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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 28, 2021 19:09:26 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict smiled as his friend asked to advise him as to which women would be suitable dance partners. Benedict casually glanced around the room, having done this enough times to not arouse suspicion nor appear impolite. When his eyes rested on a woman talking to two others, Benedict let his gaze rest there so that Connor may follow his line of sight. "Lady Selena is quite a good dancer," he mentioned. "However she tires easily. So if you are seeking a partner for a few dances, then you may need find someone else in addition." His mind flashed back to when she nearly fainted from over excursion . . . and not the kind to claim attention from a man. Continuing his search, Benedict rested on another choice, this one perhaps a bit more agreeable.
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"There is Lady Annabelle," he stated, seeing that she was talking to a gentleman. "My brother tells me she has high standards for a partner so perhaps you two will be a good match." A slight tease in his voice, though it did hold truth. "Lady Tamara is another fine choice." Ah yes. Benedict knew the ton well enough, as well as heard their boasts of who were grand dancers in these events. "And then of course, there is Lady Camila. I hear she is an excellent dancer." This time, the tease in Benedict's voice stronger. "From what my mother tells me," he added on with a smirk, concealed as he sipped from his champagne. "But I also hear she is in search for a husband so you may get more than you bargained for when asking her to dance." Meaning, he might have an interested mother after him.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 28, 2021 17:42:53 GMT
I'm not bound by Their bodies fell into sync, each of his thrusts met with hers and, this always seemed to be the way it was between them. Even the first time they were together, it was so easy for them to fall into a steady rhythm. There was no awkwardness, no clusmy movements. It was just . . . so perfectly in sync. Further indication of just how easy it was to be with both . . . in an emotional and physical sense. One far more dangerous than the other. But of course the Bridgerton son was not thinking of such things. He was far too consumed with the pleasure of their actions.
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The way her hands were upon him, and the joining of their bodies. The sounds that escaped her lips met with ones of his own, releasing breathy pants of pleasure. The vigor of their actions felt yet not nearly enough as they had yet to reach their climax. As she pulled from the kiss, Benedict took the opportunity to press his lips against her own cheek, kissing where he could and simply breathing and moaning her name in pleasure where they were otherwise unoccupied. He could feel himself throbbing inside of her, and felt the moment she reached her peak of pleasure, knowing he was not far off. His pace quickened, thrusts deeper and deeper, and with a final push of his hips, he withdrew from her as he found his release, letting out a satisfied moan as the ecstatic feeling coursed through every fiber of his being.
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His shoulders relaxed on top of her, but in this position, was aware of his weight and did not want to lie too flatly on top of her. Reminder of the fact that they were on a bed, quickly registered and he turned his body, gently moving her with him so that he was lying on his back against the bed, and her on top of him. He took the opportunity to bask in the aftermath of their actions, his chest heaving and worked to steady his breathing. With her atop of him, he wrapped an arm around her, his fingers caressing her back as his other hand brushed the curls from her cheek, just looking at her with heavy lids only this time . . . filled with relief and . . . far more that he dare not even think to articulate.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 28, 2021 2:39:34 GMT
I'm not bound by Connor answered speaking of how he enjoyed dancing, and that he was quite skilled in it. Benedict did not doubt that. One did not boast because being a skilled dancer when the truth was easy to be seen, upon the threat of public embarrassment. So Benedict quite easily took his friend's word for it.
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"I appreciate the offer, Mr. Morrison," Benedict said gratefully, but there was a polite decline in his tone of voice. One he elaborated on as he continued. "But I think I would prefer to be in the audience and watch you put others to shame," he said a bit teasingly as he took another sip of his drink. "Is there anyone in particular you hope to dance with tonight?" Benedict wondered. Was he waiting for someone else to go on the dance floor or was he merely waiting for an opportune moment to join.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 28, 2021 1:24:16 GMT
I'm not bound by It seemed rather easy to smile in Connor's company. And not the feigned smile, of one merely to remain polite. But rather, a genuine smile. Benedict was not always able to hide his thoughts and emotions so despite the fact that their environment was not quite as relaxed as the one in the previous meeting . . . there was still as ease being in Morrison's company. Not one that Benedict took for granted.
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"Quite," Benedict agreed, raising his glass a little after Morrison had touched it with his own. He then asked him if he intended to dance and Benedict looked towards the dance floor. Truth was, he did not often dance at these events, and he felt that answering the question with not unless my brother makes me didn't sound quite right.
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Never the less, he wished to be honest with the man. There was after all, no need to lie. "As of right now, I have no intention of dancing," he began to say. There was too much pressure of it. His mother watching him carefully to see if his gaze rested on one woman longer than another. The whispers of a Bridgerton son joining the dance floor that prompted rumors of the why and who from surrounding mamas.
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So no. Benedict would rather not deal with that at these balls. "My brother frequents the dance floor far more than I." Colin quite often joined and that suited Benedict very well. The attention went off of him and onto his younger brother. "Tonight shall most likely be no exception." It sometimes also allowed Benedict to sneak out of the event earlier than the others. "And what about yourself?" He asked, wondering if Connor enjoyed dancing.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 28, 2021 1:15:16 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict closed his eyes for a moment as her mouth and teeth moved along his skin, burning desire urging him to move rather than remain so still inside of her. The rolling of her hips prompting the same response, drawing a deep exhalation at the sensation. Since the moment he had stepped into her shop, it had been leading to this. Every interaction. Every movement. And yet, the pure thrill of knowing that this was not where it would end made this time more . . . intimate than any other. He wished to savour every touch, every kiss, every thrust. Committing it to memory so that he may think of how easy it truly was to be with another, to be with Genevieve. That it was possible in this society to let go and just . . . be.
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The thoughts stilling him, but her touches and words -- and of course his own aching need -- allowing him to move forward. To move to that peak that their bodies were desperate to get to. When he felt her face move from his skin, he opened his eyes, gaze still glossed over with both need and ardency. Her words caused his lips to slightly part, basking in what she asked and in hearing his name again. Ah yes. He was being truly spoiled tonight by this sweet music, and longed for it even more. But as sweet as it was to hear, he could not of course deny her of what she wanted. For he wanted it to. The plea just adding to the necessity to comply.
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He almost made a joke, using the word Promptly again, but was filled with far too much for his mind to form coherent thoughts, so instead, he lowered his head, a ravenous kiss, instantly deepening it to immediately follow through with what she asked. Or demanded. His hips pushed forward, the moan of delight muffled by the kiss but felt by a vibration with their joined mouths. He thrust again, moving deeper inside of her in a slow, drawn out motion. Ever so slightly nipping at her bottom lip, a further expression of how incredible it felt to be inside of her.
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He moved his hips again, starting to build a rhythm to each thrust. Slow in the beginning, wanting to take his time even though he knew that it would not last long with how much he needed her in this moment. "You are so beautiful," he breathed against her lips, his mind not even fully registering that the words had come out. There was no jest in his tone, voice slightly deeper than usual with all he felt, all he was consumed with. And he wanted her to know it . . . how maddening it could be to be filled with so much need for her, and the relief that came when they were together.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 27, 2021 23:07:08 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict's eyes casually scanned the crowd, this time not with the purpose of finding a certain someone -- or two -- to avoid them, but merely to see who was in attendance at the moment. These events dragging on rather dulled him, but the beginning moments were fine. Tonight, seemed to be going rather well considering his present company so he turned his attention back to Connor.
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"Yes. Quite a different beverage in comparison to our last encounter." He paused for a moment, a smile touching his lips as he held his cup up to him, speaking before taking another sip. "One absent of assumptions as well." A small reminder -- though he knew that neither of them were so quick to forget as it was not too long ago -- of their games and how much was learned between them. It truly was a good bonding experience, and fortunate that as Morrison had pointed out that night . . . it had resulted in friendship as oppose to animosity.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 27, 2021 22:55:26 GMT
I'm not bound by Hearing her speak favorably towards granting him his desires when it came to clothing -- or lack there of -- drew yet another amused grin to his lips. And the fact of the matter was here, they could make such things happen. There was no rush to leave the comfort of her bed, nor the necessity to dress. He had no where else to be tonight and until the world forced them to part ways . . . then here they could both remain. He huffed in amusement as she spoke of the unfairness. "Hm," he said a bit thoughtfully. "We did speak previously about balance before did we not." Fair was fair. But there was something rather enticing about her being completely nude under him and he, still clad. At least partly.
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But of course such a thing was far from desired to be dragged out too long. His own need would disallow it. Hearing each sound of pleasure she made further fueled his actions and building need. Not that they had ever thought to be quiet before, that continued appreciation for the granted freedom to do as they pleased in the walls of her home took away any need for restraint or consideration. The way her back arched, pressing them closer together, he found an inner conflict: wanting to kiss her lips versus leaving them unoccupied so that he could hear her. For when she said his name again, he let out a heavy breath, unable to hear it enough times. The sound so comforting and sensual in the way she said it. Though he knew that the tone was now different, not that it made it any less enjoyed by him. Quite the opposite in fact. Pulling his lips from one breast he kissed along her chest to the other side, wishing to give equal attention to her perfect form.
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His lips eventually parted from the area, dragging back up along her neck as he simultaneously felt her hand slip under his now opened breeches and stroke him. It prompted a moan of pleasure from Benedict, breathless as he nestled his head in the crook of her neck, trying to muffle the sounds. But also, that former reminder in his mind . . . that there was no need to stifle anything tonight. As he felt her slide the last worn attire down his hips, he used his legs to push down the rest, sliding it fully off of him and letting it be the second part of his outfit that he let fall carelessly to the floor. Neither of them seemed to feel the need -- even in teasing -- to part from their current positions to pick it up. He titled his head to the side a little, his breathing growing heavier as she spoke of her need for him.
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Her scent intoxicating as ever one of his senses were utterly consumed by her. As they so often seemed to be in sync, her name too fell from his lips. "Genevieve," he breathed against her, his hand dampened with her building desire moving from her heat to his own need to guide him to her. He drew his head back ever so slightly, his forehead touching hers as he looked at her through heavily lidded eyes, wanting to watch her, to memorize every part of her in this moment. And with that, his hips pushed forward, a moan of both satisfaction of finally being inside of her again, mixed with the need for both of them to reach their release.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 27, 2021 21:53:45 GMT
I'm not bound by What would he have her wear. Oh such a question could not be helped but to be answered with sheer honesty. "Exactly what you are now." Which was, nothing at all. His voice was of course flirtatious, the same playful tone that was so easy to bring forth when in her company. There was more irony in his words . . . that she was a Modiste and that he preferred her in no clothing at all. "Does that hold too much irony?" He asked jokingly, silencing her to any immediate respond as he kissed her again, speaking aloud his previous thoughts. Something else that he was able to do with ease: not have to guard himself or his thoughts. Speak freely in front of her without fear of judgment or that she would spread word around the ton.
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He let out a breathy moan of pleasure at the feeling of her kisses along his skin, enjoying every one as it left a trail of heat wherever she touched. He rather liked flattering her, knowing that he could flatter her as he obviously was not the first one who tried. But it was true. He did worry for her, though he may not voice it. It was her next answer to his question that he remained focused on, intently listening to what she would reveal about her desires. The response made his body build in anticipation, an eagerness to fulfil what she wanted for they would both derive pleasure from it. But it was her last statement that truly flooded him with sentiment, the seemingly simplistic phrase and yet it entailed so much.
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She desired him . . . and she spoke his name. Yet even in doing so, it did not feel unusual or unnatural. It sounded both foreign upon her tongue and familiar at the same time. The ease with which is escaped her lips, intentional and unapologetic. And he would not have it any other way. If nothing else, her words of wanting him to touch her, and kiss her and desire for him . . . just spurred him on. The way she said his name, spurred him on. And he longed to hear it repeated from her lips in the same unguarded fashion. He could find no words to respond for the reaction to her own had caused this building need to flood through him. He aligned his head to hers, capturing her lips yet again with fervent desire as a start of compliance.
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His hand holding her breast massaged it, eliciting a moan amidst the kiss at the pleasure it prompted. His other hand went between her legs, finger caressing the folds of her skin, his own chest heaving with desire as his breeches were filling out more from the desire that manifested itself and was made known in physical form. Breaking the contact of their mouths, his lips did not stray far from her body as he lowered his head, kissing over her collarbone towards her chest, resuming his earlier work when they were still standing. Only now, her entire body was exposed to him. His lips took the place of his hand upon her breast, kissing and capturing it between his lips, while his hand continued to remain between her legs, caressing her so that she may be slick with desire.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 27, 2021 20:22:00 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict chuckled when she told him that it was not prompt, recognizing the contradiction of his words versus his actions and delay in complying with her request. Or demand. It made no different to him. He quite enjoyed her directness. And he was not one who felt the need to take lead and subdue any woman. He would be a fool to do so. Quite the opposite in fact; he relished in it. Once they got on the bed she further teased him when it came to the way he hadn't even looked to see where his boots ended up, and another huff of amusement escaped him.
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"Ironic," he began to say, kissing her between his words. "For I have a great deal less care for a garment that conceals you than for my footwear." Another playful remark before capturing her lips once more. Despit his actions of picking up her chemise, he hadn't been able to resist the tease -- one that held truth in saying that he cared little for it. He'd much rather she do without anything to cover her body. His eyes met hers, soft intent in his gaze as he silently praised her in all her beauty as her finger trailed over his nose and lips.
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His expression only changed when she joked once more, prompting yet another chuckle from him. How was it so . . . easy and comfortable to be with someone? How was it so easy to shut out the rest of the world and focus only on this, on them in the time they had together. "I am relieved to hear that," he told her. "And that I need not worry about the state of your back at a later time." He paused for a moment, a playful expression of contemplation upon his features. "Well, not as much anyway," he added on, a suggestive tease as if implying that their relations may indeed still be vigorous.
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He lowered his head, placing a light kiss on her lips, lowering to her chin, and moving across the side over her cheek, towards her ear. "Tell me what you desire," he breathed against it, pressing his cheek against hers in this position. His hand refusing to remain idle, moved in a repeated motion up and down her thigh to caress her skin, his other sliding down her chest to cup her breast in his hand. She had asked him a similar question during one of their times together and now, he wanted to hear her say it, the mere thought causing his arousal to build and yet . . . his thoughts remained in this moment of only pleasuring her. Giving her what she wanted. After all, as he previously recognized . . . tonight, they had time.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 27, 2021 18:16:31 GMT
I'm not bound by Connor's reaction made Benedict smile, glad to see that he could amuse his friend as they made light of their situation of avoidance. Benedict was not one to take too much seriously, often finding the lighter side of things. Especially compared to his more . . . serious natured siblings. But in a society such as this, it was to be expected. Fortunate, that Benedict at least had more than the walls of his house to find the ability to be himself, and let loose. He now had Granville's residence and all that it brought with it. And . . . that was proving to certainly be quite a lot.
"Is it so wrong to make introduction between two people who might actually get along quite well." The question was rhetorical, but also left open for answer. It was however, not meant to be serious. The thought of being able to take action to distract Lady Camila was tempting and unlikely. Besides, so long as his mother did not find him alone . . . he would hopefully be safe for the night. He let out a small chuckle of amusement before taking another sip of champagne. What was it that Henry had once said to him . . . the second sons can have all the fun.
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"Fortunately, she will find herself occupied with other concerns tonight so it is my hope that it will be loosened for the time being." Surely, Daphne, Anthony or Colin would occupy her time. After all, Benedict's elusive nature should come as no surprise. "And what about you Mr. Morrison. Who else's company should you wish to find yourself in tonight?" He asked, lowering his voice as he continued. "Or wish to avoid?" Apart from Mr. Guthrie that is. Benedict's way of asking if there was anyone that Connor often sought out during these events. If there was anyone of particular interest to the man.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 27, 2021 18:05:11 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict parted his lips to grant her ease of access when she silently urged his mouth open. Her grip in his hair moving his head where directed and he made no objection. So long as he his lips could touch and taste any part of her. His hand fell from the back of her head, trailing down her now bare back with the chemise fallen to the ground. Breathing into the kiss, and finding himself unable to get enough of it . . . or her. She eased from the kiss, only to tell him to take her to bed. The words sent a thrill through him, the idea of having a bed at their convenience.
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Ironic, considering the number of times they did this, but a bed added an entirely new level to their actions. For it was not just the comfort of one -- as he remained mindful that their required creativity on where to be together sometimes led to rather, unique positioning. But a bed . . . would grant them more than comfort. It would allow them the time to explore one another, and be together. It would allow them those moments after the bliss, where they could just lay next to each other and bask in the aftermath.
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It would allow him to be able to hold her and enjoy the warmth of her body. All dangerous things to consider if Benedict was considering the dangers at all. But, he was not. He only felt the longing, the urge for the bed . . . so that they may be granted more time. So that they could be here, together without the haste of having to leave or the threat of another entering. So when she told him as such, telling him to take her to bed, Benedict did not wish to waste a moment fulfilling the command.
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Kissing her again, allowing the feeling of it pour into the kiss, he let it linger and build, before parting, a playful smile forming on his lips. Without saying anything, he kissed her bare shoulder, his hand gliding over her stomach as he stepped to the side and behind her, bending down to pick up her chemise that she had stepped out of. He then carefully placed it on the back of the chair, having taken notice of the care in which she handled their clothing and couldn't resist the tease of returning the favor with the garment they had let fall to the ground. Even if it was just her under dress. Not wishing to waste another moment, he immediately returned to her, lips eagerly seeking out hers in another kiss as his hands went to her waist, lifting her up so that she could wrap her legs around him.
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"Promptly," he breathed against her mouth, familiar words he had once said to her. He made his way to her bed, anticipation building within him, as he set her down upon the soft surface. His lips continued to hungrily move against hers, laying her down on the bed while he still sat near the edge, his upper body lowered so that he could continue to kiss her, his hands braced on the bed on either side of her body. He missed the warmth of her chest pressed against him, but such a position was necessary so that he could kick off his boots. This time, he did not bother taking any care to line them up properly. Once they were removed, he shifted his position so that he could properly settle himself on top of her, renewed sensation of their bodies pressed together while his hand went to her thigh to wrap a leg around his waist still clad with his breeches.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 27, 2021 17:39:42 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict watched Eloise anxiously for her reaction. Shock was of course a natural one, but what came after? He felt as if he was holding his breath, bracing himself for what she may say. But her firstly spoken words, allowed him to finally breathe, and felt as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He of course knew that Eloise was not the most terrifying person in the family to tell . . . and at the same time she was. Only because of how close he felt to her. And that her approval, meant a great deal to him. If anyone had a hope in hell to understand this all, it was her. And she did.
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It gave him hope . . . that perhaps, if not immediately than eventually, his family would come around. Hearing that she not only told him there was no need for apology, but also that she was excited, made him do something that he perhaps did not do often enough. He moved forward and wrapped his arms around her in a hug. Closing his eyes and just letting out a breath of relief. "Thank you." For understanding him. For supporting him. Drawing back from the hug, her expression continued to bring him ease for it was a smile, and her further touch of taking his hand continuing to comfort him.
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He lightly squeezed it in return, hoping the gratitude and appreciation he felt for her was evident on his face as he looked at her. And then, the questions came out. Of course he expected them from Eloise, the details of it all. Truth was, Benedict did not have everything sorted out. Not yet anyway. But as felt before, Eloise gave him that hope. "Ideally, I do not wish to get married without our family present." That was indeed the ideal situation. Benedict cared deeply for his family and did not want to run from them. He'd rather face the disapproval here and work to convince them, as oppose to run away and hide from them.
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"Nor do I wish to elope," he confessed to her. Though, the convincing part would be most difficult. Benedict gave a small smile, letting out a slight huff of laughter. "Her name is Sophia," he told her, the unfamiliar name falling from his lips a strange . . . but welcome feeling. To be able to finally say it, further lifting the burden from his shoulders. He despised keeping secrets and now, he no longer had to. At least not from Eloise -- for now.
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"It was a moment between only the two of us," he further explained. It was far less . . . political and more sentimental. A union born of love rather than rank. "I should very much like for you to meet her." Perhaps before anyone else. It would help Sophia ease into the Bridgerton family, for Eloise seemed most accepting of her. A sentiment he could not yet guarantee from some of the other siblings.
Tag authorflies Note: AWWW YAY! I'm SO glad you like it!!! El is SO adoarble!!! I have soo many El & Ben feeels!!
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 27, 2021 16:00:28 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict knew without having to directly look at her, that Eloise was indeed worried. As if the pacing wasn't enough, the way -- and speed -- in which she talked, the manner in which she held a quill and paper, or her journal rather. And the eventual way she sat on the floor. All noticed through Benedict's peripheral as he was mostly focused on his sketch, somehow even feeling Eloise's wandering gaze as he nonchalantly tilted it in the opposite direction so she could not see. More out of playfulness than anything else. Out of anyone in the family he was comfortable sharing his work with, it was her.
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But despite his focus on his own book, he was listening to every word that Eloise said. And he was inclined to agree. A lectured mixed with a scolding . . . and the uncertainty as to why. If Colin would be happy with Marina then perhaps it should be left at that. But . . . even Benedict knew it was a naïve mindset, mainly due to the knowledge of his family. The expectations. "Mother may come around," Benedict said, trying to hold some hope . . . though perhaps it was futile. Maybe it was his own wishful thinking that the elders in their family would release some of this rigidity when it came to who they were to marry.
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"Who knows. Perhaps Colin will even pave the way for you to marry your first choice," he told her teasingly, unable to resist the urge to tease her about such things since Eloise's time was coming soon enough, especially now that Daphne was married and the focus would start to shift from her, to the second daughter. But upon Eloise speaking of how strange this all was . . . Benedict continued to silently agree. Half of them were at -- or near -- the age of marrying now, and one by one, they would part ways from the house to start their own life with their spouse. Benedict knew it was inevitable, but that did not mean it was any easier to watch the house empty of their family, one by one.
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Benedict smiled with amusement as she pointed out that there was never a dull moment among them. "Quite true," he agreed, pausing from his sketching as he turned his head to look at her seated on the ground, scribbling in her journal. "I suppose it will be even less dull as our family grows." Through marriages and children. "But if there is one thing we can currently be grateful for sister," he said as he returned to his sketching while continuing to speak. "Is that for the time being, the focus has shifted elsewhere from the two of us." Because he knew, that neither of them desired this life that seemed to already be paved out for them.
Tag authorflies Note: HAHA Eloise is precious! I can picture her in your post perfectly!
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 27, 2021 15:18:39 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."
Personal Text
Nobleman
Rank
Aspiring Artist
Occupation
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euphoria
Offline
Tag me @benedict
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 27, 2021 15:02:22 GMT
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"Don’t be stubborn. Try it!"
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