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ambrose was miserable. the fight between his best friend and brother upset him more than anyone expected it to. his eyes were constantly rimmed with redness–not for crying, but exhaustion. all of his sins were weighing on his mind and keeping him from resting. where does one go with such a heavy mind?

their den of sin, of course. he was sat in his favorite invite-only gambling house, feet kicked up, and a glass of brandy in his hand. he wasn’t here for gambling–it was too early in the day for even the regulars to be playing. this was his neutral grounds–byron might have his hands in the business here, but he was far too proper now to show up here during the day. byron could be lurking around any corner in the family estate, and the tension between the two had become unbearable lately.

normally, he might retreat to the aldwyns, where he could see harry and isabella in one turn, but he wasn’t quite sure what to say to harry yet, and bella would worry if she saw his eyes. his damn body giving him away.

ambrose’s head shot up from where it had began to hang, a quick intake of breath indicating that he started to dose off before. he took a draught from his brandy, rolling his head back on the chair. “eira,” he drawled, elongating every vowel in her name. “sweet eira. i seek eira. where oh where has she gone?”

#he's obnoxious as hell #;eira #bodiceripped

@bodiceripped 👀 (from this) -- For your muse to catch mine acting inappropriately.

His stroll in the late evening was different from those in similar age to him- no, Daniel was not in search of the company of a warm bed and a beautiful woman. He was out to think as the sun began to set, wanting nothing more than garner the needed social enthusiasm necessary to attend the ball that was only recently announced. The light began to dip as he strolled through the city, and only then in the peculiar silence did he feel even a little at peace.

That was, until, he heard a familiar laugh trickle through the streets to his ears. Eira. Somewhere between young adulthood and the occasional whisper of London scandal he’d heard her name, become acquainted with her voice. By the time he happened upon them they were clearly enjoying their own conversation. He could walk on, but what was the fun in London society should he not engage in it?

“Miss Blanchard?” He remembered her from one of his first seasons, when he still engaged in society. Older now, and all the more wily, it appeared. “I suppose this young gentleman is doing his duty to walk you safely back to you escort?” His thoughts drifted to the fond memories of her parties, recounted to him by friends, of course. He’d yet to attend himself.

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They have mingled at her famous parties, but Graham doesn’t know much about Eira. He has heard rumors of a hardscrabble past, and he admires that this hasn’t dimmed the very bright light she exudes. He sees Eira as warm, friendly, and generous with friends and guests of her parties equally.

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💕 + Eira

Under which circumstance would your muse fall in love with them?

with his heart in such pain as it is now, he’s not exactly sure. a first step would be an indication on either of their parts that he is more than just a courtesan’s client. he values wit and free spirit in those he has fallen in love with in the past, and a certain push and pull is important. ambrose isn’t sure why anyone would want such a thing from him in the first place. ( @bodiceripped )

#; answered #this is vague as hell bc hes not sure #bodiceripped

😘 + Eira

How could they get your muse to like them more than they already do?

she’d be hard-pressed to accomplish such a thing. eira has a very fond place in his heart. they’d have to experience something traumatizing together to bond them closer than they are, or perhaps she just must simply continue showing up for him as she has. ( @bodiceripped )

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