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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Nov 4, 2022 17:54:01 GMT
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Nov 4, 2022 17:51:32 GMT
[ ◈ ] my muse makes a drunk confession to your muse.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Nov 4, 2022 17:50:17 GMT
a moment of weakness
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Nov 4, 2022 17:49:28 GMT
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Nov 4, 2022 17:48:16 GMT
do you ever knock?!
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Nov 4, 2022 17:46:29 GMT
i' m n o t b o u n d b y THE RULES OF SOCIETY Benedict was not sure how he had envisioned his life when he was in love. Perhaps, married with the person. Living happy tucked away from the ton and general public. Most all was true with one exception: he was not married to the woman he loved. While he was committed to her in his heart, marriage was not something they could so easily embrace. It did not stop him from thinking about her, longing for her in moments when he could not be with her. Infact, the absence only made his love grow stronger. Though he feared those moments so far and few, particularly on nights when he was forced to attend balls. He had of course kept Sophie from his family, not wishing to complicate their relationship more than it was already considered to be.
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Being the second son did indeed have its perks. With Colin being the flirtatious one, and Anthony the Viscount . . . not to mention the attention placed on his sisters, it allowed Benedict to sneak away. It was late, but not too late to see her. Even if it was the middle of the night, he doubted he could survive the day without seeing her, without holding her. Quickly making his way to her home, he entered inside, closing the door behind him and smiling the moment he saw her. The distance was still too great, and wordlessly, he approached her, wrapping his arms around her petite figure and kissing her passionately. A kiss to indicate the love he had for her, the desire that burned for her, and just how much he had missed her in the time they were apart.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Nov 3, 2022 23:56:10 GMT
Day 3
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Nov 3, 2022 23:53:08 GMT
i' m n o t b o u n d b y THE RULES OF SOCIETY Benedict let out an amused chuckle at her teasing words, claiming that she was a married man. Which, obviously she was . . . and he would never take for granted nor minimize the fact, that he was her husband. The luckiest, more blessed man in all the world. "Well in that case, I envy your husband. He is indeed a lucky man," he told her with a smile, revealing his inner thoughts to encourage the tease. When she insisted she was not spying . . . his amused smile only grew at her insistence.
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He could not help but tease her so regarding this as well. "Had you not been, you would most certainly have run the moment you saw me. But, something tells me you lingered." Leaning closer to her, he placed a light kiss upon her cheek, moving towards her ear. "Much to my delight." Even though she had been the reason that he needed to cool off in the first place. Drawing back so that he could look at her to answer her question, he continued. "Of course," he confirmed. "The area is usually quite vacant. We would have the necessary privacy," he commented flirtatiously. The thought of swimming with her this time was . . . titillating.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Nov 3, 2022 23:33:40 GMT
i' m n o t b o u n d b y THE RULES OF SOCIETY Benedict was not sure what or who he had been expecting to see . . . but when she stepped into view, he was awestruck by her beauty. It was true that women of nobility were quite beautiful -- any man would notice. But with her, it was a different extent of beauty all together. A feeling that her mere presence seemed to inspire within him and, Benedict could simply not explain it. Realizing he was just staring, he quickly cleared his throat and politely smiled.
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"It is truly a pleasure to make your acquaintance Lady Gunningworth. I am Benedict Bridgerton." Wanting her to know his full name so that she may know who was capturing her beauty on a canvas -- though, that may seem to be impossible, even if he was the most talented artist in the world. Taking a few steps towards the backdrop, he waited for her there, knowing that he should remain at a respectful distance though planned to help position her -- at least verbally -- when she was came. "Is there anything in particular you would like to convey in this portrait?" He asked, wondering if she had a preference as to the mood of it, the expression, the purpose. The more information he gathered, the more he could do it justice. Though, he knew full well that seeing her now . . . he would need no further inspiration.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Nov 3, 2022 23:26:05 GMT
i' m n o t b o u n d b y THE RULES OF SOCIETY Benedict felt a wave of relief come over him when his mother revealed that she was alone. It was one thing to have to hide from his mother . . . and entirely different matter when attempting to hide from Eloise. She knew him far too well, both of them did. Upon his mother's question, he had no answer. None that would give her the one she perhaps expected which was an exact time. "I do not know," he practically sighed. He would return home when he felt emotionally stable enough. Which . . . he hadn't the faintest idea when it would be.
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How did one recover from such things? From losing the woman he loved as well as the child he created. Both were of this world and yet, completely lost to him. "You must be hungry from the travel," he realized. "Let us sit and have some tea and other refreshments." He motioned to Mrs Crabtree to prepare a meal while escorting his mother to the parlor. He knew that she had not come all this way simply to turn back around without a proper visit. "Is everyone well?" He asked, hoping it was nothing else -- not bad news -- that brought his mother here to his home in the woods.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Nov 2, 2022 21:46:09 GMT
Day 2
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Nov 2, 2022 21:42:20 GMT
 Tag: @kitty i' m n o t b o u n d b y THE RULES OF SOCIETY She told him that she didn't know what to do and . . . the feeling was mutual. He wished he knew. He wished he had the answers. But it seemed neither of them did. It seemed that neither of them wanted this and yet, it was what they were forced to face. He should be strong for her and tell her it would all be okay. But, how could he do such thing? Especially knowing how unhappy she was in her marriage to the general. He hated to think of it. Ever since being with her and learning of who she was . . . her kindness, compassion, caring nature . . . he wished for her to be happy. How could someone be with such a woman, and not appreciate her? He loathed to think about it, his jealousy often tormenting him.
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When she embraced him, Benedict immediately wrapped his arms around her. Afraid of letting go for he feared that if he did . . . it would be for the rest of their lives. Her voicing the possibility of the General dying filled Benedict with shame. Because, for the briefest of moment, there was relief in the thought. Relief and hope. And he knew, he ought to be ashamed. She had children who were fathered by him. And he should not wish death upon anyone. Yet . . . the thought was now planted in his mind. Burned. Embedded forever, because it seemed that it was the only way he could be with her. A highly selfish thought, but Benedict could not help it. He titled his head downward, placing a light kiss atop of Kitty's head in attempt to comfort her -- and perhaps himself as well.
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He slightly moved his head back only to look at her as he raised his hand to wipe a tear from her cheek. Gently, he brushed his thumb along her soft skin in a gentle caress, letting it linger there. "I can not bare to see you so unhappy with him," he told her. With or without a child . . . he hated to see her trapped with him. "And I can not bare to think that our child, will call him father." Jealousy suited no one, but how could he help but feel it? "His death may be the only escape and yet . . . " He left the words unfinished, presuming that she understood what he was trying to say. Against his better judgement, against all reason and rational . . . the next words came from the heart and fell from his lips before he could stop them. "I love you, Kitty." For it only made this all even harder -- if that was actually possible.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Nov 2, 2022 21:26:31 GMT
i' m n o t b o u n d b y THE RULES OF SOCIETY Edmund felt that ceasing to smile was an impossibility! He was so excited for this opportunity and thus, building a better life for his wife. While they were happy and did not want for material things . . . he still wished to take care of her. To give her all that she desired, all that she deserved. And . . . to one day, have children to fill their home. He closed his eyes, feeling the softness of her lips as they touched his own. "Something I could not have done without you," he told her gratefully. For without her support, he would be nothing. Quite literally.
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Waking up and having no recollection of oneself was traumatic enough. Without Sophie in his life . . . he was uncertain where he would have ended up. He owed her everything and she held his entire heart. Kissing her again, he leaned forward to let the embrace linger before she pulled away to answer his question. "Tomorrow," he answered with a continued smile. "We must make and make our way. Sophie, this could change our entire life," he said with evident excitement. "Should I successfully complete this commission, we could very well gain more work." We . . . because he could not do it without her. "Is leaving tomorrow suitable for you?" He asked, unsure if there was anything else that she would need remain here for. If she had any work of her own.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Nov 2, 2022 20:35:41 GMT
t h e t w i n k l e o f t h e c a n d l e s IT'S AS IF WE SIT AMONG THE STARS Benedict did not seem to pick up on the cues -- as perhaps he normally did, not that that stopped him from pursuing her -- but this time was different. This time he felt, liberated. More at ease and relaxed than ever before and he simply basked in it.
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"It is indeed a good day," he said looking at her, smiling at her . . . grinning broadly. "A wonderful, extraordinary day!" He exclaimed, as if proclaiming it to the heavens above. And heaven's angel, was right here in front of him. "Is it a good day for you, sweet Sophie?" He asked. "For mine has become even better being in your luminating presence!" Which, was true. It was always true just today, he felt as if the need to say it . . . repeatedly.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Nov 2, 2022 20:26:07 GMT
i' m n o t b o u n d b y THE RULES OF SOCIETY Benedict felt like an utter failure. There had been few moments in his life where he felt as if he had actually succeeded in something -- particularly where his hope as an artist lay. Henry's mentorship being a big one. Getting into the Royal Academy was another. Where Benedict had been so insecure about his work, this had been a huge source of excitement and acceptance for the second son. To know that he was good enough to be recognized and acknowledged. To know that he would gain the necessary tutelage to become even better. He had thought that the school believed in him. He had thought that he had done this own his own, based solely on his talents. Only to discover that . . . it was because of paid coin. It was because his brother had paid for it and they had accepted him. Once again, his privilege proved how little worth he was as a actual person. He was the brother of a viscount. The second son of the Bridgerton family. And, that was it. His own self identity shattered for . . . what other worth did he hold?
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Realization and forced acceptance of all this had caused him to withdraw. He did not want to be out among the ton; he did not even wish to be around his siblings. He had retreated into his own room and longed for the day the season truly drew to an end so that he could find solitude in My Cottage. Away from it all and just cope through whatever means necessary. Laying in bed, and staring at the nothingness in the ceiling, he heard a knock on the door. Not wishing to answer it but also not wanting to evoke pity from his family -- though he was fairly certain he had already done soo -- he begrudgingly made his way to the door. Out of all the people it could have been, he had not for a moment though it would be Genevieve. He had indeed missed her, though did not force his company onto her.
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She had made it clear she no longer wished to see him and so . . . seeing her now, was both a comfort and a painful reminder. "Genevieve," he practically breathed, not even considering the informality of using her first name. But then . . . she had used his. "It, has, yes." He was suddenly all to aware about the casual state of dress. An untucked shirt, no vest or coat atop, his pants absent of boots . . . and they were in -- or well she was still at the door -- of his bedroom. "I'm . . . I'm well." A blatant lie. "How are you?" He almost regretted the question as soon as it escaped his lips, and his features scrunched in the realization of how idiotic of a question it was.
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