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Post by lennie1 on Apr 28, 2021 14:35:55 GMT
This time when Anthony told her their father would be proud of her Hyacinth believed him. She always believed Anthony, no matter what he had told her she had believed his every word for as long she could remember. But earlier in his study with her emotions running wild and fear pounding in her little heart, she had not really been ready to hear it. Now, however, the words made her smile and Hyacinth nodded, "thank you," she said, her voice soft with sentiment. Hyacinth had never known Edmund Bridgerton personally but she knew of the man her Father had been and, the man described to her would have been proud of his children simply for existing she knew that.
"You assured me both milk and a story," Hyacinth countered, he may have dazzled her with the promise of a trip to Aubrey Hall to soon take place but that did not mean she forgot his earlier promises. Hyacinth said the words before she let a victorious smile form on her lips, the upturn of the corners of her mouth which said so clearly Hyacinth had been paying attention to what had been said and knew exactly what she wanted.
"I would be willing to waver the milk for another story if you would like to avoid waking someone else," Hyacinth declared, she said it so sweetly, showing deep care for the staff getting a few hours of sleep before they would be up to prepare breakfast. Pushing the door to her bedchambers open and letting go of her brother's hand she left him behind and with light feet she trodded to her bed, kicking off her slippers, a guilty grin passing over her features as they flew across the room, and climbing into bed. |
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Post by lennie1 on Apr 28, 2021 14:23:10 GMT
"So is that your plan then? For mama to be so focused on Anthony wishing to find a bride she forgets about you?" Hyacinth inquiried, an amused twinkle in her eye and her fingers relaxed around the needle. It was not actually a horrible plan. Their mother would be overjoyed if any of her children of age got married, if they found love. Hyacinth wanted her siblings to find love, it just complicated her feelings so much when they were all so much older than herself, when they would leave so much sooner.
She scoffed. "Is that why you agreed to go to the modiste? Because you want to hear whatever gossip Madame Delacroix has managed to hear about Lady Whistledown?" Hyacinth laughed, "Mama would be horrified if she heard you focusing so much on learning more about Whistledown," she teased, and even so she could hear Violet Bridgerton scolding Eloise about focusing on things which would not attract positive attention.
Hyacinth sighed, securing the needle before putting her work to the side, a furrow in her brow as she considered her thoughts.
It was not that Hyacinth wished for her siblings to remain unmarried until she herself was old enough to marry simply so she would not be left behind. She knew how ridiculous that was without even taking into account how society would deem her sisters too old before Hyacinth reached an appropriate age to find a husband. It was not that she did not like the one brother-in-law she had obtained so far, Simon was kind and quite obviously very much in love with Daphne. Hyacinth couldn't put it into words that made sense, despite the love for her brother-in-law, the idea of losing another sister to marriage so quickly after Daphne had just left home just did not sit right with the young child.
"I miss Daphne," she confessed, "I mean, I miss her being here and if Anthony gets married then he will have a family of his own and Mama is holding out hope you will fall hopelessly in love and marry too, and you'll all marry and I will not be allowed to marry for years and you'll all move out like Daphne. It'll just be me, and Gregory, but is that not just as bad?" She breathed heavily, eyes welling with unshed tears and it seemed once she let the floodgates of her feelings open Hyacinth had been unable to hold back her concerns. She drew in a shaky breath, "I'm sorry," Hyacinth murmured, "that is very selfish of me, is it not?"
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Post by lennie1 on Apr 22, 2021 15:55:42 GMT
If Hyacinth was able to figure out his returned sentiment was really the title she'd hold forever by default she didn't say anything about it. Instead the younger brunette beamed brightly, wide smile on her lips more of a grin than anything else. Despite the heartache at the centre of the time she had gotten with her brother now Hyacinth was content. Her mother had told her many times that they found their strength and happiness in the love they all shared for each other as a family. As in most cases Hyacinth would have agreed Violet was correct.
"I'll sleep," Hyacinth insisted stubbornly, if it was a requirement to leave London for a few days she would will herself to sleep without any complaints or strange requests for whatever she could think of. She missed chasing Gregory around playing in the vast gardens at Aubrey Hall, the flowers her mother so lovingly tended to, hearing her siblings use words which made her maid cover her ears in horror and steer her away from listening to them as they played Pall Mall.
Hyacinth missed Aubrey Hall and all the joys within the estate.
She nodded firmly, in a way which seemed oddly regal for a ten-year-old, "I believe you are correct," she informed him, playful smile playing on her lips, "besides, some fresh air is healthy, and also even I know Papa loved Aubrey Hall so really we should be there for him," she knew Anthony had already agreed, given her his word they would make the trip soon but it didn't mean Hyacinth's mind stopped working and finding reasons to present.
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Post by lennie1 on Apr 20, 2021 17:32:42 GMT
In a way Hyacinth understood why she had thus far been excluded in her siblings' games of Pall Mall. For a while, when she was even younger, the main argument she had been given why she could not take part had been her inability to hold a mallet. Later on she had been told the game was not for little children. After spying on her siblings while they played Hyacinth had come to the conclusion the game itself was perfectly suitable, however the way she had blushed and gaped upon hearing how her siblings talked to each other proved it was their conduct which was rather inappropriate.
She was older now. She was ten.
Satisfied with the way Anthony confirmed he would not only teach her but would play along in her games of letting her truly win she flashed him a bright grin. "You are my most favourite brother, did you know that?" She mused cheerfully, and again Hyacinth was sure Anthony knew those were words which while she meant them for the moment it would come a day and a time when she declared the same thing to Benedict or Colin, perhaps even Gregory. But regardless her bond with Anthony was different, he was her brother of course, but he had also had to fill the role of the father she never knew, her protector in life.
"Oh, yes!" Hyacinth nodded animatedly, wide grin on her face. If it was up to Hyacinth they would've spent far more time out in Kent at Aubrey Hall, there was much more to do out there. "Will you speak to Mama in the morning? It should not take too long to get everything in order for us to arrive? And we'll all go together, it is not as much fun if we are not all going together." She spoke quickly now, hardly taking a breath between her words as she gesture animatedly. |
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Post by lennie1 on Apr 16, 2021 17:08:40 GMT
In a very mature moment Hyacinth decided to respond to her brother's jest by sticking out her tongue, grimacing rudely in his direction. "If I am so impossible to not notice and yet capable sneaking up on you perhaps you are beginning to feel the effects of getting old, dear brother," Hyacinth replied, her tone easily matching his, and it was not an uncommon scene to have witnessed in Bridgerton House had anyone walked in to see any of the eight teasing each other in light-hearted voices. Hyacinth pursed her lips, levelling him with a look as stern as she could manage, "I will get to the bottom of this, Benedict."
Hyacinth understood there would be topics of conversations which would go over her head simply because of her age. She had discovered it would be a certainty over the years. But simply because she understood it as being a thing which happened in her life far too often it didn't mean she appreciated it. So when Benedict continued to comment on the stubborn flush in Daphne's cheeks, his words indicating it had nothing to do with their sister possibly just running a bit warm Hyacinth frowned. She was not stupid, she understood he was trying to say something about it, but Hyacinth could not figure out what he was trying to so sneakily reveal about Daphne in order to take the attention off himself.
"Why must you speak in riddles?" Hyacinth accused with a childish whine, she got to be childish she was a child after all, it was her right, and she looked from Benedict to Daphne with a perplexed look in her eyes, "What is he talking about, Daff? He is right, you are unusually flushed, are you sure you are well? Or if you're just warm, perhaps you'd like some lemonade instead of tea?" She asked, what other possibilities were there than Daphne running a fever or simply feeling a bit hot?
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Post by lennie1 on Apr 11, 2021 11:35:39 GMT
It would have been wonderful had it been their father currently taking her back to bed making the offer. Hyacinth saw how much they all tried to show her the love Edmund had shown them, that she never got to receive. It would have been nice had it been her dad comforting her in his study, had it been her dad tucking her into bed after she had a nightmare, had it been her dad offering to teach her how to play Pall Mall. She knew how much Anthony always tried to be more than her brother and she really did love him for it.
His offer was exactly what Hyacinth had wanted to hear and the young girl squealed in excitement, stopping to throw her arms around his waist in a tight embrace. "Thank you," Hyacinth smiled widely, grinning toothily from ear to ear. The smile morphed into a stern frown as she drew back, pointing her finger at him, "you must promise me you will not let me win, I am sure I will be perfectly capable of winning regardless once I know the rules of the game."
She didn't mean that. She very much hoped he picked up on how she didn't mean it. Surely he understood she very much wanted him to let her win no matter what she told him, anyone would understand that. Hyacinth had seen the bloodbath which was her siblings playing Pall Mall together at Aubrey Hall and she wanted to be part of it for real and not have anyone give her a victory. But she also wanted to just learn, to spend the time with her older brother and for both of them to know he was letting her win while absolutely denying that was what was happening.
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Post by lennie1 on Apr 11, 2021 11:17:47 GMT
Had Violet still been in the room she would have nailed Hyacinth to the wall with the piercing look of disapproval she had not yet managed to perfect at the groan the young girl released when Francesca's claims were confirmed. "She's always right," Hyacinth huffed, she slumped in her seat for a moment, taking a small but dignified moment to pout, glaring at a portrait hanging on the wall of her siblings, if they could sit for portraits then so could she.
Straightening up in her seat once more Hyacinth placed a small smile on her lips, delicately folding her hands onto her lap. No one ever sat like this in real life, she had seen even Daphne slouching at least once, and yet her eldest sister never looked anything but perfectly poised in portraits, and she was no longer sure Benedict even knew how to sit up straight in a chair. "Sir Granville, do you ever paint in less formal, less posed settings?"
Hyacinth perked up at his question, the smile on her lips widening and showing far more childlike glee than before, "I do," she nodded, "and, did you know my governess is fluent in Italian? She has been teaching me, of course I am far from fluent however it has been very rewarding."
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Post by lennie1 on Apr 7, 2021 19:30:32 GMT
What she really wanted was not milk, or stories, it was just for him to not leave. Hyacinth knew the moment he did if she had not been able to fall asleep yet she would only fall back into the tailspin of terrible thoughts. The only way she knew to avoid the whole thing was to hold his hand as tight as she could and ask him to tell story after story. But Anthony's reassurance he would stay with her calmed her and Hyacinth nodded, jumping to her feet to grab his hand.
There was evidence of Edmund Bridgerton all over their home, all over Aubrey Hall out in Kent, in every room they owed there were memories of a father she did not know. So her mother and her siblings all saw those memories and yet Hyacinth did not understand in the same way as her mother got a little misty eyed looking at a chair in the drawing room. Even Gregory had vague memories, though his were mostly reconstruced from stories told to him about his time spent with their father. At least he had had time.
Hyacinth pursed her lips considering his question before a wicked thought entered her mind. Though the expression on her features remained soft, eyes wide and curious as she tilted her head back to look at him as they left the study together. "Will you tell me about Pall Mall? You spent so much time with papa at Aubrey Hall, did you play Pall Mall together?" the question was nothing but full of mischievous intention even as Hyacinth herself remained the very picture of innocence, "Did he teach you? I wish he could be here to teach me those kinds of things..." she trailed off with a heavy sigh. |
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Post by lennie1 on Apr 7, 2021 18:52:06 GMT
Enough time had not passed since Daphne had married and moved away from their home to Clyvedon. Hyacinth was happy for her sister, and she adored Simon, but it did not mean she missed her sister any less. It just seemed so quick, one moment Daphne had been shutting her bedroom door in Hyacinth's face as she asked questions at million miles an hour and the next moment she was gone. Now, their mother had turned her attentions to the next daughter who would debute into society and Hyacinth was not happy about it at all.
Whenever one of her siblings moved on in their lives, embraced the adulthood which she would not become familiar with in several years, Hyacinth could not help but feel she was losing them. Practically she knew it was a ridiculous thought to even have. Most of the time Hyacinth loved being the youngest in her family. But then she had realized her siblings would continue to leave and find their own families before she had the chance, at least her sisters would. Hyacinth was not sure if it frightened her more to loose all her siblings to future spouses who'd they all prioritize ahead of her, or if she was more scared to be left with her brothers as they attempted to avoid marriage.
But Eloise was right, it was all moving too fast.
As her sister continued her rant about her visit to the modiste Hyacinth pursed her lips. She had been working on her embroidery before Eloise had shown up though since she had began speaking the younger of the two sisters had spent her time Hyacinth had been frozen, holding the needle tightly between her fingers. She wanted to snap at Eloise, tell her she did not care about her visit to the modiste and how it was not strange Eloise would be in a dress - their mother wanted Eloise to enter into society, she would soon be drowning in new gowns if Hyacinth knew Violet Bridgerton.
Forcing a smile Hyacinth finally looked up at Eloise, "nothing," she insisted pointedly. "I'm sure you look absolutely beautiful, Eloise. Mother will find you a suitable husband before the end of the next season as long as she can keep Anthony from chasing every suitor in London away."
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Post by lennie1 on Apr 5, 2021 18:07:14 GMT
Hyacinth had tried every single argument she could think of to be allowed at the soirée hosted at Bridgerton House this very evening. None of her attemtps had been successful, it was almost like Violet Bridgerton had heard every single argument to try and get out of or into a social event before with having eight children. So despite her arguments and despite her pleas Hyacinth had been informed she would not be in attendance that evening.
It wasn't even that she wanted to attend the party itself but she had heard her mother discussing the guest list and in the discussion heard her late father's name among the many names dropped. Of course she knew her dad would not be there, first of all he was not alive and had he been he would not have been on a guest list in his own home. But Hyacinth was persistent and observant and she had figured it out, actually she had bribed her maid with lemon drops to find out why she had heard whispers about her father in regards to the party taking place.
Four lemon drops later Hyacinth knew enough about Hippolyte Barthélemy to be sure she needed to meet him. Hyacinth never knew her father and when she found an opportunity to learn more about her father she wouldn't let the chance pass her by. So instead of continuing to argue with her mother Hyacinth had thrown a fit, she had stomped up the stairs screaming about how unfair it was she who wanted to attend the affair was not allowed. It made no sense, Hyacinth had seen her siblings drag their feet and complain about social events her entire life and now when she wanted to attend one she was too young.
Spending the evening working on her embroidery she had not made the progress she would have wanted to make, it still looked awful and Hyacinth was ready to give up on it. But despite the terrible needlework it was not so terrible to spend the evening in her room, at least Gregory had not been bothering her and she had had the opportunity to play a few games with her maid. She never would admit it but a quiet evening had been nice and now she had prepared to go to sleep.
Hyacinth peered out her window, a mischievous smile on her lips as she undid the hatch to push it open. There was a perfectly useful tree not too far from her window and Hyacinth climbed out, nimbly making her way down the tree to the ground. Feeling her feet hit the ground Hyacinth jumped excitedly, giving herself a moment for childish celebration before returning to her mission. With light steps she avoided the gravel paths, it'd only hurt her bare feet, choosing to walk on the grass instead and Hyacinth cleared her throat holding out her box of lemon drops, "Dr Barthélemy, may I interest you in a lemon drop?"
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Post by lennie1 on Apr 5, 2021 17:30:16 GMT
When her mother had told her she would be getting her portrait painted ahead of her birthday Hyacinth had liked the idea. Her siblings had portraits, of course she had portraits with her siblings, but this year Violet had told her it'd be just her. And Hyacinth had loved the idea before Francesca informed her of what it would mean when her ever practical sister told her she would need to sit still for the process of it. All it had taken was one family breakfast, a few hushed words whispered between sisters to make Hyacinth look to her mother with wide eyes of shock at the situation.
Now Hyacinth sat on the chaise lounge seat, she had already shifted and squirmed in her pale blue dress more times than she could count; both her mother and maid fixed her with stern looks as she opened her mouth to complain but Hyacinth swore she saw them hiding smiles. Despite it she sighed, meeting her mother's gaze and with the little bit of a defiance a kid could have as they did exactly what their mother wanted Hyacinth sat properly and with a few quiet words to the maid Violet smiled at her daughter and departed from the room. The look Hyacinth received as she left was clear behave, and Hyacinth pressed her lips together tightly.
Hyacinth turned her attention to Mr Granville, "I am excited," she admitted and she pursed her lips, "it's lilac, but I believe mama would like my dress to remain like it is," Hyacinth remembered the words Francesca had said, "Mr Granville, Francesca told me I would need to be still for hours so I feel required to tell you that is hightly unlikely," the brunette spoke with the cadence of a girl past her age.
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Post by lennie1 on Apr 4, 2021 10:30:39 GMT
Hyacinth fixed her siblings tea without asking them out of habit, muscle memory guiding her through it and she offered a cup to Daphne and then to Benedict. Preparing her own cup she added enough sugar to the beverage to make her mother shudder. She had always liked her tea sweet, only ever found it bitter if she didn't add at least three heaping spoonfuls of sugar. All while she listened to her siblings, to her brother's advice which sounded entirely unhelpful and without reason behind it.
Hyacinth rolled her eyes, "and tell me, how exactly did I sneak up on you when you were well aware on my presence in the room?" she countered wisely, smartly in a tone which Hyacinth knew she could only get away with using with their mother or her governess not present. She stood by her question though, Benedict knew she was in the room so if her remarks shocked him to such a degree that seemed like something he should look into, it couldn't possibly be healthy.
The ten year old frowned. Daphne did not seem to be hiding something with the same panic as her brother had been; sure there was a suspciously deep flush to Daphne's complexion but that could just be a new rogue she was trying out. Even Hyacinth had picked upon how Rose liked to experiment with the cosmetics and Daphne often was happy to try it all. She phrased her next words like a question, the words curiously inquisitive, "you must see how your actions of hiding what you are doing make it far more interesting than Daphne when she is reading?"
"Besides," Hyacinth declared, pausing in part for childish dramatics and to take a seat with her cup of tea carefully balanced in her hand, "I have already asked Daphne if I shall visit Clyvedon soon and she has promsied me I will have the chance, it's mother I need to speak with next on the subject." If there was one thing younger siblings learned it was pointing out the little flaws in their older siblings logic, taking a finetooth comb to their words and finding the tiniest thing to remark on. Hyacinth did so with a beaming smile sipping her tea after blowing on it gently, remaining careful as to not burn her tongue.
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Post by lennie1 on Apr 3, 2021 15:32:02 GMT
On occasion she handled her disagreements with Gregory in as unsavoury a manner as a ten-year-old could think of. On occasion he deserved it. So perhaps Anthony wasn't really correct when he said she handled herself well, but it didn't feel like something she needed to spend time on correcting him. Hyacinth smiled instead, a toothy and wide grin, the smile of a child not yet carefully crafting her smiles to fit in the eyes of society.
She hesitated, going to bed in the first place was what had been the issue, it was when her mind had started to spin and the thoughts or anxiety and dread had took over. Returning to her bedroom didn't seem like the solution. Hyacinth knew though if Anthony promised her to stay until she fell asleep he would stay, he wouldn't go until he was absolutely certain she had really fallen asleep. Still she wasn't keen on the deal and Hyacinth pulled her lip between her teeth, chewing on her lower lip in a nervous habit until he gave her an out and she felt her shoulders drop.
Hyacinth nodded, "warm milk sounds really nice," she agreed. Hyacinth knew it meant they'd need to wake one of the help, and it was hardly fair considering the time, she also knew whoever it was they would gladly help them with a warm smile. Had it been another night Hyacinth would've said no but just this night she wasn't ready to return to her bed immediately. Then, concern flashed through her eyes and she hoped it was not an either or situation, "you'll still stay, won't you? Until I fall asleep? Even if I want some warm milk." |
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Post by lennie1 on Mar 27, 2021 12:23:58 GMT
Hyacinth enjoyed tormenting her older siblings as much as any other younger sibling did, however torment had not been her intention now and the brunette frowned as her older brother snapped his sketchbook close in a quick panic. She had only go a brief glance at the carefully sketched lines, managed to make out the rough shape of what looked quite a lot like Daphne. It had been good. But based on Benedict's sudden actions it seemed he did not share her opinion. He confirmed it as his words came out scolding rather than grateful and Hyacinth huffed in response, "how else am I meant to find out anything?" she countered, thinking of countless times when it was decided she did not need to know something because of her age.
It seemed while Hyacinth had turned her attentions to her brother rather than her sister Daphne had sunk back into the world of her book, looking rather pleased with the lack of attention. Then, with a flush in her cheeks Hyacinth could not imagine a reason for being there, the room was neither too hot or too cold, Daphne announced her craving for tea. It seemed to prove her dear sister had still remained present in the conversation, still apparently listening because her words seemed to perfectly save Benedict from Hyacinth's furhter interrogation. Later. She would definitely not be dropping this, whatever was in that sketchbook she would find out as sure as her name was Hyacinth Bridgerton. She would have thought by now her family would've accepted hiding secrets from her was a matter of time more than anything else.
As Benedict straightened sharply in his seat Hyacinth nearly fell off the arm of the chair in a pile of flailing limbs, "Benedict!" Hyacinth erupted with a yelp, catching herself on the back of the chair before standing up, narrowing her eyes at him with her hands on her hips, her best Violet Bridgerton impression, she thought it was rather good actually, she had seen the same scolding look on her mama's face directed at her enough times to know what it looked like. With a huff Hyacinth still stomped over to ring for the tea, every step petulantly childish as she did so.
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Post by lennie1 on Mar 22, 2021 16:37:47 GMT
Hyacinth tilted her head back, contemplative look on her young features as she watched him, studied him, "yes I do," she insisted, "because you won't think as highly of yourself as I do of you." Hyacinth continued, "and I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it." She liked to think she knew her brother rather well, after all she had known him her whole life, and Anthony was self-critical beyond what he deserved. While Hyacinth had never met the man her brother compared her to, never seen her father be Viscount Bridgerton she couldn't imagine Anthony was doing such a terrible job. It had been ten years after all and they weren't ruined yet, so he couldn't be fully terrible.
A small smile found its place on her lips when he kissed the top of her head, Hyacinth's arms tightening around him slightly in response to the show of affection. She suppressed a yawn, hiding it in his chest, she didn't want to be sent off to bed, didn't want to find herself alone in her chambers yet again.
"I do love Gregory even if he is annoying," Hyacinth insisted, concern evident in her voice, surely no one believed she didn't love her brother? "I even like him when he doesn't take my belongings, or when he doesn't try to start food fights with me," she argued with a small huff. Did Hyacinth start the same food fights she complained of just as often? Of course she did, but that was definitely not the point. Hyacinth knew she'd never let anyone hurt Gregory, it was one thing if she pinched him in retaliation, but he was her brother, they were closest in age and she liked to think that meant something. After all it seemed like all her older siblings stuck close to the ones close to their own age so if that pattern followed she was stuck with Gregory, so she had to make sure he made it into adulthood. |
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