QUEEN CHARLOTTE: A BRIDGERTON STORY Episode 3: Even Days
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QUEEN CHARLOTTE: A BRIDGERTON STORY Episode 3: Even Days
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: A BRIDGERTON STORY Episode 1: Queen to Be
location: hyde park for: open!
Winding the menagerie of shaped hedges, Sydney finally joins the fringes of the crowd with ease, passably indecent in his attire, stature holding confidence that courts offense. Shortened breath passes for haste, flushed cheeks for summer's inferno, and Sydney could defeat the world's greatest magician at an act of quick-change. A hand attempts to tame his hair from its handsome disarray while the other tucks his cravat over the bruises trailing his neck. Straightening his posture, Sydney clears his throat, and lifts two glasses from a passing server's tray. He is never lonesome for long (even tousled, it is easy to see why), but the thrill lies in the hunt rather than the prize. "You may require this to survive the night," Sydney confides in the person nearest to him, dropping his voice as if sharing his darkest secret. He extends a glass to the other along with the offer of more entertaining conversation. "The hostess is rather fond of inviting poets to perform recitations, and I fear we all are not as gifted as Shakespeare with a quill pen."
at the bright age of twenty eight she's sat through so many events and soirees much like the poetic torture they're having to endure at present. maddie is gazing out across the room with a carefully practiced face of neutrality, a gift she learned early from her mother, when a glass is held out to her. she draws back, eyeing the glass being suspended in the air, eyes traveling up the length of the arm attached to it towards the face that possesses it. "that's awfully presumptuous of you." slowly, she reaches out to pluck the glass from his hand, careful not to brush his hand with hers while sporting the improper absence of gloves. "i think one's willingness to perform poetry with embarrassing passion is a fair judgement of character. humility is a fine quality that few possess..." her eyes look over the details of his face, almost displeased with the fact that he is (in a certain light) very easy on the eyes. "and other's should learn."