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@mrsbennetdrake
Headcanon Meme Time!
⌆ a nervous tic or habit they do
⏀ describe their usual smile
⇅ do they look up or down while thinking?
❧ describe their usual sleeping position
✑ describe something they like without naming it
✜ what’s their posture like in a normal situation?
❖ describe their hands
❞ write a quote they would find themselves saying
§ how would their hair gray? or would they lose their hair first?
❤ describe how they show affection.
✭ what is one of their favorite items?
Send me a ✿ and my character will react to your character putting a flower in their hair
oh godddddd.
Hair envy courtesy of Gillian Saker.
Please reblog if I can leap into your askbox without ever having talked to you
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As much as she knows Bella would never betray her husband’s trust in such a way, it’s a relief to hear it from the woman herself. The madame, as much as the girls were supposed to be just a business, took it upon herself to guarantee their lives would improve considerably, that they would be able to be as happy as someone in Whitechapel could be. Bella had been incredibly lucky, and Susan found herself being happy for her. Even when she was a painful reminder of what a good marriage should be like, she still wished her the best and most prosperous of lives.
A little chuckle, slender hands tapping against the basket the woman carried with her. “You’ve been truly considerate, my dear. Me and the girls have missed your presence here” Bella was the kind of sweet woman everybody liked, perhaps if she’d decided to stay, she would’ve soon become popular with clients. Everybody loved a sweet lady. ”Ah, I see you’ve been doing hosewive tasks…that’s quite foreign to me” an amused smile. The woman knows, that she’s far from being the perfect wife, so it entertains her, to see the other try her best. “I’m sure the girls will love some home made food. And about my husband…well the jam doesn’t have alcohol in it, but I’m sure he will want to try it nonetheless.” a wave of her hand, inviting her to follow her “Come with me, let us have some tea, shall we?”
"If I remember he distinctly likes sweet things, so the jam should go down a treat." Bella smiled, following the woman she once called employer in through the doorway. Not one to bed men for free during her employment, Bella had rarely slept with Jackson and didn't really get to know him until she took up the task of cooking in the kitchen. Some of the girls were just hopeless at it and Bella had creativity at her side. She'd often present the American with coffee and breakfast before he trudged off to Leman street (at least, on the mornings he was actually awake on time). Even after Rose left and Bella became more in-demand, she'd always found the time to do a little cooking with the help from others. Couldn't feed a house of that many people on her own, after all.
"Wifely duties become me quite well, I think. Or at least Bennet brings 'em out in me. I suppose Captain Jackson will be out late tonight too if Bennet is?" when she had left, Susan and Jackson were on good terms, but she knew from experience and the other girls that this bliss had deteriorated and she felt some comfort in suggesting that Jackso was gone on honest work alone.
Following the other woman in and placing her basket down on a nearby table, Bella drank in the few senses that this house appealed to. It was warm and always smelled of flowers - not the cheap perfume kind but actual, fresh flowers. She did always like that. "I might bake some scones next week; will you want some if I make plenty?"
onlyonecharm replied to your post:[I am totally alive and sorry for neglecting this...
//I’m catching up from being gone for a few days, but perhaps we can come up with something. I have the vaguest idea for something with Susan and Bella. I’ll inbox you about it soon XD
Yay! Don't worry, I'm catching up on months haha. feel free to message me (or fanmail, since its a bit more reliabe) and we can plot something, would love to hear what you have! <3
"I truly hope you haven’t returned here seeking for work" a little smile, a cant of her head that displays curiousity "As much as I’d love to have you back, I don’t think your dear husband would like it as much." besides, she seemed content enough, Susan might even dare say happy. And she recognized it, the happiness of someone who is truly in love.
Sometimes she even envied it, wished to be able to feel it again.
"'Course not!" Bella smiled, knowing it a joke (even if some might whisper worries to her husband). Done up in one of her favourite dresses - a mix of pink and red florals laid over a milky white canvas - Bella was as bright and cheerful as ever these days. Less 'mild' about things, and apparently changed all the better since becoming Mrs. Drake.
"Bennet isn't due home tonight at all, so he says. I thought I might pay you a visit for a cup og tea, it's been weeks since I came 'round." this was true, as Bella was mostly at home or out shopping. She'd taken it upon her to re-furnish the house as much as possible, mending tears in curtains and replacing the material on chairs to the best of her ability. There was always cleaning to do, now that the house was occupied by two people. "I brought a little something too, since I had spare. I've taken up makin' jam." lifting up the basket hooked over her arm to give an audible clink of glass jars, Bella smiled again and added "Only so much bread and jam me and Bennet can eat, he'll be sick of it before long!"
[I am totally alive and sorry for neglecting this account, but safe to say I lost my muse. I'm really not all that great at short threads or starter stuff, so if anyone wants to plot out anything with Bella or George let me know! I'm up for anything and would love to sort out a cool longterm plot with you cool cats]
No more lies.
A friend from Bella’s past disrupts Sergeant Drake’s all-too-brief domestic happiness on next week’s all-new Ripper Street.
I’ll start crying now, avoid the rush.
And the award for the most poorly-written desperate attempts at mainpain-at-any-cost goes tooooo
(Grrr got caught up in work stuff and forgot about RP sorry guys)
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"Aye, comin’ right up." Evelyn smiled politely. She didn’t often get requests for drinks such as a tonic water and she worked just a bit slower than usual, due to lack of practice. A pub could be just as good of a place for such drinks as it was for whiskey.
She took a quick look over her shoulder with a hint of a smile. “It’s rare I get someone such as yourself to chat with. What brings ya’ to this side o’ Whitechapel, Miss? You’re a new face here.”
When she was finished, she set the glass on the counter near her new customer. She hovered for a second while she look around to make sure there wasn’t any funny business brewing. She set a hand on her hip after and reigned her attentions to the woman with another smile.
"Mrs." Bella corrected the woman with a timid smile, eyes moving down to her drink. She hadn't been able to correct people that often; it was rather nice to get to tell the world she was married.
"Just fancied a drink out of the house. Husband is working nights and I've not much else to keep me busy. Can't mend socks all m'life." smiling a bit more, Bella took a sip of the bitter, carbonated drink and wondered what gin could do to make it taste better (since gin was itself foul in tasted). "Don't see many women in here, or don't see many married women?" she asked as she rolled her lips, spreading her lipstick out again so it wouldn't look marred from the glass.
I should get an early night for uni tomorrow but I hope to get back tomorrow during the day since I'll have my laptop!
I also intend to start back up on my fanfic that I unfortunately let die. Might even work on my drella drabbles too!
For now though, goodnight and its great to see so many people still around! <3
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Evelyn smiled at the woman entering and nodded to her. “Welcome, Miss. How d’ya fare this fine evenin’?”
It wasn't often that Bella went out in the evening now. She'd usually be at home keeping dinner warm or doing something about the house. Mending or cleaning or washing, et cetera...
Tonight she knew Bennet was out until sunrise on work and she'd left some food out for him just in case he did return. But for the first time in many months, Bella was going out on her own to relax.
"A tonic water, please." Never one for the drink (especially after seeing the damage it did to some women who worked the streets), Bella took a seat at the bar where she might feel safer; where she would not be boxed in by drunk men. "Just a tonic water."
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