within the walls of Henry Granville's house . . . he truly felt as if he could breathe. And, he wanted the same for his dear friend. To just allow himself the ability to express his emotions with the knowledge that Benedict would not judge.
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Benedict was forever indebted to the man before him for bringing him into this world, introducing him into this part of society . . . and it was a debt he knew he would never truly ever be able to repay. So, the Bridgerton second son almost felt . . . relieved, when Henry did not continue the façade and instead, buried his head against his chest. The trembles of his shoulders felt, and the quiet sobs filling the otherwise silent room. That familiar ache in his heart for what Henry was enduring, what he was going through and Benedict's inability to ease any of that pain . . . was strong inside of him. All he could do in this moment, was be there for Granville, however he needed him to be.
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So Benedict raised his arms to wrap around the other male, in attempt to comfort him, engulf him in some semblance of warmth amidst the pain he was inevitably feeling. Yes. This society was truly the downfall of many a man, despite how strong and courageous they were. Granville's state was a clear example of that. So all the younger male could do, was give him support, attempt to comfort him . . . and continued to hold him, his voice quietly and sofly reassuring him. "It's ok." The words meant to say that it was ok, to let himself go in this moment . . . to not have to suppress anything and to let it all out, as Benedict had encouraged him to do. As Henry now did.
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"Should I not have a friend?
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Please do not tell mother."
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 2, 2021 23:51:01 GMT
I'm not bound by Whenever there was disagreement of a serious nature among the siblings or parent in the Bridgerton family . . . there was an air of tension among the household. The recent events, proved no such exception. Since they had returned from an event where Colin had announced his engagement to Marina . . . the house was quite quiet. Their mother had quickly gone to her room and Anthony's disapproval could be felt by all. So as Benedict returned home from a night out, it was no surprise that he could see a light from the drawing room, assuming it was one of the individuals involved in such tension. that remained awake.
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Benedict poked his head through the door to see Colin sitting there, a smile immediately forming on the second Bridgerton's sons lips. "Now that is not the expression of a man in love," Benedict teased. Entering the room, he gently hit Colin's upper arm in greeting as he pulled a chair out to sit next to the couch his brother was on. Benedict of course perceived things quite differently from his mother and eldest brother, so he wished for Colin to know that he was here to listen should Colin desire to talk, and have some company that would not judge his seemingly hasty decision. "What's on your mind, brother?" He asked, his voice now less teasing though a soft smile remained on his lips as he welcomed and opened the conversation for Colin to speak freely.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 2, 2021 10:55:40 GMT
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“You are very endearing when you are half-asleep.”
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 2, 2021 10:53:39 GMT
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[ ◐ ] my muse is having a sleepover with your muse.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 2, 2021 10:49:54 GMT
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[ stroke] for your muse to gently stoke my muse’s face.
[ trail ] for your muse to start a trail of kisses down my muses .
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 1, 2021 2:12:22 GMT
I'm not bound by Who would have ever thought that the topic of écorchés could cause such excitement in a man. Not that Benedict was judging. He of all people did not judge one's passions or source of excitement. It was just rather interesting, because for the first time since his conversation with Lewis . . . the man seemed excited. And Benedict was glad for that, even if the subject did not exactly excite him in the same way. It was always a pleasure to see another so passionate about something. For everyone, should have at least one passion in their life.
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"You assume correctly," Benedict responded. "I have not attended any classes nor have I had any formal training," he told him. Apart from the mentorship of a successful artist, Benedict was mainly self taught. Which, was why he did not even consider himself an artist. Not until he earned the title. But alas, the second born dare not stray the conversation from something that seemingly provided Anwyl with so much joy. "A fine passion," he told him sincerely, no judgement or mockery in his tone. In fact, if anything, it held a tone of prompting so that Lewis could continue to speak on the topic, and Benedict's genuine interest in listening.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 1, 2021 2:06:44 GMT
I'm not bound by Though there was some relief that Granville assured Benedict that he was never imposing . . . Benedict did know that he was often overstaying. There was just such a strong sense of comfort and serenity he found here, among the company. Among Henry's company. "Perhaps," he said a bit jokingly when Henry said that he should know that by now. "But my appreciation for it remains." For Granville never seeming to grow tired of the younger male's company. Benedict's smile remained, appreciation evident in his features as he looked at Henry who now moved closer to look over his sketch. It was also difficult to draw his own gaze elsewhere when the man was near.
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There certainly was something magnetic about Mr. Granville. Besides, it was far easier to look at him than the work Benedict had produced, the same displeasure at his attempts still evident. But hearing the praise that the successful artist gave him caused Benedict's heart to swell a bit with pride and appreciation for the words. As underserving as they were . . . to know that his mentor approved, he could not help but feel flattered by it. For he knew that he would otherwise be brutally honest. Benedict certainly had been in the past. He couldn't help but slightly chuckle with amusement when Granville mentioned the hands on his previous work. But, to answer his question more seriously . . .
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"The proportions. There is something off set about them," he began to analyize. "And it lacks depth." At least to Benedict. He only hoped practice would cause him to improve. Practice, and the fortunate guidance he had of Henry Granville. Turning his head to look at Henry, Benedict continued. "Do you truly believe it shows progress?" He asked. He did not inquire for praise -- he was terrible at accepting praise for his work. He merely wished to know if he was on the right path of improving. So his eyes remained on Henry after asking the question, as if Granville's approval truly meant everything to the second born Bridgerton.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 1, 2021 1:30:42 GMT
I'm not bound by It truly pained Benedict to see Henry in such a state, never having seen him as such before. Of course it made sense from what Benedict overheard of the conversation, but it made it no easier to witness. Feeling helpless, knowing there was nothing he could do to help ease the pain his dear friend was feeling. Benedict could not say he knew what it was to love and lose that person that one held so dear . . . and to see the tears that stained Henry's cheeks, the expression upon his features . . . unfamiliar to Benedict yet recognized.
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Yes. How Benedict truly wished he could do something to ease Granville's hurt. Instead, he just watched him as he moved to stand, and Benedict crossed a bit more of that distance between them. Instinctively, he reached out a hand to gently touch Henry on the arm, as if to stop him as he was also standing in front of the older male. "You once told me that there is no judgement here," he softly reminded him. While he knew that Henry was talking on a grand scale, whether it be related to art, behaviour, conversation topics, etc . . . Benedict was now applying these words to Henry and his emotional state. Perhaps, making it sound more personal for it was only Benedict who stood before him and still, wanted him to know that there was no judgement from him.
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"If you need a moment, take it," he softly urged, not wanting Henry to feel as if he had to back out there right now. "Take more than one even. Take as long as you require," he added in the same tone of voice, encouraging him to just let himself feel what he was, instead of having to put up a front, and not fully realizing his hand was still gently on the other's arm. Benedict would guard the door if need be and protect this space for Henry, or remain with him should he not wish to be alone. Benedict was quickly realizing that there was not much he would not do for the man before him . . . though perhaps the depth of reasoning behind that was still undetermined in the second Bridgerton son's heart and mind.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Apr 1, 2021 1:19:46 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict was growing more and more used to attending these parties. While he doubted the awe would ever truly and fully be eliminated, it certainly was less evident on his face. He would enter Henry's house and just . . . enjoy. Whether it was painting, conversing with good company, or enjoying the other pleasures within the walls of his house. Ah yes. Benedict truly felt as if he could breathe and just let loose in such an invigorating environment.
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He had already removed his petticoat, getting comfortable with a drink in hand and speaking to a few other frequent attendees. He intended to paint tonight but at the same time, the beauty of this place was that anything could happen and he had learned not to make a plan upon entering. But rather, just to seize whichever opportunity came his way. Or . . . whomever came his way. As he was chatting, he just so happened to catch sight of someone that made him do a double take, freezing in place as his eyes slightly widened. No. It couldn't be! Realizing that the more he just stood there, the more . . . exposed she was to such things.
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He couldn't even call her name from across the hall. Instead, he marched right up to her, took hold of her arm and pulled her away to a quiet corner. He'd prefer to take her into a room but . . . he knew all too well what took place in those rooms and he wasn't about to expose his sister to even more. "What are you doing here?" He demanded, his voice a harsh whisper as he did not wish to draw attention to her from others. He still recalled the first time he had attended and he'd immediately been called out for being a Bridgerton. But alas, he was at least a man. For a Bridgerton daughter to be here . . . well, Benedict did not even dare think of what could happen if that was to be known to the ton.
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Second Son
Free Spirit
"Should I not have a friend?
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 31, 2021 10:54:42 GMT
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A Moment Of Weakness
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 31, 2021 10:53:29 GMT
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 31, 2021 1:06:01 GMT
I'm not bound by So Lewis was not into architecture either. Noted. Benedict was quickly trying to learn of the man's interests to well, keep his interest. There would be a great disappointment to part ways with a taste of boredom from the other. Perhaps he should leave it open to Lewis, rather than try to steer the conversation in assumption and specific questioning of likes.
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Benedict took a sip of his drink casually enough, though he wondered whether Lewis found it difficult with most to have conversation or if Benedict was some sort of excpetion. "So what do you admire, Mr. Anwyl?" He asked him nonchalantly, his tone polite, and held with genuine interest. "Apart from écorchés," he added almost teasingly, a tone of lightness in his words. For well . . . Lewis had brought up that unexpected term earlier, so perhaps there was a reason for it. After all, the question Lewis had asked was not exactly a common inquiry one made towards Benedict.
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"Should I not have a friend?
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 31, 2021 1:00:20 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict watched her intently, a soft smile upon his lips. To be able to enjoy this part of being together . . . this level of intimacy, was something new and yet, entirely comfortable. It was as if they had done this countless times before. And yet, it felt new and exciting at the same time. An odd contradiction, yet as always when in her company, Benedict did not over think. He just let himself be, let himself feel all that she made him with each touch and kiss. Not failing to do so now, as she kissed him far too hastily before making a teasing remark.
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Fortunately, her lips did not stray too far from his body, for she placed them along his jaw, prompting Benedict to close his eyes and let the sensation course through him, the warmth she always inspired within him. Benedict titled his head to the side a little, allowing her ease of access to where she kissed his neck, her hand trailing down his body, inching closer to his length. Once her lips moved to his, he immediately part them, kissing her with the same depth she did him, his hand moving to the back of her head to press her closer against, fingers tangling in her luscious curls.
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When he felt her fingers curl around him, he sharply inhaled at the incredible sensation, gently nipping at her bottom lip in reaction. Easing out of the kiss, but keeping his lips brushed against hers, he moaned at the feeling of her hand moving over him. While they had explored one another's body's before, it was often with the time in mind, unable to do it at this pace and level of slowness. And it only reminded Benedict of just how much they had been missing. Her familiarity with his body, the way she knew how to touch him, tease him . . . arouse him. He moaned her name again against her lips, closing his eyes as he felt himself thicken with need once more.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 31, 2021 0:01:18 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict found himself frequenting Henry's house more and more often. While he hosted such incredible parties, that was not in fact what brought Benedict to Mr. Granville's house tonight. His invitation was similar to the first one he had ever extended to the second born. An invitation to his studio to practice and be around like minded people. So, Benedict went with the intention of practicing his sketching as well as conversing among good company. The artist's room had a few others in there, enjoying drink and smoke with the models positioned in the middle.
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An easel awaited Benedict as he removed his petticoat to get comfortable and start on his sketch. Time seemed to pass without any thought, and hours flew by in what seemed like a blink of an eye. Benedict had been so engrossed in adding the details to his sketch, that it was finally frustration that pulled him out of this artistic trance. Letting out a frustrated sigh, he dropped the charcoal and ran his other hand over his face for a moment as he slightly leaned back from the paper pinned upon the wooden board. The models had left not too long ago and the room had emptied out, leaving only Benedict and . . . upon looking up, noticed that Henry was still there too as he came to stand next to him. Benedict was almost embarrassed to show the man his drawing, completely dissatisfied with it.
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While he knew Henry had never judged him, Benedict still wished for it to be perfect. A seemingly impossible aspiration as he was quickly learning. Emptying what little drink he had left in his cup he then spoke to Henry. "My apologies," he began to say. "For it seems I have once again overstayed my welcome," he said with a slightly sheepish smile, now embarrassed over not only his horrid sketch -- avoiding the topic by quickly shifting it -- but also for making himself far too comfortable at Mr. Granville's. Benedict was uncertain as to what it was, but it was just far too . . . easy to be in his company. A chance to be away from the pressures of societal expectations and as Henry had once told Benedict . . . here, he could be himself.
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Second Son
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"Should I not have a friend?
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Please do not tell mother."
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 30, 2021 23:50:56 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict had just arrived at one of Henry's parties; these events turning out to his favourite ones. He was getting used to the environment, though still found it quite incredible that such parties existed. Never the less, quickly upon interest he removed his coat, getting comfortable and relaxed. Usually it was Henry who greeted him at the door, but today, someone else had answered and while Benedict had not thought much of it -- assuming that the man was otherwise occupied -- it was not until he passed a closed door that he paused, recognizing the host's voice. While Benedict had not formally met Mr. Wetherby, it was clear that that was who he was speaking to.
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Benedict remained by the door, able to make out most of the conversation due to the raised voices. He leaned against the wall, not because he was trying to eavesdrop but . . . because he felt the need to protect what was happening in there. He knew first hand how easy it was to barge through a closed door with the expectation of a vacant room. And it was evident that these two needed their privacy. So Benedict kept a watchful eye on those around him. Most went about their own business, either consciously ignoring it or not hearing it. Benedict stepped a bit to the side when the door opened and Alfred hastily walked out.
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The Bridgerton's gaze fell to the ground in sympathy. He recalled how Henry had spoken of his love for Wetherby . . . surely, this was not easy for him. Lightly knocking on the door, he heard Henry dismiss him. Benedict paused, contemplating whether to comply or not . . . but he knew he could not leave him alone at a time like this. So, he would risk it. Taking a breath, he entered the room, closing the door behind him. He looked over Henry, his heart aching for the man and what sounded like the conclusion to his relationship. A relationship that he had spoken so fondly and ardently about.
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Truth was, Benedict did not even know what to say in this moment, aware that there was not a great deal he could say to help the situation. Other than offer his support towards a man who had been nothing but kind, generous . . . and so much more to the second Bridgerton son. "I'm sorry," he told him sincerely, taking a small step towards him, prepared to leave if Henry told him once more to get out, but hoping that he would not let himself be alone at a time like this where he was so clearly hurting.
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