see unfortunately I have this condition where if I am not explicitly told that I am a part of the ingroup then I will assume I must be part of the outgroup
Can I interest you in Sophie and Anthony hanging out in a garden again?
“What was your father like?”
They've been walking through the gardens at Aubrey Hall, looking over the vegetable beds.
Sophie is wearing a floppy straw hat Benedict purchased for her. Anthony thinks it a little strange that she prizes it so dearly, over all of the more expensive gifts Benedict has presented to her, but when he thinks a little harder about it, it makes sense.
Sophie loves being out in the garden. Benedict knows that, but would rather she not get too hot, or strain her eyes in the sun.
It is a gift that shouts “I know you. And I want to help you enjoy the things you love.”
So there's that.
“He was kind,” Sophie tells him. “But…”
“But?”
Sophie shrugs. “I have had quite a few conversations about him with Benedict. With my friend Alfie. About the ways in which he was kind, but so very passive.”
Anthony nods, listening attentively as they stop in front of a patch of carrots.
“He rarely stood up to Araminta,” she tells him. “He always seemed irritated with her behavior but never spoke up about it. Or not in front of me, at least. He…he seemed to make it so easy for her to treat me poorly. And then, leaving the will in the house instead of with a solicitor…”
Anthony nods again in agreement. “Irresponsible. And a little delusional, if we are to be frank. He knew how she felt. He should have planned for it.”
“I…I suppose he was an optimist,” Sophie shrugs. “I did not know him well in the end…” she sighs. “After he married, it was rare that we spent real time together. He would check in on me from time to time, but only for a few moments. As kind as he could be, and as much as he seemed to have planned for me to join society, he was afraid of ruin more…though I wonder if that was Araminta in his ear…”
“Likely,” Anthony says. “It is a going concern for every family of the ton. It is so very easy to slip up. And considering all this family has been through, I feel i might be an expert.”
“Your brother falling in love with a maid,” Sophie points out self-deprecatingly.
“The least of our scandals,” Anthony admits. “When one takes into account Simon ruining Daphne at a ball and the botched duel that followed…Colin proposing to a woman who was secretly with child…my being left at the altar by one sister only to marry the other…Eloise was caught consorting with political radicals once. And honestly Benedict's entire existence before he met you was -...well. let us merely say he had quite a few…friends.”
“I am well aware,” Sophie assures him. “Trust me. I know who I married.”
“Likely not every detail,” Anthony comments.
Sophie snickers behind her hand.
“Oh, dear God, every detail?” Anthony asks, pained.
She nods.
“Benedict…”
Sophie laughs out loud. “Does Kate not know all of your details?”
“Well, yes, but mine are rather more…pedestrian,” Anthony admits.
Sophie nods and turns to him curiously. “What was your father like?”
Anthony looks at her in surprise. “Benedict has not said?”
“Not in any detail,” Sophie shrugs. “Good, he said. Honorable.”
“Yes,” Anthony agrees. “He enjoyed a joke every now and then.” He huffs out a laugh. “He once put glue in Benedict’s shoe.”
Sophie frowns. “That seems cruel.”
“Benedict laughed,” Anthony tells her.
“Benedict often laughs when he has been hurt,” Sophie reminds him pointedly. She sighs. “Forgive me. My husband's habit of brushing off his pain in order to make those he loves feel more comfortable is…infuriating. And more infuriating is that everyone lets him.”
Anthony stays silent for a long time. “You are right, of course. I, myself have-” he stops and looks down. “I think since my father passed, we have all been quite broken, if I am to be honest. Grief made us all very foolish and none of us ever quite recovered.” He pauses again. “My father did apologize for the glue. Bought Benedict new paints. And new shoes.”
Sophie nods.
“He never did it again,” Anthony adds. “I suppose it never occurred to me that it was because he knew he went a step too far.” He huffs out a breath. “We can be rather ruthless sometimes. I suppose your experiences make you less amenable to that behavior.”
“Likely,” Sophie agrees quietly.
“He was a good father,” Anthony tells her. “He loved us all. He delighted in watching us discover the world for ourselves. He was a little indulgent. Benedict and I were utter terrors as small boys. I think he thought we were humorous in our mischief. But he was firm when appropriate.”
They stand there in silence for a moment.
“I miss him,” Anthony says. “I think he would be thrilled, being a grandfather. Watching all of us get married. All that.” He pauses and looks at Sophie. “He would have liked you. Standing up for Benedict. Not letting any of us get away with bad behavior.”
“And what if I turned that on him?” Sophie asks.
Anthony chuckles. “I think he would have been surprised at first, and then not at all surprised.”
Sophie laughs a little. “Help me with these carrots,” she orders, kneeling in the grass.
People can say what they like about her, but I don’t think anyone can deny the fact that Anne Shirley is filled with the kind of wonder for life society is severely lacking nowadays
I realized recently I haven't properly drawn all of my mane six redesigns in literal YEARS soo time to change that! not much is different, just altered some colors and tried to make them less cluttered but they're kinda iconic the way they are,,can u tell fluttershy is my favorite one to draw...