calming grace

you are my one and only, for all eternity bridgerton roleplay blog Violet Bridgerton (48 | mother to eight children with one brain cell) Marina Thompson (19 | longing for her true love to return)

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(Dowager Viscountess) Violet Bridgerton bio to come

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One of her children appeared, though it wasn’t the two she had mentioned. As Violet studying her son for a moment, she could no longer call him a child - in fact, he hadn’t been in many years. Her second born no longer needed her as he had during his youth. Still, her instincts remained, forever a mother to them all. “I believe they are terrorising their tutor.” Violet replied, a hint of amusement within her voice, hidden as she tried to stay openly disapproving. It failed, clearly. “I do not have a favourite, Benedict.”

[theyflourished]

He takes a moment before exhaling, a chuckle leaving his lips. His siblings tendencies to corrupt the tutor was something he was immensely proud of, mostly because he had his way of encouraging them. "Our dear Hyacinth? I cannot imagine she is nothing but well behaved." He spoke, sarcasm clear in his voice. He scoffs , eyes rolling in response to her statement. "We all have favourites mother, even you." He added, tutting to himself in response to her comment.

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she had to smile as he spoke about hyacinth. not for the first time, she wished that edmund had been able to hold their youngest treasure. although she saw her love within all her children, gregory and hyacinth had both inherited edmund's love for mischief. "i can only hope she calms down before long." violet replied. though she would never want to remove any of their spirits, she also had to think about future prospects. "so my son, what are your plans for the rest of the day?"

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it had been edmund who had encouraged a busy household. full of laughter, of love. over the years, the quietness of her own upbringing had faded from her memories, replaced with the antics of each child as they became their own person. the walls still brewed mischief and laughter. not for the first time, she stood at one of the windows, memories of her husband coming forward - only to be startled with a smashing sound from nearby.

"gregory? hyacinth?"

[regclities]

francesca was often the quietest of her siblings, certainly when near her younger siblings. the sound of a crash pulled the bridgerton from her thoughts and caused a smirk to grace her lips. cessy slipped from her window sill and slipped down to follow the echo of a noise, resisting a laugh when she watched pairs of feet dashing away. at the sound of her mother, francesca popped towards the sound. " i'm not sure who did it, mamma, i don't see those two anywhere. "

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it wasn't uncommon to hear such a noise. she had grown used to the nature of each of her offspring. they would find ways to cause mischief, even if they didn't mean the inevitable destruction. as she spotted francesca, she smiled. "i'm sure they will reappear soon enough." she replied, her stern façade failing. it was lovely to have her children there, rather than sending them afar to learn elsewhere. it was francesca who reminded violet of her younger self the most. "what have you been up to, dearest?"

[daydreaminglilacs]

it had been edmund who had encouraged a busy household. full of laughter, of love. over the years, the quietness of her own upbringing had faded from her memories, replaced with the antics of each child as they became their own person. the walls still brewed mischief and laughter. not for the first time, she stood at one of the windows, memories of her husband coming forward - only to be startled with a smashing sound from nearby.

"gregory? hyacinth?"

[theyflourished]

He heard his mothers call, and instinctively, he found himself following her. A mischievous look on his face, creeping up behind her and whispering "No in fact , it is your favourite son , or have you forgotten?" He chuckled, moving to stand in front of her. "Terrorising my dear siblings, are we?" He folded his arms across his chest with an amused expression on his lips.

[daydreaminglilacs]

One of her children appeared, though it wasn’t the two she had mentioned. As Violet studying her son for a moment, she could no longer call him a child - in fact, he hadn’t been in many years. Her second born no longer needed her as he had during his youth. Still, her instincts remained, forever a mother to them all. “I believe they are terrorising their tutor.” Violet replied, a hint of amusement within her voice, hidden as she tried to stay openly disapproving. It failed, clearly. “I do not have a favourite, Benedict.”

[daydreaminglilacs]

it had been edmund who had encouraged a busy household. full of laughter, of love. over the years, the quietness of her own upbringing had faded from her memories, replaced with the antics of each child as they became their own person. the walls still brewed mischief and laughter. not for the first time, she stood at one of the windows, memories of her husband coming forward - only to be startled with a smashing sound from nearby.

"gregory? hyacinth?"

[ivygrovvs]

❝no mother its me, your favorite colin❞ he laughed. he had just returned home from a year long trip, and was happy to see his mother, and siblings if they were in. he enjoyed traveling, but that did not mean he didn't miss his family. his mother was not the kind to make him feel guilty or force him to stay home, but he knew she would worry. it was just a mothers way. he'd worry too if she took a trip somewhere. ❝where is everyone? i was expecting a big welcome❞ he teased

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her heart paused for a second, as a familiar voice echoed through the previously empty room. As a mother, she was fully aware that her children would grow and leave to make their own way. With her third born, his journey had been too soon for her own liking, yet she had never stood in his way. That didn’t stop her worry when he was not there, nor her current rush of blood pumping, as she finally gained control of her limbs once more. “Colin!” She stated, a smile gracing her features as she moved to embrace him. “I wasn’t expecting you, dearest.”

[daydreaminglilacs]

it had been edmund who had encouraged a busy household. full of laughter, of love. over the years, the quietness of her own upbringing had faded from her memories, replaced with the antics of each child as they became their own person. the walls still brewed mischief and laughter. not for the first time, she stood at one of the windows, memories of her husband coming forward - only to be startled with a smashing sound from nearby.

"gregory? hyacinth?"

[dailypallmall]

RUTH GEMMELL AS VIOLET BRIDGERTON BRIDGERTON | ART OF THE SWOON