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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 27, 2021 14:59:46 GMT
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 27, 2021 2:39:29 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict had been so engrossed in his work, the brief moment of pause to speak directly to Daphne having added to the sudden surprise of Hyacinth's presence behind him. A presence he had only even known because she spoke. Startled, he instinctively closed the sketch book -- knowing it was too late at this point -- and his seated position suddenly jolted into more of an upright one, immediately tensing at Hyacinth having seen his work.
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The compliment in her words belatedly processed in his mind. Benedict was also late to realize that his reaction had only brought more attention to the situation instead of quietly ignoring her, or whispering words of gratitude for the kind words. No. His insecurities would be his greatest weakness, and greatest cause of exposing himself. But now he knew that he would have to say something. He just looked at Hyacinth, trying to recover from having been startled and . . . his work seen. "Do not sneak up on me Hyacinth," he told her, his words not scolding in the least but more so a reaction to her being behind him so unexpected.
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"And it's, not finished." That was all he could get out. He could not show any of his work to his family until it was perfect. Unless it was perfect. For that seemed to be an unachievable goal at the moment. Eyes moving to Daphne and trying to recover, he quickly replayed what she had said . . . welcome, almost any time . . . what did she mean by-- Oh. OH! "An invitation most appreciated," he said quickly, now trying to avoid two subjects. Though out of the two, his art was perhaps a less disturbing one . . . maybe. "Tea! Yes. Most excellent idea," he said, sitting up properly, and desperately hoping the topic of conversation would move to something that had nothing to do with art or . . . his sister and her husband enjoying newlywed bliss.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 27, 2021 2:20:27 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict quite enjoyed the sound of her laughter, feeling a certain sense of pride that he could draw such a reaction from her. Relaxed. Eased. A sound that was not feigned out of a need to be polite, or exaggerated when one truly felt no sense of amusement. It made Benedict smile, glad that he could amuse and entertain her. For she often drew the same reaction from him when they had the playful air between them, filled with teases and jests.
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His smiled became less amused, softening as he watched her remove her dress. Benedict wasn't entirely certain as to how he was able to exercise so much self control at the moment; so much restraint. He did not even feel as if he was fighting the urge . . . for as before -- many times before -- he was utterly enthralled by her. Simply watching her sensual movements, that seemed to come both from experience and natural charm. And all he could do was watch. Watch, with silent praise of her. A praise that he would soon express through touches and closeness.
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His eyes never left her for a moment as she set the dress to the side before returning and starting on him. One hand still held the drink, the other fell at his side, his eyes holding a soft gaze as her hands starting to unbutton his shirt, her lips moving over his jaw, prompting him to close his eyes. The warmth of her touch sending a warm sensation coursing through his body. Once it stopped, he opened them, heavily lidded with all she was stirring within him.
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Just as he was surprised that he had exercised restraint, he was equally surprised that the glass of drink remained in his hand. As if she had read his mind, she took the drink from him, grateful to be rid of it so that he could use his hand for far more . . . purposeful actions. Letting her beautiful curls loose, she proceeded to lower his suspenders and then his shirt, his body moving only with her direction . . . arms falling to the side when needed, moving back to ease the removal of each article of clothing.
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There was something . . . intimate, about their current position. The act of slowly undressing one another, rather than overpowered with lust where patience was hardly a consideration. While he felt intense desire for her, he also desired this. This gentleness, this playfulness, this . . . intimacy. While his mind did not yet think of the word, nor did he let it overthink. But each moment to build what they knew would soon come, simply added on to the euphoric feeling that always arose when in her company.
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Leaning forward, he kissed her . . . slowly, deeply, coaxing her mouth open and carefully slipping his tongue between her lips to explore her. To taste her. To drink in his thirst for her. His hands went to the small ties of her chemise in the front, slowly pulling them to loosen the garment. Easing out of the kiss with a slow breath, he rested his forehead against hers, breathing against her lips with less than an inch between them. With the chemise loosened but not yet removed, Benedict's hand went to the back of her head, now enjoying a feeling that he so often enjoyed from her.
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His fingers weaved through her loosened curls, gently and carefully tilting her head back as his lips found the front of her neck, slowly kissing down it's perfect form. The trail of kisses continued along her collar bone, while his free hand slid from the ties to slide along her stomach to her waist, spanning over it from the side. His mouth continued to work its way along her soft skin, reaching the top of her breast exposed from the design of the dress. Kissing whatever skin peeked out from the now loosened chemise, moving from one side of her chest and slowly making his way to the other side of her chest while his hand around her waist slid to the shoulder of her garment, starting to pull it down.
Tag lennie3 Note: That was a freaking long post for Ben not saying anything at all! Hahah! Sorryyy!!
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 27, 2021 1:45:10 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict listened eagerly as Connor's voice dropped and he began to speak of Mr. Guthrie, a man that he wished to avoid as well. The second Bridgerton son couldn't help but chuckle, trying to stifle his laugh by taking another sip of champagne, but the amusement still held. Connor was indeed someone that Benedict felt . . . understood him. Without needing to say anything more, the man had an understanding of Benedict that not many in these social settings had. Polite conversations and pleasantries constantly exchanged, but too far and few genuine and honest conversations.
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It was no wonder Benedict enjoyed Connor. It was a refreshing change from the otherwise dull and mundane. As if Henry's party hadn't been enough, it felt . . . comforting to be in the company of someone here who understood. "Well, you should find me with no objection," he assured him. "For as long as we can get away with it--" For he knew it could not be for the entire evening--"Rest assured that you have my company. As I am quite grateful for yours. " Benedict paused for a moment, casually looking around the room to see where this Mr. Guthrie was, but also, keeping an eye on where those he was avoiding were.
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Turning back to Connor he continued. As Connor was honest about who he was staying clear from, Benedict knew he should elaborate on who another source of avoidance was, as it was not merely his mother. "Perhaps we should introduce Mr. Guthrie and Ms. Camila and find solution to both our sources of avoidance." His voice held clear jest, but it certainly sounded like it would solve both their problems. A little mischievous Benedict supposed and after all, he seldom involved himself in such affairs. Still. The thought was both tempting and amusing.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 27, 2021 0:36:45 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict smiled as Connor extended him a drink. "Thank you," he said gratefully . . . in rather need of it. He took a sip as his friend continued to speak, the smile quickly returning as Benedict swallowed the beverage. When he mentioned of escaping his mother, Benedict closed his eyes for a moment before a grin of amusement and a slight chuckle escaped him as he looked down for a second, and then returned his gaze upon Connor.
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"Is it that obvious?" He asked, almost sheepishly but maintaining a composed expression. Yes. He did certainly need it and he appreciated that Connor seemed to understand that without words needed. Perhaps Benedict's expression and demeanour revealed as such -- revealed too much at times he supposed.
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"Though I like to think of it more as, catching up with a dear friend, rather than avoiding anyone at all." His voice was clearly teasing at the truth for they both knew that Benedict was indeed trying to keep a distance from his mother and whomever she wished to introduce him to. Benedict leaned slightly closer lowering his voice and quickly getting out his next words -- "Though your company is far more desirable at the moment." -- Before resuming his previous position and taking another sip of his champagne.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 26, 2021 23:50:37 GMT
I'm not bound by The past little while held the familiarity of the season soon upon them. With the success of Daphne's season, everyone was hopeful that Eloise would be met with the same success. Well, almost everyone. Truth was, Benedict wasn't entirely certain he was ready to say goodbye to another sister. Despite there still being seven siblings in the house, it was still not the same when one was absent. And once Eloise was off and married . . . well, Benedict would feel her lacking presence. But more importantly, it was because he wanted to make sure this was what she wanted.
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Benedict had managed to evade marriage for the past few years . . . for he was not ready to conform to societal expectations. To take a wife, to have children, to run a household. No. He was far too engrossed in his art, and the freedom that he felt when no longer constrained by the burdens of their position in society. So whether this was something Eloise wanted or not, had yet to be determined. Whether they could do anything about her preference . . . was also to be determined.
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But tonight, Benedict found it difficult to sleep. Not because he was off at an event that he would not tell his family about . . . but because he was trying to finish off an art piece, refusing to rest until it was done. But also struggling to concentrate on its completion. So he decided to go to the swings, get some fresh air and . . . it seemed that he had been met with ideal circumstance.
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For in the distance, he saw Eloise already sitting there. He silently approached her, unable to resist the playfulness of not making his presence known by voicing a greeting -- thus revealing it was him. Instead, he saw the way she tensed when hearing someone but relaxed when she saw it was him. The tease was too tempting and an amused smile touched his lips before he sat down in the adjacent swing, taking the offered cigarette before reaching in his pocket for a match to light it.
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"It has indeed," he agreed. Further proof that they were of a similar mind for both coming out here the same night. Though, he knew she may come out here on the nights he did not, and vice versa. His mind did not yet wish to accept that these nights would be far more rare -- if at all existent -- when she wed.
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No. Benedict was not prepared to think about such things. Lighting the match, he lit his cigarette before blowing out the flame and tossing the used match on the ground. "Dare I admit I have missed nights such as these," he told her, a tease in his words but they held truth. Upon her next question . . . well, Benedict knew that if there was anyone he could be honest with about his art, it was her. "Frustration," he admitted, bringing the cigarette to his lips to inhale before letting out the smoke, as if it would help ease his mind.
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"I have yet to complete a piece and am unable to focus." Unable to get it just right. To get it perfect. Taking another smoke he then turned to properly look at Eloise. "What about you?" He asked. "Does sleep elude you due to what the coming days shall bring?" The season upon her; the season where she would be presented before the ton.
Tag authorflies Note : Your post was PERFECT!!! Poor El!! I absolutely lovvedd it!!!
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 26, 2021 0:54:42 GMT
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"I'm sorry if it upsets you, but I'm going to marry her."
Benedict had just finished explaining to Eloise that he was planning to marry someone. Someone he had been meeting in secret for some time. Someone . . . he knew his family may never approve of. It was why he wanted to tell Eloise first, because if there was anyone who would understand -- or he even had a hope would understand -- it was her. She was the first -- and thus far only -- person he had revealed this to, watching her reaction. Previous to his words of apology if she was upset but he was going to marry her anyway, he had explained how he had been meeting with Sophia, a maid.
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And that, was exactly the reason he feared his family would not understand nor approve. It was bad enough if anyone even looked at someone of lower rank. They were of nobility, the eldest daughter in the Bridgerton family a duchess . . . but Benedict had seldom let rank effect who he spent time with. And fate had brought him and Sophia together, so why deny themselves a lifetime of happiness? He wished not to. So he needed to tell Eloise. He hoped she was not upset at him . . . he hoped she understood. And, he knew she would be honest with him.
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She never held her tongue and he loved that about her. That he could depend on her honesty, her true opinion on the subject. Perhaps she would just tell him that he was mad; insane. That this could never happen. But as he regarded her as a confidant, and he wanted her -- needed her -- to know before anyone else. Not that he even had immediate plans of telling the rest of his family, but Eloise was the exception. His trust and respect for her emphatic.
Tag authorflies Note : Hahah the line I got was so ironic considering we were just talking about all their marriages and stuff from the books!!
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 25, 2021 23:21:59 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict was quite looking forward to what her confirmation entailed. He stood still, his eyes following her movements as her fingers started at the buttons of his jacket. She made her way over them, as well as the layer underneath. When she took his glass, he made no objections, uncaring of where it ended up. After all, he did not come here for the drink. He let out a slow breath when her hands slid over his upper body, lowering the now opened jacket. He was rather enjoying the way she took her time; the tender touch she held. The ease in which she moved.
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The familiarity between them having grown immensely and it simply added enjoyment each and every moment they were together. Past times, he had often divested himself of his clothing, tossing it to the side rather caught up in the moment. But seeing her treat it with care, in her home, Benedict found it quite charming of her. And he enjoyed the sight as she moved to carefully set it away. A clear indication that it would be unneeded for some time. Taking the glass in his hand once more, he continued to remain silent and still . . . as she took a sip. He closed his eyes, relishing in the embrace, the soft sensation and the pleasure of knowing what it would lead to. His free hand wrapped around her, gently pressing her closer to her as he enjoyed the feeling of her fingers within the locks of his hair.
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Once she eased out of the kiss, he belatedly opened his eyes, lips immediately curving upwards into a smile. "Quite right," he told her. Yes. He merely couldn't stand here like a statue and expect not to express any memory of past lessons. "One must learn through demonstration as well." With the arm he wrapped around her, he shifted it a little, fingers slowly and carefully starting to pull each tie of the dress she wore. Doing it once handed as the other held the glass of brandy, made him unable to touch her, using only the fingers of his free hand to pull the ties, causing it to loosen around her bust first, and then looser on her upper body. He leaned closer to her, lips kissing her cheek, her jawline, moving down her neck . . . his lips caressing her soft skin, taking in her glorious scent.
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When he felt that he ran out of ties, he leaned back a little, setting his drink down so that he could properly lower the upper part of the dress. However, with the same care she treated his attire. With his drink in hand, he then took the drink in her hand . . . holding it, so that each of his were now filled with a glass. He raised his glass to his lips and took a sip. "Your turn," he told her, as if that was his reward for removing the clothing, a playful challenge, his eyes moving over her to thoroughly appreciate what his work revealed.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 25, 2021 22:47:54 GMT
I'm not bound by The house was unnervingly quiet, though Benedict held no complaint. Daphne had just been married and Colin . . . had announced his engagement. Well, that had certainly caused a ruckus. Anthony was displeased -- to say the least -- and their mother was shocked. Fortunately, there were only two present in the drawing room: him and Eloise. Benedict was currently laying on the couch, his legs stretched over it and due to his height, went a little over one end, while his back was against the opposite end. He had his sketchbook out and was practicing, attempting not to get frustrated with each mistake and each part he didn't like.
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Eloise was also in the room with him, and he was enjoying her company, as always. It was peaceful, relaxing and well . . . neither were the object of attention at the moment. Anthony and their mother was preoccupied with Colin, Daphne with her new husband and Hyacinth and Gregory . . . probably with each other, driving their tutor mad. So yes; it was nice sometimes to simply fade into the background and not be the source of attention.
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"What do you suppose mother is saying to him?" Benedict thought out loud, unsure as they had never been in this situation before with Colin and . . . well, Benedict couldn't hep but wonder. Benedict had been happy for his brother, but that did not seem to be a common emotion among the others who displayed displeasure over the sudden promise of union.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 25, 2021 10:47:00 GMT
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 25, 2021 0:43:28 GMT
I'm not bound by "Bridgerton!" Benedict froze, spinning around to see the source. The voice sounded oddly familiar and yet he could exactly place it. Even when he saw the man who spoke, Benedict's eyes rested on him, his mind desperately trying to-- "Morrison," he greeted in return. By god! He looked completely different. Then again . . . it was no surprise of course. Benedict knew he shouldn't be surprise to see him dressed with such sophistication, nor should he be surprised to see him at such an event. The thrill of Mr. Granville's party was the very essence of that; that they could let loose and relax. But here, in such a public event . . . the pressured and rigidity returned. Benedict made his way closer to him.
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The second Bridgerton son was quite expressive, often unable to withhold surprise or shock. That moment Mr. Granville had introduced his wife to Benedict, it was by good fortune and luck that Benedict had a drink in his hand so that he could use it to silence himself and just sip from it while letting the shock sink in. Fortunately, this was not as much of a jolt, and it drew a smile from Benedict as he now stood across from Morrison. A most welcome sight indeed!
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"For you Morrison, I can spare many," he told him truthfully. "It is good to see you again," he added on, knowing that it was the polite thing to say but at the same time . . . Benedict truly meant it. He had enjoyed his time with Connor and the two learned much about each other in the first night. He hoped to continue that journey, though knew full well that it would not be to the same extent here. Still. This was a part of each of them, a part of their lives so it would indeed be fascinating to see how Connor Morrison conducted himself in the public eye.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 25, 2021 0:33:44 GMT
I'm not bound by As Genevieve looked at the flowers, Benedict was distracted looking at the shop. Men often had no business visiting a Modiste, and he found himself taking in the sights of her shop. One that was well known in the ton. One that his own mother and sisters surely spent countless hours in. He turned to look at her when she took his hand, following her with ease as she led him through the shop and up the stairs, his movements in sync with hers as he paused when she did.
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As she stood taller than him due to the steps he smiled, closing his eyes for the kiss that was far too brief. Leaving him longing for more. And surprisingly, he was able to show restraint -- though he knew it would not last long. Perhaps because of where they were; of the time and space that they had to just, be with each other. In every sense of the word. He watched her go up a couple of steps, enjoying the sight before he proceeded to follow her through the door, entering her flat and once again, taking in the sight of it.
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It was . . . quaint. And perfect. It felt peaceful. Quiet. There was a great charm to it as it was so far from what Benedict was used to and he did not see that as a negative thing. Not in the slightest. In fact, he found a great comfort in it. Perhaps also because he was able to see more of who she was. Not even realizing the dangerous path that could lead to. When she asked him if he'd like a drink, promptly responded.
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"Please," he asked, watching her pour it as he met her halfway. "Thank you," words spoken as he took hold of the cup, taking a sip. But the moment she moved closer to him, he could see it in her. The playfulness, the perfect ease that so naturally came to them both. His smiled widened as he watched her. How utterly mesmerizing she was. "Apologies," he began to say.
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"I may have forgotten, as I was distracted by familiarizing myself with the furniture," he said jokingly, a clear reference to a past conversation he had. Still holding the drink with one hand, he moved his free hand to her cheek, gently brushing it with the back of his fingers, trailing down to her chin where she gently and softly cupped it. "Perhaps you can remind me?" He asked, a playful gleam in his eyes. A readiness and eagerness to enjoy their time together.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 24, 2021 22:51:50 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict smiled as Connor mentioned that the game often ended in one of two ways. It made the second son wonder just how many enemies Connor had made from this. As Benedict previously established though, one could easily get offended when certain assumptions were made -- incorrect or correct. Fortunately, neither of them had that quality.
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"Well then it is fortunate, that we ended on good terms," he stated, glad that it was one of friends rather than the other. That much was after all certain, considering Connor had offered his company for the walk home. Benedict having continued to step forward after his momentary pause, he was nearing his house, so paused once more. "Thank you Mr. Morrison. For your company," he told him with genuine gratefulness. "And I look forward to the next time I am granted with it," he told him as he slightly lowered his head in a respectful nod. "Good night." And with that, turned towards the Bridgerton estate.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 24, 2021 22:44:51 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict was not exactly a fan of such extravagant events. It had been a part of his life however, so he was accustomed to it. But . . . that did not mean he greatly enjoyed it. Particularly these past few years where his mother was adamant about him speaking to certain women in the hopes of finding a wife. It was a constant pattern where Violet would attempt to drag lead him towards a woman and her mother, and he managed to avoid it. Fortunately, Colin was far more agreeable than he was. And while Anthony was stubborn, she had not entirely given up on him too. So once again, Benedict's position as the middle son of the three elder ones worked in his favour . . . most of the time.
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Tonight, the same pattern would be repeated. His mother looped her arm though his, commenting on how beautiful Lady Carmilla was looking tonight, and how close she too was to her family. Her respectable family. And how Lady Carmilla was looking forward to making his acquaintance and -- that was when Benedict knew he had to slip away. He looked at his mother and shook his head, mouthing No no no. And with ease and a surprising amount of smoothness and suave, he slipped from his mother's grasp and moved towards the other side of the room, the opposite direction of his mother and Lady Carmilla.
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Once there, he breathed a small sigh of relief, turning and while still keeping distance, casually peered at his mother through the crowd of heads between them. She was now focused on Colin. Bless Colin for being so agreeable and willing to marry, despite his young age. Benedict felt his shoulders relax a little, knowing that all he need do is keep that distance for the night. This was not the first time he had done so; he merely grew tired of it. He did not exactly enjoy dancing either and knew that whomever he danced with, would spread like gossip in the ton.
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So instead, he casually made his way through the crowd, striking conversation with those he was familiar with, and politely chatting with those he met for the first time. He was already growing tired and bored of such things but knew that the night was still young. Making his way to the drink section, he froze in his tracks when he saw Lady Danbury. There were far too many people to avoid. He spun around, and nonchalantly weaved through the crowd, this time, attempting to make way toward where the entrance to the garden was. Fortunately, this was not his first time and he had nearly become an expert in the art of avoidance . . . mostly.
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"Should I not have a friend?
I'm not bound by
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Please do not tell mother."
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 24, 2021 22:27:12 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict had plans tonight but . . . it did not involve a family obligation. Nor was it a party at Mr. Granville's. No. This evening, he would be visiting the Modiste. A strange place for a man, but when the Modiste was Genevieve . . . it made far more sense. The day was filled with the usual tasks, the usual events. Fortunately, there was no grand party or ball that his presence was expected at. While he would have still tried to find way to see her, at least this way he would not have to come up with an excuse. He wasn't always the best liar.
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But what else made this night . . . different, was that it would be the first time he and Genevieve planned to meet outside of Mr. Granville's. This was, just the two of them. In an intimate place. A place that belonged to one of them; to her. Benedict wasn't nervous of course, nor was he overthinking what this meant. He was merely looking forward to getting to spend more time with her, away from watchful eyes and temporary rooms. It added an added, ease and comfort.
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Not wishing to show up empty handed, he selected each flower to create a bouquet. Not a large one, but one that consisted of a few flowers. A few, ones he had been very selective to pick the absolutely perfectly formed ones. Perhaps it was an artist's aesthetic, searching for that perfect one, or ones. And when he was satisfied, he grouped them together and managed to keep them hidden when he entered his house once more and when he departed from the house as they remained unseen.
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Reaching her shop, the first time he would go to it, he paused outside the door, a smile upon his lips as he knocked. When she opened it to greet him with a smile, his own remained. "Ms. Delacroix," he greeted in response. Once she allowed him to enter, he stepped inside, extending the bouquet of flowers. "A thank you, for the invitation." He was well aware that he was not courting her, that whatever existed between them was . . . undefined. And so shall it perhaps remain as such. Labels were often too overrated.
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