#bcnedict

[sh4rmas]

SINCE TUMBLR WON’T LET ME SEND THIS OVER MESSAGE 😡😡 everyone gets to see the cuteness i just found @bcnedict

[nurturesmind]

"i knew it. i knew you needed to get away from mayfair just as much as i did." eloise cannot contain the grin that creeps onto her face, nor the way she latches on to her brother once she gets close enough. scotland was wonderful and time away from the rest of her family was freeing, but there would be no arguments coming from her about being with her favorite sibling again. not that she'd tell benedict that, though.

"but if mother has sent you to drag me home before that masquerade ball, i will make you sure you get locked somewhere until it is truly time to return."

@bcnedict ! starter call.

[savingthrcw]

@bcnedict: " there's nothing bad inside you . nothing . "

As much as C.ressida would love to blame her parents entirely for everything that she has done, she has relished in hurting P.enelope, especially this past season while competing for Lord Debling, and it had little to do with her mother prompting her to remember all women are enemies. There is something cruel inside of her, as E.loise has correctly pointed out before. Still, she wants to believe him. She wants him to believe so. She's also a conflicted woman who doesn't want to just agree and accept something that doesn't feel true. "Since you are determined to look away from my many faults, allow me to mention the fact that I still enjoy battling with one of your new sisters, and that I'm always one step away from choosing the wrong path. But," she continues quickly, and takes his hand - she can do that, he's her soon to be husband, and it's thrilling, "I like to think with your help it will be far easier to keep walking on the right one. I've never felt so..." cared for? as if she belonged? "Happy. And I do want to be better. For you," she finishes, eyes filled with hope.

[ladymilbanke]

starter you asked for this ( @bcnedict )

she had been waiting in the bridgerton’s drawing room for a bit, despite the footman telling her that mr. bridgerton was out and did not know when he would be returning. hannah had contemplated writing him a letter to avoid sentiment altogether, and the thought once more occurred to her as she stared at the clock perched on the mantle, but her gaze quickly averted when she heard footsteps in the entryway.

" benedict - " suddenly it was difficult to speak her mind, something she never had difficulty with ( particularly to him, when he vexed her to no end ). " I came to tell you that I have decided to spend the remaining season in italy. " there was still much of the season to finish, but she had decided to take her leave from england for the remainder of the year, perhaps longer. italy was host to incomparable intellectual knowledge, something she greatly desired. perhaps equally important, the more time hannah spent alone in london, the more she was reminded that she had little family that cared where she went.

she held out a stack of books to him, several titles on renaissance art with weathered covers from many reads. " I wanted to give you these. you must have more use for them than I. " what she did not tell him was that she had had them procured specially for him when he came to visit her in their younger years. he had not liked her collection of only scientific texts. " one still has tea stains on its pages, you knocked my teacup over when we used to read together. "

her gaze softened as hannah thought about all of their time together as children, bickering over whether one had finished reading the page before the other had turned it, and now, together as adults arguing over the simplest of things at nearly every occasion they attended. it all felt so terribly complicated now.

" I feel that you might be the only one who knows me in all of england. " I will miss you, will you miss me? were her unspoken words. " but I am tired of being in a place where people think my interests are strange, or where people remind me that I have no family. " she was tired of the whispers of the ton, the pity over the fact that she had not yet married, that it must be because she had unusual intellect or questionable parentage.

" and as you say, who would marry a girl who defiles a koi pond? " the last words were said with a small smile, tinged with. despite her ire at his continual reminders of their childhood antics, it had never failed to make her laugh. as she looked at him now, still so reminiscent of the boy who had dared her to jump into the bridgerton pond, she felt a faint tug in her heart to stay.

[insip1dwallflower]

continued from here with @bcnedict

Penelope had much preferred the company of a Bridgerton to any other in the ton, including her own family. In a way, the Bridgertons felt like family. Always encouraging her to be herself, while her mother reacted in what can only be described as detest. Though she'd experienced kindness often from the Bridgertons, it was a feeling that she could never quite grow accustomed to. Despite how tempting it was to do so.

"I fear I share the same sentiment," she replied, sharing in the laughter. Even for a brief moment. Her mother tended to be one of the most talented, if not, the most forceful when it came to introducing her daughters to potential suitors. Portia always had a great deal to say about Prudence and Philipa, their talents lending brilliantly to the marriage season, so her mother thought. The choices of clothing certainly didn't help matters, the Featherington sisters always stood out for the wrong reasons.

A brief, comfortable pause passed before Penelope saw it best fit to fill it with a joke. "I rather think sometimes it would be easier to resign oneself to spinsterhood." A joke that she knew that Eloise would have appreciated, though, she was unsure about how it would be received by a man, a man deeply engrained into the fabric of the ton, no less.

[francescca]

@bcnedict  :       ❝       My dear sister, my favourite of all, the best sister on the planet. The prettiest, smartest, the best of the best. You play the piano rather decently, if I am not mistaken. I find myself in a horrible dilemma and require your expertise. So, if I were to attempt to impress a lady with my wonderful piano forte talent, could you perhaps hide behind the curtain and play while I pretend to do so?      ❞      

       ❝ the foundation of a relationship shouldn't be formed on deceiving another .      our mother wouldn't approve of using my talents for your beguiling ways .         ❞         nevertheless the very idea of mixing her pianoforte skills with her brother's charm seemed like it would be one of the most perfect ways to secure an interest of the heart . besides , who was she to say no to such an interesting scheme ? ❝ but ─── i do think i have a perfect spot behind the curtain to hide behind , i hid there when we were children and i was practically invisible . ❞         

                     ❝ you grab the sheet music ───      and please make it a song that looks like you're capable of playing ─── and i'll test out this curtain theory . ❞

[dutybcund]

" you must be careful, " he said, amusement in his eyes as he closed the ledger and set it aside. he could not pretend he hadn't been nervous to leave so much of the estate in benedict's hands while he was away on his honeymoon. after all, such matters had never seemed exactly his brother's forte... but he was more than happy to find his judgment an unfair one. and, perhaps now with the benefit of hard-won perspective, he could acknowledge that he had never given him an opportunity to prove otherwise... for more than a decade, he had clung to his duties with a vice-grip. the result was a family safely cared for... but it had been limiting - painfully so - in other ways. it was long-since time he learned to ease that grip...

with a knowing smile on his lips, he got up from his desk and made for the decanter. he lifted a glass in silent offer. " you must be careful, brother, or i shall find you even more work to do... possibly invent some entirely, " he added with a smirk.

@bcnedict --> starter call.

[bloodofthefates]

x. ❛ we've had this discussion. you mustn't show up unannounced. ❜ from @bcnedict

     The association between their two great houses had already been called into question, but not only by idle or meaningless gossip traded over punch bowls at social gatherings. It was by Emma’s own hand and her trial and error in matchmaking that had drawn the initial interest of Lady Whistledown to her schemes and not long before she found herself the rather popular subject matter of the column itself. The latest issue had been rife with speculation, cross-examining the robustness of her declaration for independence and ultimately judging the true nature of her character or whether the Miss Woodhouse presented to society was no better a façade than the rest of the Mamas trying to secure the best marriage offer for their daughters. With such power wielded behind the anonymity of the pen, a long dark shadow had been cast upon Emma and so too had her spirits been darkened by the idea that anyone might take her for a fraud; or worse, a foolish or unserious woman. It was out of sheer desperation she called at such an hour, not realizing before she’d made the journey across town how late it was and what prying eyes might be making note of her movements or engagements. Her arrival was unceremonious and improper and instead of rousing the footman to be announced through the grand entrance of Bridgerton House, Emma had stolen away to the entrance intended only for servants to address one of the last maids still awake and toiling at her mending into the early morning hours. Mr. Bridgerton had been called in secrecy and Emma felt a shameful shade of scarlet ebbing its way across her cheeks as he admonished her now in-person standing before her and both of them attempting to keep hushed whispers between them. “I couldn’t very well be announced at such an hour, I could never do such a thing to your dear mother…” Emma stumbled and stuttered over her words where usually she was so confident and self-assured of her own cleverness and wit. “But I could not very well stay away. I had to see you.” She admitted, perhaps more than she’d intended by the way her eyes darted immediately to meet him with a wideness that bespoke the shock of her own blunt confession. “To remedy such serious allegations made against me, of course.” She was quick to correct herself, not giving any credence to the utter nonsense Lady Whistledown had alluded to about any possible romantic or serious attachment between her and Benedict beyond friendly acquaintances. “I have not been able to rest or sleep at all, please you must have some idea of how to fix this? After all, you are always so creative and ingenious in your arts, are you not?”