Duke of Hazzard
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Post by Bellamy Talbot on Mar 28, 2023 20:06:23 GMT
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Duke of Hazzard
"Nobility is defined
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Post by Bellamy Talbot on Oct 12, 2022 19:59:47 GMT
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In all those forced years of tutelage, imprisoned in this estate, Bellamy Talbot had not exactly learned how to woo a woman. He was assured by his father and step mother that women would flock to him r his title alone. The promise of being a duchess if they were to wed him. It was quite . . . disturbing, truly. Bellamy felt it made it more difficult to find the words upon his tongue to express how he felt. He already grew flustered at seeing so many beautiful women, and yet there was always one that captured his eyes. No. His mind, body, heart and soul! -- Not to be too dramatic of course. [break][break] And so, where spoken words failed him . . . perhaps written ones would be better. He had already scrunched up far too many papers than he would care to admit, and all he had perfected at the top of the letter was the greeting. Dearest Rose. The rest, was difficult to pen. How did he explain everything that had happened? How did he explain how he felt seeing her after so many years?! [break][break] The sound of the door jolted him as he quickly covered the paper with his elbows, knocking the ink all over his hands in his attempt to conceal the paper. His eyes widened as he looked at the woman. Perhaps a guest of his step-mother or sisters perhaps. Not a potential wife for Lydia would have most certainly ushered him downstairs. The need for concealment was out of fear that it had been Lydia, one of his sisters or god forbid . . . his father. They had discover this and track down who this woman was. And Bellamy . . . feared for the fate that may fall upon Rose if they did. [break][break] "It is . . . nothing of import." His actions betrayed his words. "A letter! It is a letter!" Bellamy was a terrible liar. Which, did not do well considering these circumstances that were forced upon him. "A dreadful one at that," he added in a low voice, crumpling the latest paper. He quickly rose to his feet, turning to face the woman, his fingers dripping with the black ink. "How does one know what to write to one with whom one is upset with and in which whom has desires to explain?" Bellamy was not even certain he followed his own train of thought, but rambling certainly was not uncommon -- albeit, a rather unattractive trait in a man he had been told countless of times. Unbecoming of a future duke, and yet, parts of his personality inevitably remained. [break][break]
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Duke of Hazzard
"Nobility is defined
by what you do.
Not by who you are."
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Peasant to Noblemam
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Future Duke of Argyll
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Post by Bellamy Talbot on Oct 11, 2022 18:00:19 GMT
Do you ever knock?!
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Duke of Hazzard
"Nobility is defined
by what you do.
Not by who you are."
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Peasant to Noblemam
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Post by Bellamy Talbot on Jan 28, 2022 20:02:21 GMT
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Duke of Hazzard
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Post by Bellamy Talbot on Jan 28, 2022 19:58:24 GMT
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random number generator selected...[break] 18. Hiring a prostitute [break][break] Bellamy felt as if the past year of his life had been a string of bad ideas -- seldom few ever ones concocted by him. But this . . . this was a terrible beyond terrible idea! And once again, it was not even his! His cousin made a decision based on his judgement of Bellamy and this decision, was not one that the heir to the Argyl dukedom was comfortable with in the slightest. His cousin believed Bellamy needed to grow more comfortable around women . . . in fact, he thought Bellamy had never touched one nor understood the pleasures of being with a woman! This judgement led to his current predicament: a courtesan escorted into his bedroom by his cousin who seemed all too pleased with this. It only led Bellamy to assume that the man was doing this out of cruel intentions rather than ones to genuinely help. He also took advantage of the fact that Lydia and Gerard were traveling for the next couple of days and his cousin was tasked with keeping a close watch on Bellamy. [break][break] Bellamy eyed the courtesan, each step she took towards him, was one that he took away from her . . . so much to the point that his back now remained against the wall. He ran out of floor! She was growing closer, moving towards him in such a seductive manner, as Bellamy's eyes widened. He could not even pay attention to what she was saying, wanting to warn her off yet his throat was dry and no words escaped him. The opening of his door was perhaps the only thing that would save him from this, as his eyes rested upon his half sister. Ordinarily, he would be curious and perhaps wary of her presence. But right now, he felt only relief for it as his cousin had abandoned him completely. "Marianne!" He exclaimed, perhaps a bit too eagerly as it was rather uncharacteristic considering their sibling dynamic. "My presence is required somewhere, is it not?" His eyes practically begging with his sister to help him out of this. Not that they had a particularly, amicable relationship but Bellamy was not one without hope! [break][break] tag: @mariannetalbot --- notes: [googlefont="Dancing+Script"]
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Duke of Hazzard
"Nobility is defined
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Not by who you are."
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Post by Bellamy Talbot on Jan 28, 2022 19:47:38 GMT
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Bellamy brightly smiled at her reaction, a small chuckle of amusement escaping his lips as she questioned whether he truly believed she would not recognize his voice. "I will have to make better attempt in the future to mask it," he said playfully. If only to add to his ability to genuinely surprise her. Though, her gasp had been indicative enough, as were her next words. "I thought to see how you intend to spend the remainder of your day," he began to tell her, offering honest explanation. [break][break] "For if you are not otherwise engaged, I have something planned for us." He purposely remained ambiguous about it, but the excited gleam in his eyes and continued smile upon his lips suggested that it was something that he believed she would enjoy. Something that they could both enjoy. Truth be told, they could both be doing the most mundane and tedious task . . . and Bellamy would still find it enjoyable, for he was in her presence. In her company. So long as that remained, Bellamy would never find anything too dull. But today, was a day to give her rest and simply enjoy the weather, wonderful company, and escape from their chores and work if only for a few hours. "What do you say Miss Fletcher?" He asked teasingly, eagerness in his tone of voice. [break][break]
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Duke of Hazzard
"Nobility is defined
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Post by Bellamy Talbot on Jan 28, 2022 19:39:38 GMT
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Bellamy was still in shock about what had just happened. He heard one of the servants saying something about sending for a doctor and before Bellamy could dissuade him, the servant was gone. The heir closed his eyes for a moment, leaning against the wall on the other side of the room so to keep significant distance from her. But he did not trust his vision or orientation enough to venture from the room to really place space between them. She apologized, claiming she did not know why she did that. Bellamy was not heartless to not accept one's apology, but incidents like these only further solidified his lack of comfort in being here. In this entire environment! For now, he would have to be cautious of flying fists and his sister placing random facers upon him! [break][break] Continuing to use the napkin in attempt to soak up the blood, Bellamy opened his eyes to see her across the room, unsure what to even say in this moment. "As soon as I am able, I will be well out of your way," he assured her in the hope to avoid any further physical harm. That way, he would leave her to deal with whatever caused her to be in such a mood . . . or perhaps it was his mere presence that had aggravated her so. Either way, Bellamy was not going to overstay his welcome in her company. [break][break]
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Duke of Hazzard
"Nobility is defined
by what you do.
Not by who you are."
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Peasant to Noblemam
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Future Duke of Argyll
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Post by Bellamy Talbot on Jan 28, 2022 19:30:30 GMT
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random line generator picked:[break] There's something I need to get off my chest. [break][break] It was not that Bellamy disliked balls per say . . . it was that there was so much to remember that he found them to be, overwhelming. Unbeknownst to most, he was not someone born and bred for this lifestyle. While his lacking knowledge could be blamed on his 'illness', he still struggled with basic exchanges and the intimidation faced when conversing with those who were higher in rank than him. Or well, were once higher in rank than him. He grew up a lower classman and now suddenly, was the heir of a Duke. How quickly things changed. Practically forced by Gerard to make worthwhile exchanges to young eligible women, Bellamy had fulfilled this command by asking to add his name to someone's dance card. [break][break] But he was quickly realizing that as the dance was approaching, so too were his nerves starting to increase. Seeing the woman standing, Bellamy casually made his way over to her, positioning himself next to her. "There's something I need to get off my chest," he began to say. His tone started as serious but a smile slowly formed on his expression as he turned his head to look at the young woman. "The quadrille is not a dance I am most adept in." While he knew Gerard and Lydia would never approve of him being so self deprecating, he felt it best to inform the young woman before hand . . . should she wish to back out of the dance before it began. And if anything, to save her the embarrassment of having such a weak dancing partner. [break][break] tag: @julieta--- notes: [googlefont="Dancing+Script"]
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Duke of Hazzard
"Nobility is defined
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Post by Bellamy Talbot on Jan 25, 2022 1:19:09 GMT
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Duke of Hazzard
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Post by Bellamy Talbot on Jan 25, 2022 1:18:02 GMT
"What is it like growing up with so many sisters?"
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Duke of Hazzard
"Nobility is defined
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Post by Bellamy Talbot on Jan 9, 2022 0:37:37 GMT
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Bellamy had what he believed was a perfect day planned! The weather was beautiful, and he had just finished work so wished to take advantage of the remainder of the sunny day! And he could not imagine spending such a perfect day, without his best friend: Rose Fletcher. Even if she did not yet know he intended to make her spend it with him. He had everything prepared in his rowboat. He had also found the perfect little clearing right next to the lake where they could sit and enjoy the prepared picnic basket. Yes! It would indeed be the most wonderful day. Such moods were not a rarity for Bellamy. His zeal and enjoyment for life often had him elated. And he was surrounded by people he loved . . . a support that did not make him lament his father or anyone else. He felt . . . happy. And he learned through experience conversing with others, that happiness was not an emotion easily found. Or maintained. [break][break] H Arriving at Rose's home, Bellamy smiled . . . or at least his smile grew. She did not yet see him for her back was faced to him so he decided to have a little fun with it. Quietly approaching her, he sneaked up from behind and quickly reached his arms over so that his hands covered her eyes. "Guess who?" He asked playfully. "And should you not guess correctly, I will have you know that I shall take great offense," he added on with continued teasing. Hopefully she was not working on anything that required a needle . . . otherwise she may accidentally jab herself, or him in defense of potentially being startled. [break][break]
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Duke of Hazzard
"Nobility is defined
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Not by who you are."
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Future Duke of Argyll
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Post by Bellamy Talbot on Jan 8, 2022 21:03:53 GMT
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The household was abuzz with preparations of Marianne's wedding. The Duke and his wife were beyond elated by the match and they would indeed have a grand wedding. And, this suited Bellamy perfectly well. For it took the attention and pressure off of him . . . at least temporarily. He managed to remain out of the way for the most part, though he knew he could not entirely disappear. But this would suit him just as well compared to the alternative. Of course the occasional remarks of how he would need to find his wife next were made. Despite his young age, Gerard feared discovery and would much rather an heir be secured and a match from a well ranking family be made. Bellamy, was in no such rush. [break][break] Deciding to make an exit from his room, only able to hide in one space for so long, he made his way down the stairs, entering the dining area for breakfast, seeing that his sister -- the bride to be -- was already there. He gave a small smile, knowing that their relationship was rather . . . strained, to say the least. But what he did not expect, was to be met with a clenched fist as it struck him in the face. Bellamy staggered to the side, his hand immediately going to where she had hit and felt a wetness there. Blood. One of the servants hurriedly handed him a handkerchief, as Bellamy held it against his noise, eyeing his now blurry sister as tears filled his eyes from the sting of the blow, clouding his vision. "What on earth was that for?!" He asked in a slightly muffled voice, completely baffled by the violent attack. [break][break]
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Duke of Hazzard
"Nobility is defined
by what you do.
Not by who you are."
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Peasant to Noblemam
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Future Duke of Argyll
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Post by Bellamy Talbot on Jan 8, 2022 20:43:45 GMT
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Bellamy kept his eyes fixed on her, feeling his heart ache as she spoke of how she left him. Oh how he wished he could tell her everything! Tell her how much she truly meant to him. That he wanted none of this! That he would gladly return to his previous life because it was there he found true happiness. Now of course, he knew some would appreciate the ease that came with rank and wealth . . . but Bellamy preferred the freedom of life. Not the constant suffocation of being a prisoner within this one. [break][break] He remained silent, his eyes slightly widened as he let the emotion appear on his face. Something Gerard told him to not do as men were meant to be stoic and refined. But he could not help it. Rose knew him better than anyone else and she was the one person he did not have to hide from. The one person he never wanted to hide from. But . . . what if she never forgave him for this? What if he had hurt her beyond repair? What if she never trusted him again? The panic of these thoughts making his lip ever so slightly quiver in sheer fear that he had truly lost his best friend, when he had only now been reunited with her. [break][break] Though it was as if she somehow silently heard him . . . or perhaps it was just fate. Either way, she told him that she missed him too. It was all he needed to breathe a sigh of relief. He knew they were far from forgiveness, that she was perhaps far from forgiving him. But her words gave him that hope. Hearing her say it and he feeling encouraged to make this right. He wanted to hug her again, to hold her close but . . . he also knew he had to respect her boundaries. So he went with the less sentimental alternative and stepped closer to her so that he may drop his voice and not be over heard. [break][break] "I did not leave you." He didn't want Gerard or Lydia to hear how much she meant to him. "I would never leave you." His voice thick with the utmost sincerity and sureness in these words. "I was . . . " He paused, turning his head to the door to see if anyone was peeking through. To see if anyone else was present. He could not trust the staff in this household; for their loyalties were surely upon the Duke and not him. Turning back to her, he lowered his voice even more as he spoke the next words. [break][break] "I was taken," he whispered, perhaps a bit too dramatically but he could not bare the thought of her thinking he had left her of his own volition. "We have much to discuss Rose," he told her. "I ask only for the chance to explain. Should you permit me to." Because he had hurt her and he wanted to make this right once more. The responsibility rest upon his shoulders and she, was of paramount importance above all else in his life. [break][break]
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Duke of Hazzard
"Nobility is defined
by what you do.
Not by who you are."
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Post by Bellamy Talbot on Dec 23, 2021 17:18:30 GMT
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When the young woman spoke of her pride being wounded more than anything else, it was certainly something that Bellamy could relate to. For far too many times had he mis-stepped during a dance, causing his foot to land on his dancing partner's. Or that he failed to say the proper formality when addressing another. It was not just fear of discovery that coursed through the young male . . . but the embarrassment that so frequently came with it. The wound to ones pride. Now of course, he could not delve into such details at the moment, but he hoped his next words would help bring her some ease. "I completely understand," he told her sincerely, without further elaborating. [break][break] However when she attempted to stand with his offered hand, she was in pain -- evident by her body's reaction, her expression, and of course, her voice. She seemed to take it fairly well however, for instead of tears of pain, she let out a light laugh instead. Concern continued to show on his features. He remained close as if to provide some form of support, when another woman quickly joined the scene. Bellamy's face slightly twisted in empathy when she tried to move again, wondering how best he could help her through this. Carrying her seemed a bit too . . . intimate so perhaps he could try something less invasive and hopefully still not problematic. [break][break] "Would you like to lean on me for support?" He asked. "I can help you back to where you need go," he continued to say, hoping it was not too presumptuous of him. "Only if you would permit me to of course," he quickly added. "For, it would require your arm around my neck." As if explaining it would hopefully make it less . . . awkward. If that was even the right word. "Would it help if I introduced myself?" He asked with a smile, attempting to keep the mood light despite the concern for her wellbeing. "My name is Bellamy." He hated the next part but knew he had little choice. "Talbot," he finished, awaiting to see what her comfort level was so that he would know how best to proceed in assisting her. [break][break]
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Duke of Hazzard
"Nobility is defined
by what you do.
Not by who you are."
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Peasant to Noblemam
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Future Duke of Argyll
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Post by Bellamy Talbot on Dec 23, 2021 17:03:44 GMT
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Bellamy listened as she spoke of different regional languages spoken in India, as well as English. "However, English is not the official language of the region," he stated. Otherwise, he would not have suggested the language of India. "I do believe it is Persian." Last he heard after all. Stories of India, among other countries were shared throughout his years growing up. It was truly such a different perspective compared to now when he was in the company of those who spoke about it. Nobleman and wealthy men. A different viewpoint of the world in general . . . and Bellamy was not entirely sure he preferred it. [break][break] "It does indeed sound like it has it's charms," he agreed. Travelling had never been a part of his life though new experiences were always welcome. He enjoyed learning different trades, some more successfully than others. And that, he truly missed. For now, the duties placed upon him were far more constraining . . . far more restrictive. He had not even been able to embark on a rowing trip since bring brought into this life. He felt there was so much left to do and it all seemed to be growing in impossibility. [break][break] Bellamy watched her as she spoke of a lost ribbon, speaking of how she had lost one once. Bellamy had to refrain from saying he never had any sisters who had lost ribbons but then . . . he technically had three. As the son of a Duke, he had three. The language itself kept a connection with his late mother . . . yet was also one that Gerard disallowed him to speak. "I am grateful for it," he said with a smile. "Though I am not very knowledgeable on the subject of lost ribbons. It sounds like quite the ordeal," he said a bit jokingly. [break][break]
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