𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑; 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑.

[poorbaker]

𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

Sophie Skelton. Cis female. She/her. ― is that Beatrice Baker i saw during this years first ball of the season? the 24 year old is avoiding finding a suiter but is enticed by the social season. They are known to be CARING but also ENVIOUS, but focus on the positives when finding their chosen one.

Name - Beatrice Baker

Age - Twenty four

Hometown - London

Backstory - Beatrice was brought up in a low income family, not often having much to the family name. She now works as the queens maid. She was previously close with Elijah, and fell for him. She felt things began to look up in her life, feeling happy at such prospects of someone who understood her. However Arthur Pendlebury threatened her to stop seeing him, in fear of tarnishing the family name. Beatrice is quiet and pretends she doesn't know Elijah exists now. She's a keen reader and often found in a local book shop, and is in awe of Lady Whistledown.

Personality - She is highly courageous, often helping others. She is a dad hand at first aid, wishing only she could be a medic of some kind. She is stubborn at times.

Wanted connections - best friend, enemy, childhood sweetheart, brother or sister. Best friend she doesn't know she loves but does.

[poorbaker]

entrelysinful·:

poorbaker·:

❝ what would have me do, bea ? ❞ he questions, unable to hold his tongue for just a moment, her frown firing him up without even realising it. he hadn’t meant to collide with her, clearing not having seen her as she obviosuly hadn’t seen him. the day had already not been how he wanted to spend it, and while he’d much rather find arthur and drown his sorrows, he found himself in the company he was hoping to avoid. and not because he didn’t want to be around her, but rather the lack of control he seemed to have with beatrice. ❝ i wasn’t about to let you fall, hell, you collided with me. ❞ he raised his hands in an act of surrender though even the briefest of touched hand warmed the tips of his fingers.

❝  don’t  walk  into  me  in  the  first  place? ❞  despite  knowing  she  had  as  much  blame  for  the  incident,  she  would  not  openly  express  such  things.  she  was  hurt ,  despite  having  no   right  to  feeling  such  a  way.  he  was  not  hers ,  but  the  heartache  was  obvious  in  her  voice  and  her  gaze ,  it  was  longing  for  him  and  she  ached  for  every  fibre  of  his  being.  ❝  i  just --  you  could  me  at  a  bad  moment  ,  i  didn‘t  mean  to  come  across  as  ungrateful.  ❞

[poorbaker]

entrelysinful​:

poorbaker​:

he’s wracked with confusion, his agitation quelling as he steps forward, closer into her space as if it were the only way he could actually find a breath. ❝ your words sound otherwise. ❞ he mutters, brows creased as he peers down to her. ❝ loyal friend, arthur, what the hell has he got to do with us ? with what we had. ❞ he doesn’t let her get away with not meeting his gaze, a fingers hooks beneath her chin. ❝ did he do something to you ? ❞ he knows that’s not in arthurs nature, but yet this was beatrice, he needed to know that she was okay.

      the  words  that  slipped ,  she  regretted it ,  noting  the  difficulties  of  diverting  the  conversation  now.  she  did  not  wish  to  revisit  the  past ,  for  it  would  not  change  anything -- would  it?  she  felt  perished ,  mind  constantly  recollecting  what  they  had  and  would  could  have  been.  she  wants  him  ,  she  always  has ,  but  it  is  not  that  simple --  not  for  them.  she  cursed  herself  internally,  eyes  avoidant  now.   ❝  best  you  ask  him  that ,  but  for  the  record ,  my  wealth  certainly  had  something  to  do  with  it   ,  or  lack  of  it ,  infact.  ❞  she  paused ,  sighing  as  she  did   ❝  if  you  think  for  one  second  that  i  fell  out  of  love  with  you ,  i  never  have  done.  ❞

[poorbaker]

entrelysinful​:

━ › @poorbaker ! ━ › 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟

he doesn’t linger around the fete for too long, favouring anothers company to the one basket he won, and that was through no fault of the other, his heart just wasn’t in it. and he doesn’t mean to seek her out, in fact he was looking to surely drown himself in something, something to make him forget for even a moment, but luck would not have it, instead, finding himself all but colliding with the redhead, his hands steadying her hips before the pair of them could tumble down. ❝ i got you ! ❞

the  festivities  have  ceased ,  as  has  her  temperament.  the  day  had  been  long,  exhausting,   and  she  was  beginning  to  feel  exhausted.  she  had  packed  up ,  and  indulged  in  one  too  many  drinks.  how  intentionally  it  had  been  to  consume ,  overseeing  the  man  she  loved  with  others ,  when  it  had  been   her  own  doing ,  she  found  it  heart wrenching.  instead ,  she  had  enjoyed  some  time  with  friends ,  whilst  consuming.  eyes  flicker  in  front,  noticing  the  clear  view,  and  as  she  steps  out ,  her  body  collides  with  another.  “  watch  where  you  are  going !  “  she exclaims ,  eyes  moving  to  lock  in  on  the  figure ,  a  frown  consuming  her  features.  “  oh  ,  i  should  have  expected  it  be  you.  “  she  grumbles,   moving  herself  a  way  with  a  huff.

[poorbaker]

eldestpendlebury​:

poorbaker​:

It seemed as though the fete had become an eventful time for many that day, as much as it had been for him. After so long being with others, it was a relief to see a familiar friendly face, making his way over to Beatrice with a smile. However, her words had him pausing, a somewhat uncertain laugh slipping from his lips.

“My female tag alongs? I’m not quite sure what you mean dear Beatrice.”

With a wavered sigh, Beatrice locks her gaze on him for a moment before avoiding his glance. She was doing her best to appear sober, but her over indulgence had caused her to feel rather tipsy. “You know exactly what I mean -- got yourself in quite the predicament.” She chuckled, shaking her head. “Have you enjoyed the fete, my lord?”

[poorbaker]

The fete had been draining, and it had been a long day of succumbing to envy she would not admit. She had watched Leopold enjoy dates with various ladies, whilst she remained on the sidelines. She was reminded that she would not amount to what he wanted or deserved. She was merely a maid, of the lower class. She did not deserve anyone of his social standing. However this did not prevent thoughts of jealousy from entering her mind. She had done her best to distract herself, including the hip flask she had discretely consumed throughout the day.

Noting the older Pendlebury, a slightly intoxicated Bea smirks slightly, head tilted with a purse of her lips. "My lord, you look lost without your female tag-alongs." She poured, before rolling her eyes. @eldestpendlebury

[poorbaker]

ivyborne​:

poorbaker​:

Amelie looked appreciatively at Beatrice for her kind words and understanding. Taking another deep breath, she replied, “You’re right, Beatrice. Maybe giving Arthur and me a chance to work things out is the best course of action. It’s just that our history together is complicated, and I fear that being around him might only lead to more heartache, for the both of us.”

Amelie paused, contemplating her emotions. “I suppose it’s worth trying to give Arthur and me a chance to talk and sort things out, but it won’t be easy. Still, I don’t want to be unhappy, and maybe being around good company can help me find some clarity.” looking to the other woman she couldn’t help but give Beatrice a small smile. “Thank you, for your kindness.”

Despite no intention to, it appears Beatrice has provided her with clarity. She feels happy knowing such things, though thoughts remain in her mind of Arthur’s previous wrongdoings. It were not her place to say, especially not to someone of higher station.

“I am glad you feel clearer on things -- they do say if you do not try, you will never know.” She nodded softly, a weak smile in return.  She wished the same applied to her and Leopold, but it were merely a dream that could not come true.

[poorbaker]

ivyborne​:

poorbaker​:

Amelie took a deep breath, trying to compose herself as she spoke. “Thank you, Beatrice. Your company is comforting, and I appreciate the offer. It’s just… this situation with Arthur, it’s complicated. I’ve known him for a long time, and we have a history together. But lately, things have been tense, and I’m not sure whether it is the wisest idea for me to be here.”

Eyes remain fixated upon the brunette, softening slightly as she watches her. She understood her anguish, mostly because she had been forbid from seeing her love by the very same man. “I do not see why his presence forbids you being here, in fact, perhaps it may do you both good.” She smiled warmly, hoping to give some reassurance. “Mr Pendlebury has always been a ---- difficult character, but it is worth giving him a chance.” Why she was standing up for him, she had no idea, perhaps the alcohol had given her some Dutch courage. “Regardless, it is not fair to see you unhappy -- surely you can find some good company here?”

[poorbaker]

the fete was in full swing, her mind was distant however from the festivities. she had received a positive reaction to her stall, selling many confectionaries and being swept off her feet with the demand. despite this, her attention drew to another -- watching him cascade his affections amongst the ton. she knew she had no right to be jealous, but this did not mean she did not hold a tinge of envy towards the ladies who spent their moments with him. ❝ doesn't such public displays of affection make you want to heave?❞ eyes turned to her friend, hands moving her expertly disguised hip flask, passing it to the other in offering. @scintillcs

[poorbaker]

entrelysinful​:

poorbaker​:

❝ exactly. ❞ he doesn’t mean to sound bitter, but the bluntness in her tone burns him, sends an ache through his bones that has him releasing her hand. ❝ who are you to judge, you were the one ended whatever we had. ❞ he had been so confused when suddenly she wasn’t there. he doesn’t mean for his words to be harsh, but perhaps it’s the pain still lingering behind them.

his tone was harsh , much expected considering the circumstances. she did not want to sound possessive, or jealous as she had no right to be, but she was.  ❝ i do not judge, you can choose how to live your life. ❞ she sighed, shaking her head.  ❝ i did? perhaps speak to your loyal friend about how I chose to end it. ❞ she spoke bitterly, but out of turn, going silent for a moment and avoiding his gaze.

[poorbaker]

entrelysinful·:

poorbaker·:

he  knew  staying  with  arthur  tonight  was  a  risky  move,     as  if  he  hadn’t  done  it  so  many  times  before,     but  he  was  wired,     anxious   almost,     knowing  that  she  was  only  down  the  hall.     she  had  always  been  on  his  mind,     perhaps  barely  a  minute  ever  passes  with  him  not  having  some  form  of  thought.     he  doesn’t  even  quite  understand  what  happened,      there  was  a  moment  where  he  thought  this  was  it,     he  cared  not  for  the  status,     nor  for  much  of  anything  really,     he  had  wanted  her  and  she’d  been  in  his  grasp  and  then  suddenly  she  was  not.     the  thought  plagues  him  on  what  he  did  wrong,   and  yet  he  still  can’t  figure  it  out.

he  had  turned  into  his  work,      attempting  to  forget  in  the  only  way  how,     to  be  busy  and  if  it  wasn’t  at  the  distillery,     it  was  between  the  legs  of  some  other  maiden  willing,     even  so  he  could  forget,     even  though  he  never  would,     it  was  always  her  name  clenched  in  his  teeth,     but  never  said.     he  finds  himself  now,     sleepless  and  irritated,     his  mind  running  rampant,     telling  him  to  seek  her  out,     to  find  the  answers,     but  instead,     he  doesn’t,     he  lingers  by  the  window  for  too  long,    staring  over  the  yard  below  as  until  the  stars  change  too  much  to  recognise,     he  could  hear  the  movements  of  arthur  in  the  room  across  from  him,    but  nothing  to  alert  him  that  he  was  awake  and  therefore  left  leopold  on  his  own.

he  knew  the  pendlebury  estate  better  than  most,     graham  and  aurora  seperated  from  one  another  on  the  left  wing,      the  youngest  in  her  rooms  at  the  other  end  and  leaving  arthur  in  the  rooms  across  from  his  own,     he  knew  when  stair  creaked  and  would  wake  the  day  maid  when  he  stepped  on  it  so  he  avoided  that  with  ease  on  his  way  to  the  kitchen,     their  was  no  hunger  in  him,     he  simply  grew  bored  and  needed  something,     and  he  doesn’t  expect  to  find  beatrice,    given  the  lateness  of  the  hour.     but  there  she  sat,     and  he’s  caught  with  his  tongue  in  his  teeth,     the  candle  light  catching  her  features  that  made  his  heart  skip  one  too  many  beats,     leaving  behind  a  heavy  pain.     ❝     i  didn’t  expect  anyone  down  here.     but,     thank  you.     ❞     he  admits,    curling  fingers  around  the  cup  as  he  moves  it  closer.     ❝     what  is  it  that  keeps  you  awake  ?     ❞

          she  was  happy  he  was  here . she  knew  it  were  selfish,  to  enjoy  his  company,  and  provide  no  explanation  as  to  why  she  left. she  wished  it  were  simple,  the  complications  had  grown  by  the  day  the  sneaking  around,  until  the  pendlebury  name  became  a  true  barrier  to  their  love  story. she  hated  arthur  for  his  influence,  but  she  did  not  doubt  he  was  right. she  could  not  be  what  he  needed,  despite  how  much  she  tried. she  had  tried  to  fit  the  perfect  vision  of  a  woman  for  him,  but  moments  such  as  this,  where  she  could  not  submit  a  basket  due  to  wealth,  it  proved  it  more  so. the  women  of  his  dreams  was  upper  class,  and  she  would  never  fit  such  a  title. she  assumed  he  no  longer  thought  of  her,  and  that  she  was  a  distant  memory  to  him  now  he  was  consumed  with  female  attention.

           he  was  everything  to  her. there  was  no  doubt  that  she  thought  of  him     ,  he  consumed  her  every  thought,  from  the  moment  she  woke  up,  to  the  moment  she  fell  asleep. he  consumed  her,  even  though  he  did  it  so  unintentionally. she  grimaced  as  she  watched  him  parade  in  public  with  other  women,  women  of  the  ton  of  which  she  would  not  amount  to. her  low  status  was  a  barrier,  and  it  had  been  from  the  beginning. they  had  been  foolish  to  believe  otherwise. this  caused  her  tinges  of  jealousy,  despite  knowing  she  held  no  right  to  be. her  distraction  remained  in  the  house  of  which  caused  her  such  pain. she  wishes  to  escape  but  a  job  is  hard  to  find,  and  it  pays  well. she  had  good  friends  here,  except  the  obvious  few. she  only  wishes  it  were  different. however,  these  days  it  appeared  leo  did  not  visit  as  often,  much  to  her  dismay. she  felt  he  perhaps  did  not  want  to  see  her,  which  was  expected.

          reality  was  not  perfect. she  was  brought  from  her  thoughts,  eyes  moving  to  meet  his,  before  wavering  in  fear. she  did  not  want  to  stare  too  long,  cause  unpredictable  feelings  once  more. “i  tend  to  be  awake  late,  mostly  cleaning  up  the  mess.”  she  sighed,  hands  moving  to  knot  into  her  curls,  tossing  them  out  of  her  eyes. ❝  honestly?  i  do  not  sleep  well  these  days,  i  am  lucky  if  i  get  a  few  hours.  ❞  her  thoughts  troubled  her,  but  knew  he  did  not  wish  to  hear  this. when  they  had  been  together,  she  had  slept  soundly. since  they  separated,  she  had  not  since. the  nightmares  she  used  to  be  succumbed  to  had  returned. with  him,  she  felt  no  fear,  and  thus  they  were  somewhat  relinquished. ❝    is  there  anything  i  can  get  you?  ❞  she  queried  with  a  tilt  of  her  head.  ❝  are  you  unable  to  sleep  also?  ❞

[poorbaker]

ivyborne​:

poorbaker​:

 the brunettes frame jumped at the sudden sound, soft brown eyes quickly searching for the source before relaxing at the sight of the other woman. though she knew the obvious reason, waiting for arthur in his own home was somewhat distressing, a new location that she had never been to before. at beatrices offer a small smile came to her lips, nodding eagerly. “yes…perhaps that could settle my nerves a little…thank you.”

The pain was all too familiar. She knew the brunette , even if she did not know her., She had spent a lot of time in the Pendlebury household, and staff talked, the rumours spread. She had her own grudges with Arthur, and it appeared he was finally gaining his comeuppance, though she did not wish to see the other upset or hurt in return. “I am sorry to heat you are on edge, is there anything I can do?”

[poorbaker]

closed starter @entrelysinful​

          her  mind  was  tainted  ,  her  mind  remains  with  him,  despite  wishing  it  was  anywhere  else. she  knew  it  wont  work  ,  their  relationship  ended  based  on  stature,  and  to  begin  to  comprehend  a  world  with  him  in  it,  was  only  going  to  cause  her  further  heartache. she  ,  however  ,  could  not  deny  that  she  missed  him  ,  and  everything  that  made  him  so. she  was  infatuated  ,  memories  of  which  brought  her  significant  joy  encompasses  her  mind. in  this  moment,  she  could  not  be  stirred  ,  her  mind  is  deep  in  the  unquestionable,  things  she  should  not  be  feeling  or  thinking. she  only  wishes  he  was  here  ,  and  how  the  very  home  in  which  tainted  their  relationship  ,  she  continued  to  live  and  work  within,  she  despised  the  pendlebury  house,  and  what  memories  it  brought  along  with  it. she  only  wished  she  could  find  a  way  out  ,  but  fortune  was  not  in  her  favour. she  could  barely  make  ends  meet,  and  with  added  pressures  of  leaving,  finding  a  new  job  within  a  community  where  there  was  none  ,  she  could  not  bare  the  risk. ​  

          the  paper  remains  captured  in  her  grasp  ,  the  slightly  crumbled  exterior  changes  no  purpose  or  thoughtfulness  of  the  writing  within. the  person  who  wrote  them  seemed  to  understand  ,  though  ,  she  only  wished  she  knew  who  the  writer  was. for  weeks  now,  she  had  received  notes  ,  caring,  love  provoking  notes  ,  of  which  encased  some  money  for  her. she  was  unsure  who  would  wish  her  such  good  fortunes  ,  but  she  had  to  admit,  she  was  beginning  to  find  this  person  appealing. she  only  wishes  she  can  thank  them  properly  ,  but  she  had  held  back  on  replying  thus  far. she  was  fearful  ,  knowing  she  had  not  been  gifted  with  good  will  with  love. she  did  not  know  if  it  were  worth  sacrificing  her  heart  for  again.

          the  sound  of  footsteps  startled  her  mind,  the  thoughts  that  race  immediately  hid,  in  fear  of  judgement. the  darkness  made  it  difficult  to  decipher  who  interrupted  her. though,  as  the  figure  moved  closer  ,  it  became  easy  --  only  he  would  be  the  one  to  be  by  her  side.

          ❝ cannot  sleep? ❞  she  mused,  moving  to  the  counter  top  to  pour  a  hot  cup  of  coco  she  had  prepared  moments  ago  ,  sliding  it  across  the  counter  to  him. ❝ this  should  help  ,  i  cannot  sleep  either. ❞  she  avoided  his  gaze,  gnawing  down  on  her  bottom  lip  as  her  gaze  fixated  onto  her  own  steaming  cup.

[poorbaker]

[poorbaker]

    “Can I get you anything?” Beatrice knocked lightly on the doorframe, hovering slightly as she did. It was getting late, and she knew her duties would be at an end, until the morning, but she wanted to ensure they had all that they needed before she did. “A cup of tea, perhaps?” She smiled weakly at them.

[poorbaker]

entrelysinful​:

he was quick to grasp her hand, moving to pull it upwards, pressed against his chest as he held it there. ❝ i didn’t mean it like that. ❞ she had left him, not the other way around. ❝ they mean nothing to me. ❞ eyes flicked behind them, before turning back on her. he wasn’t lying, they meant something in the moment, but nothing like beatrice had once before. perhaps even still.

It felt instinctive, to feel his hand touch her skin. She craved it, and yet it had been, out of sight, out of mind for some time. Those feelings did not halter, they remained intense and beaming and of which she could not deny or control. She lets her gaze drift, fixating on the hand that he grasped, heart beating a little faster than before. Gaze moved to his, holding for a moment. ❝ They mean nothing and yet, you seem to be nothing without them. ❞ She replied bluntly, clearly demonstrating the hurt she felt.  ❝ Who am I to judge, anyway? ❞ She lowered her head, avoiding his gaze.

[poorbaker]

eldestpendlebury​:

poorbaker​:

Graham smiled softly, reaching out to gently place a hand on Beatrice’s arm. “No need to apologize, Beatrice. I know we are from different status’s…but I still care for you, and wish you well. ”

She sighed softly, shaking her head. “I know you have far more to worry about than me, you know?” She laughed, shaking her head. “How are you keeping?”