#m. rylen

[frightes]

LIP TWIST DOWNTURNED AS MELODY INSPECTS HIM. what had happened here? he was doesn't quite squirm, nor is his tone sharp, but brows furrow despite herself. "don't fuss?" mouth is agape, fingers hover in a point over the stitching. much like a fish out of water the breath in only seems to slow down her words. "this has to be painful. and we've been on such a long journey." she's all too surprised when he grabs her hands, the phantom itch of it on her fingertips. even the thought makes her stomach flip.

eyes are big but she nods. "if that's a gift phillip i think you ought to be able to return it." she remarked, almost a joke but it's laced with the geniune sense of worry. it was unnerving though - how unaffected by it he seemed to be. eyebrows raise with the utmost seriousness. "you will tell me if it hurts too bad - won't you?"

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[frightes-a]

MELODY WAS ANXIOUS TO HAVE A VISITOR. she had thought her invitation to eloise would not be something that was followed through with. the bridgertons were such a staple of society that the idea that any of them would venture outside of that was surprising to her. while their name was prestigious the rylens had far less to offer society in terms of company and grace. often she felt more like a flighty seagull than a well bred lady. when there's a ring at the door melody is all to quick to open it herself. a bright grin on her features as she pulled eloise into a quick hug.

"how was the journey? carlotta has tea on the stove and sweets in the oven if you need something to get settles." a bright grin from a woman who has felt all too alone in the world. "i'm so happy you decided to visit."

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