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Post by lennie1 on Mar 21, 2021 15:58:53 GMT
Hyacinth sighed wistfully, freezing in the spot as she listened to her sister, only a wide smile spreading across her features. She wanted to go now. In fact if Hyacinth had her way they would pack their bags into a carriage and leave immediately for the Hastings' estate; Hyacinth knew despite, or perhaps rather because of, her young age she was not going to get her way, not this moment. Once she received an invitation, once everything had settled, that was when their mama would allow her to go visit Daphne and Simon.
The issue of Hyacinth's lack of patience remained. Her thirst for knowledge of the estate was hardly quenched by Daphne's words. She was already imagining herself riding across wast fields and exploring hidden rooms she was sure the estate much have. Clyvdeon was big, it was a castle, all castles had secrets rooms.
"Of course they would want to have you, they'll want all of us to visit," Hyacinth directed her attention to Benedict, speaking with every bit of conviction and superiority a ten year old girl could manage over her adult brother. Pausing she contemplated for a moment looking from Benedict to Daphne, folding her hands in front of her, sweet smile a picture of innocence on her face as she spoke, "though if we must leave someone at home, can it be Gregory?"
She had been skipping around the room as she spoke, excitement buzzing through her frame and when she finally stopped to look around she found herself standing behind her brother. Head tilting to her side Hyacinth looked over his shoulder, and this time the smile which formed on her lips was void of any deception. Hyacinth paused, she observed Benedict, the way he angled himself away from others as he kept the sketchpad near him, seemingly guarding it. Nudging his elbow she sat on the arm of the chair, saying in a quiet voice reserved for him and not Daphne, "that looks lovely, Brother."
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Post by lennie1 on Mar 20, 2021 22:30:50 GMT
Growing up in a large family came with positive and negative things indeed, though Hyacinth had always enjoyed the fact that it always seemed to be busy around her. There was always someone around, never really quiet. But now, when Daphne had married, married a Duke nonetheless, she missed her sister when she wasn't around. Hyacinth was happy for her of course but it didn't make her miss her any less. So when Daphne had the opportunity to visit them Hyacinth didn't bother hiding her excitement.
She sat next to Daphne on the sofa in the drawing room, Benedict sprawled on the settee across from them. While Daphne busied herself with a book Hyacinth couldn't quite see what her brother was doing; he was becoming far too good at concealing his activities, it really wasn't fair. Hyacinth herself was doing her best to stay focused on her embroidery, her mama had reminded her of its importance for days and it was right she had been neglecting and despite its tediousness Hyacinth would hate nothing more than disappointing Violet Bridgerton.
But there was only so long she could stay focused on the little blue flowers she was attempting to create.
"Daphne," she said loudly, calling upon her eldest sister's attention, "What's Clyvedon like? It's nice isn't it? I'm sure it's lovely, you'll tell me when I can visit, won't you? Is Simon well? Are you well? Is there really a pony for me there? Simon said there would be a pony." her questions came at a mile an hour, falling off her lips in a rushed manner anyone would struggle to keep up with.
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Post by lennie1 on Mar 20, 2021 21:01:23 GMT
17. Has roleplaying taught you any life skills?
48. What will always cheer you up no matter what?
53. What is your favourite film?
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Post by lennie1 on Mar 20, 2021 20:57:30 GMT
Favourite + Gif.
Favourite + Hobby.
Favourite - Play.
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Post by lennie1 on Mar 20, 2021 20:40:51 GMT
😙 - who was the first character you ever role played as?
😤 - what is your roleplay related pet peeve?
😫 - do you prefer fluff, angst, or smut? Bahaha if you had to pick one!!
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Post by lennie1 on Mar 20, 2021 20:34:33 GMT
✮ ━ top three favorite muses that you’ve played.
☀ ━ how long have you been roleplaying? how did you get into it?
❤ ━ do you have any crackships for your muse? Or well, muses! Can be any of them!!
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Post by lennie1 on Mar 20, 2021 19:51:43 GMT
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Post by lennie1 on Mar 20, 2021 19:51:21 GMT
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Post by lennie1 on Mar 20, 2021 19:50:50 GMT
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Post by lennie1 on Mar 20, 2021 19:50:15 GMT
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Post by lennie1 on Mar 20, 2021 19:43:09 GMT
- ✮ ━ top three favorite muses that you’ve played
- ♫ ━ a small playlist for a muse of your choice
- 回 ━ what are your top four favorite shows?
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Post by lennie1 on Mar 20, 2021 19:40:04 GMT
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Post by lennie1 on Mar 20, 2021 19:38:29 GMT
FAVOURITE + F, I, L
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Post by lennie1 on Mar 19, 2021 17:51:08 GMT
Hyacinth shifted in the large chair as Anthony started talking, her gaze flicking from Edmund's portrait to her brother and a small smile finding its place on her lips. She had spent her whole life pressing all her siblings for stories about their dad, maybe not Gregory, he had been two after all, while technically he had been alive while their dad was he hadn't been old enough to remember much. It didn't stop her feeling envious sometimes, of all of them. A small sigh passed her lips, smile still remaining in place as she listened to Anthony.
Stories was what she had and really, that was okay. Hyacinth knew no one was lying to her when they told her her dad would've loved her. Hearing about him made her feel closer to him, and sometimes she could even convince herself that she saw part of herself in the stories.
"He was the best dad, wasn't he?" Hyacinth contemplated, vision blurring with tears as she looked at the portrait. She sniffed, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of the nightgown. She couldn't imagine a different family than the one she had, couldn't imagine there was another family with so much love. They had dinner together, they talked to each other, they loved each other, most of the time they even liked each other. But the family constallation she had always known didn't include Edmund sitting at the head of the table, it was her brother.
She climbed out of the chair, once again moving to wrap her arms around his waist, "thank you," Hyacinth whispered softly, "for telling me, for being my brother," she pressed her face into his chest, slow breaths hitching in her throat, "I think you're brilliant, most of the time, at least more brilliant than Gregory." |
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Post by lennie1 on Mar 17, 2021 12:33:01 GMT
Hyacinth knew, of course, that Anthony wasn't her father, but for all intents and purposes he had been forced to play the role nonetheless. Through her entire life Anthony had been her protector, had been the one to teach her things a father should've taught her, things their father had had time to teach her siblings. But as he wrapped her up in a warm embrace, cradling her against his chest as she cried it was perhaps the most important role in her life he had been forced to take on at play - her protector.
"Thank you," she murmured.
They all dealt with this day in different ways and for Hyacinth it had always been easier to cope by embracing her family, by showering them in her love and affections. No one had ever tried to claim she didn't miss their father any less than they did simply because Hyacinth never met him. She missed him differently, but she missed him even so.
But it was her who needed comfort now, no longer choking back her sobs as they wracked her frame and her fingers curled into her brother's shirt. After a day like this she had, on some level, known Anthony would still be there. She nodded at his words, sobs eventually turning into sniffles and Hyacinth leaned back to look at him. "I miss him," she furrowed her brow.
Hyacinth wondered if Edmund would've responded the same way as Anthony did when she burst into the study that had belonged to him before it did her brother. She wondered if her father would've gathered her in his arms and reassured her with the same conviction. It was a tone of voice Hyacinth had heard many times, telling her and Gregory to stop their antics when they bickered, telling her to leave Daphne alone when her never ending quesetions clearly vexed their sister too much, but also the same tone that comforted her. This wasn't Viscount Bridgerton, this was Anthony, her older brother, telling her the fears swirling around in her head were not true.
Wiping her eyes Hyacinth looked up at him, green eyes narrowing slightly as she studied him, noted the distraction in his eyes. Hyacinth turned her head, gaze falling on the painting of their father that hung in the office. "I wish I had met him," Hyacinth said, her voice trembling less than it had before as she smiled softly towards her portrait. Crawling into the chair behind the desk Hyacinth tucked her legs into her night dress, knees pulled up to her chin as she rested her head on them, "Will you tell me about him again?" |
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