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@quinnverse
quinnverse. a low maintenance, low activity semi-private rp sideblog to @/awynter. featuring some of my favorite heroines of the julia quinn literary universe. adored by elfie.
carrd & guidelines. open starters. aesthetic sideblog. ask memes (always accepting).
featured muses listed below
married life sentence starters
if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the sentence starters are being sent for .
fluff
“ [Name], will you marry me? ”
“ I take you to be my lawfully wedded husband / wife. ”
“ Happy anniversary, my love. ”
“ Can you believe it’s been a year already? ”
“ I made us some dinner. It should be edible. ”
“ I still get butterflies when I look at our rings. ”
“ I’m proud of the life we’ve built together. ”
“ We really need a bigger couch if we’re going to keep cuddling like this. ”
“ You know I’m legally obligated to steal your fries now, right? ”
“ I married you, not your terrible taste in movies. ”
“ I love you, but if you snore like that again, I’m filing a complaint. ”
suggestive
“ Are we arguing or flirting right now? I can’t tell. ”
“ Close the door. I need my husband / wife to myself. ”
“ You still make my heart race like we just met. ”
“ I love how you still look at me like that. ”
“ Remind me why I fell in love with you - slowly. ”
“ If you keep looking at me like that, I’m not doing the dishes. ”
pregnancy
“ What do you think about us having kids? ”
“ I'd love to have kids with you. ”
“ I don't know how I feel about having kids… What if I do something wrong? ”
“ What if I'm a horrible mother / father? ”
“ I'm pregnant. ”
“ Wait. Are you pregnant? ”
“ We should think about a name for our baby. ”
“ Our son / daughter has your eyes. ”
“ I don't think my genes had any chance of winning. They're a spitting image of you. ”
“ It's your turn with the baby. ”
angst
“ We’ll get through this. We always do. ”
“ I married you for better and worse, remember? ”
“ It’s okay to fall apart. I’m not going anywhere. ”
“ Do you ever think about our wedding day? ”
“ I love you, but I don’t know how to fix this. ”
“ We can’t keep pretending everything is fine. ”
“ When did we stop talking like we used to? ”
“ I’m scared we’re becoming strangers. ”
“ Do you still want this? Us? ”
“ I don’t regret marrying you - but I regret how we’re hurting each other. ”
“ And to prove to myself that this is the end, I taped this over our wedding video. ”
PROMPTS FOR PRE ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS AND CREATING HISTORY BETWEEN CHARACTERS * assorted dialogue for giving your characters a history and giving them past things or events to talk about, adjust as necessary
do you remember what i told you last time?
have you been doing well since i saw you?
that's not what you told me back then.
when was the last time i saw you?
you were shorter then.
i'm picking the restaurant this time.
we've known each other since we were children.
always knew i could count on you.
that time was different. this is worse.
you're not going to let me live that down, are you?
i seem to remember a conversation we had back then.
so you changed your mind about it?
do you remember our encounter in paris?
you should know me by now.
am i the only one that knows the truth?
we had a lot of help back then.
your mom told me to look out for you.
you just love bringing that back up to annoy me.
maybe don't mention my past indescretions?
this was never going to work out between us.
i told you not to get attached.
i know more about you than you think.
i was there, remember?
i'm not about to forget all the shit you put me through.
you told me you were going to try and make this work.
remember what i said to you?
the last time i saw you, things were good between us.
you never mentioned this before.
that was the longest flight of my life, and you made it worse.
can i still trust you after all that?
at least we tried to make something work.
we never discussed what happened between us.
okay, but i'm driving the car this time.
i haven't forgotten what you said last week.
i'm still thinking about your comment.
i didn't realize it was you when i first saw you.
you seem to make a lot of enemies around here.
there's not much for us to talk about.
we worked it out last time.
i know you far better than you know yourself.
we have a long history.
is that the shirt you were wearing last time?
what don't i know about you?
i haven't told them about us.
you were the only person i could go to.
you know me.
this is bigger than both of us.
i can't stand your driving.
are you taking me to the place we had dinner last time?
that's not at all what you said.
didn't we agree on that?
i thought i made it very clear where i stand.
are these the same people that came after you last time?
are you still going on about it?
can we talk about it?
staying silent about it won't help.
you're the only person who knows the real me.
this is a bad time to talk about your problems.
With each passing moment, the walls of the ballroom seemed to be closing in on her. She watched the eligible bachelor's pass by her without a second glance, could feel the cold stare of her mother from somewhere behind her. Cressida both hated and feared it. It was not as though she were particularly eager to find a husband — she was not — but it was either that or end up stuck with whomever her father had decided. And that, she'd decided, was a far worse fate than anything else. Still, it was as though she were completely invisible to the rest. Her. It had gone against everything she had been raised to believe; that the only thing men wanted was a pretty face.
Unsure how she'd managed to slip through her mother's grasp, Cressida found herself hurrying down a deserted corridor, desperate to be away from the suffocating eyes of the ton. She didn't halt until she heard another set of footsteps, only relaxing when she realized she had not been found. "Did you need a reprieve as well?" She questioned, frowning slightly. "It can b rather draining, can it not?"
“I did.” She confessed with a small laugh. Amelia’s heartbeat eased when she saw it was only a fellow lady of the ton. Not Thomas. The ballroom had grown suffocating, an ocean of bodies that Amelia had been drowning in. Although the dim hallway wasn't much better in way of relief, the silence and cooler air was enough to soothe her tired soul.
Even her own sisters joined in the revelry while Amelia clung to the sidelines, finding solace in moments of stillness. But the difference was that her sisters were free to choose whomever they wanted to marry—or to whomever wanted to marry them. But as the eldest daughter, she’d been gifted burdens that her younger sisters would never have to bear. In exchange for the life of a duchess, she’d be forced to marry a man she hardly knew. The same man that seemed to want anything in the world but to look her in the eye.
“You’re the only other person I’ve met willing to admit it.” She cracked a relieved smile. Her sisters and cousins all adored parties and dancing, giggling and flitting about from arm to arm in fluffy taffeta gowns and silk slippers. But they were unmarried, and thus unchained. They were starry-eyed and hopeful while Mia watched from her gilded cage as the weight of her engagement ring grew heavier each day.
Although Amelia herself was not married yet, she was engaged and that was enough to cast her into a societal limbo among her peers—a purgatory she feared she’d never escape. She could not mingle with gentlemen for she was unwed. She could not get along with the other ladies on even footing because she was to be a duchess. She felt completely ostracized from every angle and all she wanted to do was go home.
“Truly, I don’t know how anyone can dance all night. It’s utterly exhausting.” Amelia let out an unladylike groan. The dance card around her wrist remained mercifully empty, but it only served as another sign of her distance from the other ladies of the ton. Amelia didn’t know many of her peers, but she could only assume that they were similar to her sisters. And, if that were the case, it was likely that the other pretty blonde had spent the night bouncing from one dance partner to another. “I like your hair. I wish I could style mine so elegantly."
ballroom dialogue prompts. below, you can find dialogue taken from ballroom scenes or scenes revolving around the topic from period dramas, for all your fancy dress and intimacy needs. as not all of these are specifically about dancing, i would recommend adding to the end a note that this is the sentence meme you’re sending it for!
❝ is this what you [origin/nationality/family] call dancing? ❞
❝ then i will introduce you to some pretty young noblemen instead. ❞
❝ allow him his fancy. ❞
❝ but no warfare tonight, i trust. ❞
❝ oh, dear me, i’m no dancer, let me find a better partner for you. ❞
❝ i can think of nothing less appealing than an evening of watching other people dance. ❞
❝ will you please come and set an example for your companions? ❞
❝ would you take a drink with me? ❞
❝ i may not be [name], but may i dance with you? ❞
❝ may i have a waltz? ❞
❝ have some more wine, my wine. ❞
❝ take a dance in the garden, my garden. ❞
❝ the pretty young noblewomen of [place/family] would delight to have you paw at them. ❞
❝ but if i were to become a woman with half your grace and beauty, [name]… i would be proud and happy. ❞
❝ you look… as lovely as ever, [name]. ❞
❝ it’s a relaxation to dance with you, [name]. ❞
❝ i’ll save you the third dance just because it’s your first ball. ❞
❝ he has the strength of an ox. and sadly the grace of an ox as well. ❞
❝ the whole party is here to help my father prepare for the party. ❞
❝ you and your idiot matchmaking. ❞
❝ you have shown yourself to be a fine dancer, despite all your protests. ❞
❝ do you not dance, mr. [name]? ❞
❝ though i am an old married man, i would enjoy dancing with [you/name]. ❞
❝ will you stay for the [name/celebration] ball, [name]? ❞
❝ oh, isn’t this room just like a fairyland? ❞
❝ tonight is for celebrations. ❞
❝ how do you like my hair? i did it myself. ❞
❝ oh, i had the most wonderful time! it was out of a dream— ❞
❝ where do you want to be taken? ❞
❝ if i may have the pleasure, will you join me in a [dance]? ❞
❝ she hates us both. hardly a reason for courtship, surely. ❞
❝ you fear for the constancy of your lover’s affections? ❞
❝ put on your best finery, [name]. your most beautiful dress. you’re coming with me. ❞
❝ it’s the last dance. ❞
❝ there is a response to such an insult. but it would not be appropriate here. ❞
❝ if i may be so bold, i would ask for your advice. ❞
❝ i would dance with you, if you will ask me. ❞
❝ sprezzatura. i have heard it means ‘ the effortless display of grace ’. ❞
❝ i see no evidence of sprezzatura. ❞
❝ i care nothing for your pretty young noblewomen. ❞
❝ if you will be my partner, [name]. ❞
❝ it would not be improper for us to dance. ❞
❝ [name] told me she does not mean to dance this evening, but i do see a young lady whom i should like to see dancing. ❞
❝ i dare say, but if i’m not to dance with you, i’m getting out of this operetta and going home. ❞
❝ i come with some admirable qualities. ❞
❝ [name] looks quite entrancing, does she not? ❞
PINNED .. an assortment of quotes found on pinterest .
i crave touch, yet i flinch every time someone gets too close.
how quickly the blade becomes you.
rage is a promise kept.
no one can hate me more than i hate myself.
you, who opened suns in my heart.
the word "father" rotted in my mouth.
i was born in an abundance of inherited sadness.
are you praying again? how raw are your knees?
can someone please be proud of me? like, fuck, i'm trying.
there are teeth marks on everything he loves.
i have done back things. i can't take them back, and they are part of who i am.
i am not a creature that was born. i am a fire that was set.
the best way to get your heart broken is to pretend you don't have one.
[he/she/they] is in my heart and i suffer.
do you love me enough that i may be weak with you?
in the crooks of your body, i find my religion.
i was a girl gulping a woman's grief.
i have pasts inside me that i did not bury properly.
i'll see you on the other side of the war.
you said i killed you - haunt me then!
i can't tell you how piercingly and endlessly i think about you.
i love you in vain, alone, in a terrible cold.
you will love [her/him/them] to ruins.
impossible loves. i am very much afraid they can become an addiction.
maybe we exist to bleed. maybe we exist to burn.
still, there is a terrible desire to be loved.
still, there is this horror at being left behind.
i come home - and i have a feeling of a ghost returning to its haunt.
my dear, i will always be this tender for you.
i'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees.
i'm ruined by your voice's deep dark lullaby.
i think we deserve a soft epilogue, my love. we are good people and we have suffered enough.
i couldn't touch you without ruining you, so i didn't touch you at all.
you laugh like a little girl, and inside you think like a martyr.
you are not my cure, nobody has that power.
The declaration could have been a sign of arrogance; there was an edge of hostility to it, but one that Lord Debling recognized and understood. Perhaps the fact that he had the chance to take himself far away from all this kept his resentment from becoming rancor; or perhaps they were just different.
“I think that very much depends on what you consider suitable. There are quite a few pursuits that this crowd considers beneath them, yet are useful or have their own merits. My own scientific interests fall into the same supposed abyss.” Between instincts and what she had said already, he was convinced that what she referred to would not be anything to bring genuine disgrace, just disapproval. The latter he was perfectly prepared to field as a “flaw” (as his family saw it).
Then again, the very sort of partner he sought— an equal, and someone on the outskirts of high society— could well be uninterested in marriage at all. It was a line he was not unfamiliar with walking, but never easy. He chuckled in kinship with her mock horror, smiling too. “Yes. It’s treated as such punishment, an exile… but it’s only punishment if it hurts.”
His ego wanted to respond; instead he merely smiled at the suggestion that he might be right when he knew he was. “That is fair. Humans parade themselves in front of us to gain judgment. Animals never are. They have more sense.”
Her reaction to his offer was so unexpectedly positive. The mere surprise of that delighted him, on top of the pleasing notion of sharing his passion meaningfully with another person instead of merely jotting it down for his journals. Even if they were eventually intended for publication, this exchange had quickly exposed that it wasn’t the same. “If you were less enthusiastic, I might hesitate, but as I can see it would bring you great pleasure, yes, I would.”
He listened; the reveal of the paste jewels was and wasn’t a surprise; he hadn’t assumed they were fakes but it also didn’t shock him. The fakery of the ton did run deep, which he well knew. “That may be. Is there a name to which you are better suited? The natural world has formal and common names for everything. If Henrietta is your scientific name, so to speak, what is your common name?” Bold, to ask for such a reveal; but he did want to know.
"True. And what I consider suitable in a partner certainly do not align with the general consensus. Earlier, I overheard a young lady at the punch bowl claim her future husband must indulge her with dresses and shoes or it wasn't true love. Oh, and another that swore she would not marry a man that was below two meters tall. And they must have green eyes." Henry nearly rolled her eyes at the thought. "It's utterly ridiculous. All superficial qualities. It seems as though a man of actual substance is not considered 'suitable' in high society."
Henry winced at her own words. She had long since ventured past the line of societal conversation topics, and there was little use in speaking about the weather now. Even so, she still realized that her views could be regarded as harsh or even barbaric to some. In the ton, ladies were trophies to show off and bred to create smaller trophies. In the country, there was no one to show off to, and with such a lack of audience, she could be anyone she wished.
"I don't think I'm educated enough to consider my interests scientific, but I can certainly relate to finding pleasures in that so-called abyss. I've often been told my interests are more becoming of a young man than a young lady. But I could not imagine living such a gilded facade. Even in an opulent townhouse, it feels like I'm drowning. It all just feels so.... bleak.
"Animals, however... They have no regard for manners or facades, nor expectations, or the concept of time. They merely exist as they are for as long as they can. I envy them most of the time. "
The fact that he hadn't waved her away for exuding such enthusiasm only seemed to excite her more. She was slowly beginning to see a sort of acquaintanceship forming between them, a mingling of like-minds. The new Baron Stannage was sure to disapprove of such a friendship and that thought only fueled her excitement further.
"I'm not very good at hiding my enthusiasm for things, I'm afraid." Her intonation was that of an apology, even though Henry didn't feel as though she needed to apologize. It was odd to acknowledge, but she felt safe around Lord Debling. She felt much less like a bug under a microscope in his presence, as she did with most others, and more like a creature being observed with pure curiosity with few preconceived notions of how she ought to be.
"Well," She began, taking a moment to fashion a suitable answer in her mind before it fell from her lips. "I often prefer to go by Henry. My guardians--" Henry stopped herself. Technically, Viola and Simon were no longer her guardians: a fact that she often refused to accept. Although they were not her birth parents, they had stepped in and filled the role dutifully and she mourned their deaths like any child would mourn a parent. They had helped raise Henry to be a well-rounded and independent young woman, the type of woman who could run her own estate one day and take care of herself. But after their passing, she had become a ward to the next of kin, the new inheritor of her beloved home. As it stood, William Dunford was the new Baron of Stannage Park and thus her guardian, and his new ownership of her and her home was the only reason she was here tonight, stuffed into a dress and put on display like cattle at an auction.
"My family," She corrected herself with a hesitant smile that grew warmer at the memory of her late guardians. "They called me Hen, or sometimes 'chickadee'. But, unfortunately, I believe those nomenclatures are already taken. To be entirely truthful, I don't have many friends. Living in the countryside doesn't offer many opportunities for true companionship, so there aren't many people who refer to me at all. Unless the occasional 'bah' from the sheep counts." She let out a soft chuckle at the sound of it all. It sounded pathetic, even to her own ears, but she had already confessed a handful of other unattractive facts about herself to this stranger. So, what was one more embarrassing factoid going to do?
"Perhaps, in a way, I have simply not been discovered yet. As I am, I remain an exotic creature yet to be studied or named." Her smile turned playful as she held her head up high. Simpy had always told her she was a special breed, a golden goose or a black sheep among her own herd. Maybe she was better off that way, untamed and free to roam in the pasture of life.
"Hm..." Raising an inquisitive eyebrow, Henry hummed as she thought aloud. "Do you suppose animals have names for one another? Other than the names assigned to them by humans?"
Don't be silly, she thought to herself. Of course animals have their own names, you ninny. But as she verbalized one question and then another, more and more rose to the tip of her tongue before she could stop them.
"And, if so, would such names be universal among all animals, or would each breed or species have their own languages and names? Would bugs refer to sheep in the same way that sheep refer to sheep? Or that horses refer to sheep?" As she thought more about each question she posed, Henry chewed at the inside of her cheek, her attention wandering about the room as she cycled through all the inquiries in her mind. "I do wonder what my sheep would refer to me as. Certainly nothing nice."
i need to see henry, posy, and phillipa in the same room. the neurodivergent energy would be OFF THE WALL. get them yapping and hours would pass by with not a single breath taken
* ( 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍 / 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.
These may have been edited for clarity or length or to better apply for roleplaying.
do it. be bold.
we must continue our ruse until i’ve found my match.
me, unavailable; you, desirable.
i trusted you more than anyone in this world, and you took advantage.
you do not know me, but i know you.
you have no idea what it is to have one’s entire life reduced to a single moment.
is this not lovely? all of us together again.
an expert in the art of the swoon.
i wish to be entertained.
it would be better if you refrain from thinking about me at all.
lovely indeed. we should tempt scandal more often.
the social season is upon us.
your love is an unrequited fantasy.
i cannot stop thinking of you.
i am anything but interested in you.
it is more than just your honor at stake.
i write in my diary which is not the same as writing in my novel.
a pairing like that would be most enchanting indeed.
the season’s diamond, even more precious and rare a stone than previously thought?
stare into my eyes.
is it awful that i’m enjoying it?
if you desire the sun and the moon, all you have to do is go out and shoot at the sky.
we could pretend to form an attachment.
if there is a scandal, i shall uncover it.
must our only options be to squawk and settle or to never leave the nest?
all is fair in love and war.
there is nothing you cannot do.
my honor is not for sale.
if this is to work, we must appear madly in love.
i’m aware of your reputation.
do not tell me that is another scandal sheet.
you’ve always amused me.
we find ourselves seated next to each other. i’d think you’d be happy about that.
marriage has it joys, but it also brings with it its special trials.
it’d be better if you refrain from thinking about me at all.
you do not know me, and never shall.
you do not humiliate the one you love.
i’m aware of your reputation and i am anything but interested in you.
what if i want to fly?
the ones we love have the power to inflict the greatest scars.
every presumptuous mother in town will leave me alone and every suitor will be looking at you.
you do not trick the one you love.
if you desire the sun and the moon, all you have to do is go out and shoot at the sky.
let it be known that if there is a scandal, i shall uncover it.
you think that just because i’m a woman, i’m incapable of making my own choices?
love, conquers all.
you can choose to love me as much as i love you.
i am tired of pretending.
from the mornings you ease, to the evenings you quiet, to the dreams you inhabit my thoughts of you never end.
i cannot continue acting as if i do not love you. because i do.
i love all of you.
i cannot be your fool again.
the brighter a lady shines, the faster she may burn.
we chose to love each other every single day.
pride, it will cost you everything and leave you with nothing.
i am looking out for myself.
you don’t deserve to breathe the same air as her.
you must simply marry the man who feels like your dearest friend.
i am ensuring my own future. because i know in my heart i know that there is no one else who ever will.
you do not lie to the one you love.
to meet a beautiful woman is one thing, but to meet your best friend in the most beautiful of women is something entirely apart.
circumstances change, ladies. sometimes over night.
her heart is no matter, as long as her hand remains free.
you cannot assure me of everything.
i will always protect you.
i believe i should like to stay.
i believe you should like to go.
what others should ever want such damaged goods now?
you have no idea what it is to be a woman.
you are perfection itself.
what? you don’t love me for my subtlety.
would you rather die than marry me?
i am yours, i have always been yours.
it is you i cannot sacrifice.
i burn for you.
it pains me you should think every compliment a mockery.
i ask you, can the ends ever justify such wretched means?
𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐏 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 - a collection of sentence starters for when you’re in love and can’t admit it. adjust phrasing, pronouns, etc. as necessary.
i want you to be happy.
you can’t get rid of me that easy.
i care about you. a lot.
you’re my best friend. you always have been.
we can share the bed. if that’s not weird.
what are we?
what am i to you?
have you ever been in love?
it reminded me of you.
i think about you all the time.
you matter to me. more than anyone else.
can you believe they thought we were a couple?
imagine if we really did like each other that way, huh.
are you… jealous?
i didn’t mean it like that.
i’ll always be here for you.
you always know how to make me smile.
you’ll always be safe with me.
always.
i sleep better when you’re around.
you awake?
i trust you.
i feel calmer when i’m with you.
stay.
don’t go.
it’s okay. i’ve got you.
it wouldn’t be the same without you.
wait, let me fix it for you.
i’m glad you’re here.
sorry for calling you so late.
i couldn’t sleep.
i didn’t think you’d pick up.
can we be alone for a bit?
stay with me tonight?
open to: m/f/nb ! muse: sarah pleinsworth plot: your muse was invited to sarah's cousin's wedding and, for whatever reason, sarah was assigned to look after your muse/keep them company/assist them, etc. notes: alt fc starter available here
“I’m aware that this situation is not ideal, but I hope we can at least get along. For the bride's sake.” Sarah wore a small smile, practiced and steady. She wasn’t entirely sure why her cousin had chosen her to keep them company during the wedding celebrations but there was almost nothing Sarah wouldn’t do for Honoria. “If anything, I would consider yourself lucky you weren’t forced to spend the evening with my sisters. That would be a real punishment.”
open to: m/f/nb ! muse: iris smythe-smith plot: iris went outside to escape the party and without looking, she’s convinced your muse was sent to retrieve her. whether she’s right or not is up to you :-) notes: iris is closeted bisexual leaning towards women :-)
“If my mother sent you to fetch me, you might as well give up now. I'm not coming back inside.” Iris called out over her shoulder, elbows resting on the terrace banister. She hadn’t wanted to even attend this event, let alone be in the center of it, but it seems that was exactly what her Mama had in mind. After her two eldest sisters managed to get married the prior year and with Marigold's recent engagement, Iris was the next daughter in line to find a husband. She couldn't think of a worse fate to succumb to, and yet she loved her family too much to cause a scene. After three dances with three horrid and rather smelly men, Iris had slipped away, feigning lightheadedness as an excuse to be alone. But after a solid thirty minutes had passed, Iris was sure her mother would send someone out to find her eventually.
open to: m/f/nb ( not limited to mutuals ) ! muse: grace eversleigh, hired companion to the duchess of wyndham
It wasn’t often that the duchess to give Grace the day off, not without something cataclysmic happening in the meantime. She was typically at the dowager’s side at all hours of the day, and sometimes even into the night. Unless the sky was falling, Grace was always on call. Holidays were often spent by the duchess’s side, and she hadn’t spent a proper day by herself for years. Now that she was given the opportunity, Grace didn’t know where to begin. There were a dozen stores she could check out, but only a handful of money to spend. She could purchase new gloves for herself, or a new book to read on nights when the duchess demanded her beauty sleep. But instead of spending the day in Town, Grace decided to talk a walk through the park to clear her head. If shopping still sounded like a wise idea after she stretched her legs, she would decide her route then.
PRIDE AND PREJUDICE (2005) PROMPTS * assorted dialogue from the film, adjust as necessary
you must know... surely, you must know it was all for you.
you are too generous to trifle with me.
if your feelings are still what they were last april, tell me so at once.
my affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever.
you have bewitched me, body and soul, and i love... i love you.
i never wish to be parted from you from this day on.
i have struggled in vein and i can bear it no longer.
these past months have been a torment.
i came to [location name] with the single object of seeing you. i had to see you.
are you too proud, [name]? and would you consider pride a fault or a virtue?
we're doing our best to find a fault in you.
i have fought against my better judgement, my family's expectations, the inferiority of your birth by rank and circumstance.
you really do love him, don't you?
please, do be seated.
this is a charming house.
all these things i am willing to put aside and ask you to end my agony.
how are you this evening, my dear?
may i have the next dance, [name]?
my brother gave it to me. he shouldn't have.
i wish you would not call me "my dear."
what endearments am i allowed?
what should i call you when i am cross?
i cannot believe that anyone can deserve you... but it appears i am overruled.
are you out of your senses? i thought you hated the man.
have you no objection other than your belief in my indifference?
i do like him. i love him.
only the deepest love will persuade me into matrimony, which is why i will end up an old maid.
i love you. most ardently.
please do me the honor of accepting my hand.
i appreciate the struggle you have been through, and i am very sorry to have caused you pain.
believe me, it was unconsciously done.
are you... laughing at me?
i wonder who first discovered the power of poetry in driving away love?
i thought that poetry was the food of love.
what do you recommend to encourage affection?
i'm very fond of walking.
i do not have the talent of conversing easily with people i have never met before.
perhaps you should take your aunt's advice and practice?
so this is your opinion of me. thank you for explaining it so fully.
those are the words of a gentleman.
from the first moment i met you, your arrogance and conceit, your selfish disdain for the feelings of others made me realize that you were the last man in the world i could ever be prevailed upon to marry.
forgive me for taking up so much of your time.
maybe it's that i find it hard to forgive the follies and vices of others, or their offenses against me.
my good opinion, once lost, is lost forever.
i cannot tease you about that. what a shame, for i dearly love to laugh.
i will not and i certainly never shall.
you have insulted me in every possible way, and can now have nothing further to say.
i must ask you to leave immediately.
i have never been thus treated in my entire life.
i can admire you much better from here.
do you talk, as a rule, while dancing?
i prefer to be unsociable and taciturn.
i dare say you will find him amiable.
it would be most inconvenient since i have sworn to loathe him for all eternity.
no one would suspect your manners to be rehearsed.
i've come to tell you the news.
not all of us can afford to be romantic.
i've been so blind.
they are far too easy to judge.
i was wrong. i was entirely wrong about him.
i am well aquainted with you, [name], to know that i cannot alarm you, even should i wish it.
your skills in the art of matchmaking are positively occult.
i've never seen so many pretty girls in my life!
i do not deny it.
has the pig escaped again?
we are all fools in love.
Gregory smiled ❝that is good to hear, my sister Kate will be happy to hear that her guests are enjoying themselves❞ he could see there was something hidden behind her smile. It wasn't as if she lied persay, but she was hiding something. Was she looking for someone?
Gregory nodded ❝i am, this is my family home and I grew up here, so it's always a joy to come home, especially now that I am done with school. I missed my family❞ even his younger sister hyacinth, whom he loved but she was also someone he loved to tease. She was married now, so she wasn't around as much
❝would you like some lemonade? Perhaps a snack?❞ he asked curiously
“The Viscountess has nothing to worry about, I assure you. Everything is magnificent, truly." She smiled, hoping to appear as delightful a young lady as possible. "Lemonade would be lovely. I’m feeling quite parched.”
“So, uh, Mister Bridgerton… Since you’ve finished school, does that mean you’ll be looking for a wife soon? I only ask because my cousin Daniel—er, Lord Winstead—says most gentlemen take to the marriage market once their studies are completed. I don’t have any brothers of my own, and Father was engaged to mother before he even left for Eton, so I’m not entirely sure how it all works.”
Men liked to explain things, her mother said. And although she disliked sounding uneducated and clueless, Sarah was willing to be just clueless enough if it meant engaging in conversation with a handsome gentleman.
Especially when that gentleman was a famed Bridgerton son, and last of his kind.
an offer from a gentleman julia quinn
why don't you come with me? i could use a bit of company.
i know who you are.
don't you ever, ever make the mistake of thinking you are as good as the rest of us.
i don't want to see you.
do you have any questions?
i might be with child!
do you think this color is becoming on me?
was the column very good this morning?
don't be impertinent!
did you need something?
what are you chattering about?
cease your prattle immediately.
i find the sound of your voice particularly grating.
you look stunning tonight.
if you wish for things you can't possibly hope for, you're only going to be disappointed.
i beg your pardon?
what is going on?
i do not dance.
what is so funny?
it would be ungentlemanly of me to allow this sorrowful state of affairs to continue.
come, dance with me.
why is it that you always seem to be laughing at me?
i'm just so happy to be here.
i like to watch you smile.
eligible young ladies, a pack of ravenous wolves, the lot of them.
how much have you had to drink?
it's nice to see two siblings who love each other so well.
you call that love?
why so many secrets?
we shall have to take a stroll together.
you're very quiet.
tonight i am transformed, tomorrow i shall disappear.
then we must pack a lifetime into this very night.
where are we?
you're quite the detective.
are you fishing for compliments?
oh! i'm sorry!
i want to touch you.
who are you? i have to know.
i want to see you tomorrow.
i want your future. i want every little piece of you.
you might as well tell me everything. you know i will figure it out on my own soon enough, and it will be far less embarrassing for you if i don't have to ask any questions.
it was all very innocent, i assure you.
it's so nice to see you in love.
oh, goodness, you gave me a fright.
i don't ever want to see your face again.
what was your name again?
have we met?
it was a very brave thing you did.
i was very worried about you.
it was very kind of you to care for me.
i didn't do anything for which i ought to apologize, did i?
you wouldn't lie to me about this, would you?
do not stifle yourself on my account.
i find you rather... refreshing.
have you plans for the rest of the day?
whatever could you be thinking, to look so adorably ferocious?
are you this charming with everyone or only me?
you have already embarrassed me beyond repair. what more could you possibly wish to do to me?
i like when you say my name.
sometimes i think you couldn't possibly be real.
i think i have to kiss you. it's rather like breathing. one doesn't have much choice in the matter.
who are you, [name]? who are you, really?
something isn't quite right about you.
it is not my habit to remain in the company of people who insult me.
be mine. be mine right now. be mine forever. i'll give you anything you want. all i want in return is you.
i want you in my bed. i want you tomorrow. and i want you the next day.
you're a fool.
do you understand what you're giving up?
i have been adrift all my life.
let me be your anchor.
what do you wish?
i'm only trying to save you from yourself.
you're making me hate you, you know.
i can live with you hating me. i just can't live without you.
what are you smiling about?
i'm plotting your demise.
you bring out the worst in me, [name].
has anyone ever told you that you are exceedingly nosy?
i can't bear it when you look so sad.
there's a sorrow deep in your eyes. it's rarely gone.
i wish you would share your secrets with me.
i burn for you.
every night, i lie in bed, thinking of you, wondering why the hell you're with [name], of all people, and not with me.
tell me what happened. did someone bother you?
you're nothing like the rest of your family.
do you understand what it feels like to be pushed away?
how many times do you expect you can reject me before i stop trying?
oh, stop with that old excuse. it's grown tired. if you wanted to be with me, you would be with me.
i won't be your mistress. i won't be any man's mistress.
i don't regret what we did. i wish i could. i know i should. but i can't.
they say that a smart person learns from her mistakes. but a truly smart person learns from other people's mistakes.
what happens when one falls in love with someone unsuitable?
i love you.
i want to marry you.
when i thought about what it was in life i really needed—not what i wanted, but what i needed—the only thing that kept coming up was you.
you're so beautiful. everything i ever dreamed of.
i love you. i have always loved you. i think i loved you before i even knew you.
you are the reason i exist, the very reason i was born.
open to: m/f/nb ! muse: honoria smythe-smith notes: every year the smythe-smith family holds a musicale where four of the family's daughters perform. it is notorious for being awfulTM and for being a spectacle. after this year's performance, honoria is trying to seem polite by greeting guests before she leaves.
The musicale had gone well. Or as well as a Smythe-Smith musicale could go. The music had been horrendous, as expected, and the crowds as large as ever, only nurturing the embarrassment for her family. Iris had nearly thrown herself out of the window, desperate to skip the performance altogether, but, Honoria, on the other hand, didn’t mind the sliver of embarrassment. Family traditions were sacred to her and, soon enough she wouldn’t have to perform in the musicales anymore. Once she married, she’d be free of her familial duty to perform in the quartet and a new generation of embarrassment would be ushered in after her.
She wore a grateful smile as she cut through the crowd, thanking the lingering members of the audience for their patience. God only knew why people still showed up to her family’s events, but she was grateful for their presence nonetheless. There was nothing worse, Honoria found, than performing for empty seats. Her fingers ached from performing and she silently cursed herself for letting Daisy pick the song. But as she fumbled to massage her hands beneath her gloves, she nearly collided with another and it was only out of sheer luck that she didn't go tumbling to the floor.
