#emeraldshe

[lindscys-arch]

@emeraldshe​​​​ ♡’d for a starter (no longer accepting) !

it was no secret that erin stuck out like a sore thumb. everyone knew that she wasn’t the true daughter of hank and camille, that she’d really been thrust upon them, taken pity on, and raised in the voight family. but as with far too many things, the details were kept behind closed doors, and instead erin just had to deal with the looks, the sympathetic glances, the judgemental expressions, that came with being in attendance at such an event. “do you think we’d be missed if we went out to get some air?”

[betweenthesinnersandthesaints]

@emeraldshe​ liked for a starter!

Penelope ducked outside into the garden quickly, hoping beyond hope that she hadn’t been spotted. It was odd- now that she had given up on Colin Bridgerton, he seemed determined to get her attention. She shook her head, before her eyes widened at the figure already in the garden. Before she could stop herself, she let out a small “Oh!” of surprise. She had not been this close to Eloise since their argument the season before. 

“El..” she paused, swallowing hard before correcting herself. “Miss Bridgerton, my apologies. I did not mean to intrude.”

[dvarapala]

+ @emeraldshe​ / continued from here

heck.

she’d been caught staring. how terrible. udyati swallowed audibly and attempted to steer the conversation back to books before she did something that she couldn’t take back, such as tell eloise bridgerton that she’s lovely. or, worse, kiss her.

why couldn’t her brain stop thinking about what it was like to kiss her?

“i, uh, i’ve read sense and sensibility. it’s been a while, actually, since i did. um, i don’t know if it makes any sense whatsoever, so please don’t laugh at me, but... but i always thought that sense and sensibility was written by the same person who, ah, wrote pride and prejudice.”

[socialseasons]

With her boots laced and her coat buttoned, Francesca peered her head around the door to the drawing room, hoping to see her elder sister in her usual spot. Her time down in London was to be short, a week or two at most, and her first few days had seen her mostly confined to the house with her mother fretting and flailing over her as if she were ill, not grieving. It would be nice to get out, to get away from her thoughts for a few hours.

As she suspected, Eloise was sat alone with a book in hand, looking so comfortable than Francesca almost left again in silence. But the thought of going on her walk alone or finding somebody else -- somebody who would tiptoe around her nervously -- made her feel queasy.

"El?"

"I'm going for a stroll. Would you like to join or have I been replaced by your novel?"

@emeraldshe

[mastermicd-arch]

@emeraldshe​ ♡’d for a starter (still accepting) !

“we have to leave.” sandy grabbed the other’s hand as she walked through the hall, moving with haste. “i think i might accidentally spoiled something that hasn’t happened yet because i forgot what year this was.” she turned, eyes scanning her face. “why are you looking at me like that? we need to go –– where’s the tardis?”

[maimedaffaira]

❝       YOU’RE  JOKING  ,    RIGHT  ?           you  cannot  be  serious  ,  eloise.     ❞              exasperation  is  clear  on  the  redheads  face  as  she  leans  forward  ,  her  hands  going  to  clasp  her  best  friends  own  hands.           ❝      please  tell  me  you’re   joking  ,  @emeraldshe​.     ❞       ​

[inventorsdaughter-a]

( @emeraldshe​ )

“i hardly think it’s unlikely that i could marry a prince. i can defend myself, sew, speak french, read in both french and english among many other things. don’t be so glum” kicking pebbles as hard as possible in a sort of game she’d made up, belle was full of unbridled charm, mischief & happiness. “besides, if a prince likes me enough, i might be able to make a change in the world. working in the background”

[pagetorn]

“why do you have that look on your face?”

          The Doctor turns with a wild look of bewilderment first up before gaze drops to @emeraldshe​‘s height.   He glances around before pointing a finger at his chest and mouths  ‘ me? ’  before giving a small scoff.   Hands land on his hips.    ❝ Well, why do you have that look on your face asking me about the look on my face? HM? ❞