#omensrage

[iridescint]

‘  i’ll  be  shining  just  for  you.  ’ violet from edmund!

⍋          there was a ball that night, something violet didn't entirely feel up for. what she wished for instead was a night alone with her husband, dancing the night away somewhere private. somewhere just for them. well, not just the two of them. she was with child, their first, and she was just barely still able to hide her bump under carefully chosen petticoats and hoop skirts. when they were alone in their bed chambers at night and she wore only a thin nightgown it was more obvious. she didn't have to hide from her husband, and she didn't want to. edmund was everything to her, her north star. his statement rang true in more ways than he knew.

"i know you will," she replied, letting one of her curls fall loose as she felt his front press up against her back. his words were soothing, whispered in her ear like a warm caress on her skin. she hadn't spoken any of her anxieties out loud, but he knew. because he knew her better than she knew herself. and she liked to think she knew him the same. violet tilted her head up and brushed her lips along the underside of edmund's jaw, gliding his hand over her stomach with her own. "you are the brightest star in every room, my love. every eye will be on you and i cannot blame them, but you cannot blame a girl for getting a little jealous when every maiden in the ballroom requests a dance with the father of her child," she teased, loving the way the words felt as her tongue curled around them. she didn't speak on the child out loud unless they were in the privacy of their home. it was their little secret as long as they wanted it to be. and violet liked having something that was just theirs.

[dutybcund]

he pauses in the doorway, taking a moment to simply watch her as she sits at her desk, scribbling away at some letter or another. but she might have been doing anything and his impulse would remain the same. it had always been this way. from the moment he'd met her that day in the park, wherever she was, his eyes followed. whatever she did was endlessly fascinating.... but now, she is his wife. and he no longer needs to hide what she makes him feel...

a slow smile spreads across his face as he pushes himself off the door frame and crosses to lean easily against the desk. " as much as i admire your dedication to your new duties -- " he reaches out to push a stray curl away from her face. " -- i feel i've hardly seen you all morning. and that is wholly unacceptable, lady bridgerton. "

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻 --> @omensrage

[gilmor]

❛ you snore in your sleep. it’s adorable. ❜ from jere!

rory flushes tomato-red at the accusation, all heat in her body finding itself centered at the apples of her cheeks. " do you have proof? " she counters, already finding her footing once more with her old friend, " because, i'm not inclined to believe you without the proper evidence. i'm a journalist, jere. you've gotta present me with cold hard facts. " with that, she grabs a throw pillow off the couch, feigning all innocence, before flinging the thing straight at him with a giggle.

" besides, at least i don't drool in my sleep like you do. and my proof? it's in the pillow. "

@omensrage

[daylighterarchived]

i think you should say you changed your mind. from mat ….

‘ here it starts, ’ he said under his breath, though by now matías would have ventured that he was about as easy to persuade to change his mind as gods. ‘ now he tells me what to do. ’

the civilians bustling through the late hours of the city simply curved around the two of them as if they were not there, two invisible forces curated out of their mortal sights entirely. it made the business of glowering down the angel a lot more simply, when it did not attract an atrocious about of attention from busybodies. their stroll through the city is cut short when kenneth's boots halt a few feet away from a road crossing. he whirled on the other man and simmered, faintly, before stabbing his nail into his chest. ‘ well, i don't. i don't change my mind. if that sours you at all, all the better for me. ’

was there ever a crevice in his chest large enough to accommodate a heart? he did not know, and it seemed neither did his temper. a refusal towards forgiveness was a frequent matter with him, and difficult at best; to earn his time and patience however, was a lost cause entirely. ‘ you can brood on my porch all you want, ’ he said with a dash of his hand, before he spun back around to the road crossing. ‘ i'll watch from the window while you go cold. ’