c : / / aleister & rhea . ‘ 𝒊 𝒂𝒎 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇. ’ bridgerton sentence prompts , accepting . @eraofviolence , #brutaliity .
𝙸𝚃 𝚂𝙴𝙴𝙼𝚂 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙰𝙽 𝙾𝙱𝚅𝙸𝙾𝚄𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝚂𝚆𝙴𝚁. of course she’d be looking out for herself - of course everyone should have been. friends and alliances were falsehoods, and anyone who’d yet to figure that out would have such a terrible awakening one day soon. of that aleister was certain. and though rhea’s answer suffices what little curiosity he’d held, there’s another question brewing as he uncrosses his legs, clamps shut the tomb on his lap with a flick of his thumb. it was one thing to be looking out for yourself, another altogether to be doing a good job of it - and that is where he finds himself wondering if she’s capable. if she understands the kind of dangers that lurk just below the surface. “ but are you seeing everything? are you vigilant in your endeavors? ” he leans a little closer across the table, glasses sitting on the brim of his nose as his gaze flickers just above the frames. “ or do you, like so many others, have a blind spot? that’s the question you should be asking yourself, ripley. ” tattooed fingers fold together, rest against the surface of the table as his shoulder shrug, “ hyper - fixation does not equal observation, you’d do well to remember that. ”
𝙸𝚃 𝙸𝚂𝙽'𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚂 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙽𝙴𝙴𝙳𝚂 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙰𝙳𝚅𝙸𝙲𝙴. in a way he supposes it could be unwarranted - and that perhaps she’s too headstrong to even heed it. but he knows what he’s seen, and knows far too well how easily delusions of grandeur and the focus on one person over the whole can lead to trouble; can lead to the loss of the gold draped over rhea’s shoulder in the flash of an eye. he imagines, that if someone were going to do that to rhea, it’d likely be charlotte. no matter how much she swears she’s finished with her. some things never die, never cease - even when you want them to. “ i hope you’re aware that it isn’t over, it’s never over. just when you think things have settled, the dark will come again. it always does. ”