#regencis

[wistlton]

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once upon a time ,   she did learn all of this .   the different dances     .  .  .     only she had been the man taking the lead ,   while daphne learned how to dance when none of her brothers was around .   standing on this side ,   she feels a little lost .   her hand rest in his   &   she is looking more down at their feet than him ,   not wanting to step on the viscount .   (   when younger she might not have minded as much .   )   but things are different now .   she isn’t a kid anymore .   this is no ball ,   it’s mostly educational and honestly she isn’t sure how she got tricked into it .   violet had a way with words she has noticed .   suddenly she is standing here     .  .  .     hyacinth next to herself   &   gregory is her partner .   perfectly innocent .   some sort of switch of dance partner had just happened ,   not perfect but it somewhat explained the logistics for the two .      

❝   it has been quite a while .   ❞      there’s a slight grimace before looking up to anthony ,   corner of lips forced down to hide the smile when she narrowly miss stepping on his toes .   again .     ❝   apologies .   ❞ 

[artimitate]

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       she was meant to be the star of this show. receiving all of the accolades and roses that were being thrown at her replacement’s feet. she had never cursed her body for failing her as much as she did this day. estelle could have pushed through the pain if it had not been written all over her features. if only she could have hid her feelings better then she could have been seen as the talent she was. their producers would have never allowed that with the prince in attendance. it was too much of a risk. she knew an opportunity like this would never been in her grasp again, she felt hallow at the thought. 

       instead she was watching it unfold from backstage. ankle wrapped tightly and a growing ache in her throat. her cheeks were wet and smelled like salt. while alicia did a stunning job estelle was not a good enough woman to congratulate her in this moment. instead she found herself weaving through building to head toward the exit. she found herself swiftly running into another. estelle clutched onto the railing of the stairs for some stability.

        “ i beg your pardon sir - ” she had half a mind to rebuke whoever had the misfortune of running into her but her expression raised. instead she bowed, with as much space as she had available. “ your highness. i apologize for my clumsiness. i do hope you are uninjured. ”

[artimitate]

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       emine flourished in social events. she enjoyed talking to people and hearing about all the latest gossip. she enjoyed watching couples and seeing which were drawn to one another as if by the world’s design. coming off the successful match of her former governess mrs. weston it was not surprising that she was hankering to make another match. love was the best sort of fun, even if emine herself would rather not engage she liked the sport of it. when it came down to her actual feelings she was far less interested in exploring those. when love came knocking at her door, she would know. until then though she was content to stay by her father’s side and open up other’s eyes. which is how her focus landed on penelope featherington. she was smart, witty, and a wallflower that just needed some room to bloom. emine leaned in closer as if they were already the best of friends, trying to follow the girl’s sightline. “ have your eye on anyone special ? ”

[artimitate]

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       “ pru, ” fredrick sounds almost dumbfounded as her says it. he should call her miss lockhart but he can’t help it. they had known each other since they were babes and would continue to know each other quite a bit longer. “ i had stopped by to speak with your father, he had been taking care of my estate while i have been away. ” he didn’t know why he hadn’t thought that they might run into each other. there’s a sharp inhale of breath from him as he struggled on what to say next. “ you look like you’ve been well. ” he cringed internally, it felt like something you would say to the letter carriers or your favorite barkeep, not the person who you knew as well as yourself. “ i hope you’ve been well at least. ”

[roseguided-arch]

𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. body is settled comfortably at the piano bench, fingers not yet poised on the keys as eyes occupy themselves with previewing new sheet music colin had given her. a pencil in hand, young lady makes slight changes to what she feels would sound much better than what is given. ( francesca will always be thankful for gifts, but the piano is the one thing she knows most of. a passion, something that occupies her mind. she's studied it almost mercilessly & she greatly dislikes when composers do certain things in their music. )

@regencis said, " WELL, DON'T LET ME STOP YOU. "

❛ i will not, brother. ❜ teases younger sibling with the ever present smile on her face. ❛ i am determined to fully understand the reasoning of this composer colin brought me from italy. ❜ francesca was so accustomed to french or english writers that seeing something entirely apart was interesting. ❛ he . . makes the oddest changes in tempo, brother. almost rushed when the piece itself feels like it was intended to be slower. ❜ brows furrow themselves.

[frightes-a]

SHE LOVED MARRIAGE SEASON. while she was resigned to the fact that half of these people would end up unhappy she found the celebratory drinking was good for her pockets. moonee would deny it if asked but she had grown accustomed to some of her regulars. namely the second eldest bridgerton. opera singers are where suitors ran to avoid their nagging mamas, and normally moonee is a willing participant unless their are any musings of love on the brain. she was clever enough to keep the bridgerton's at an arm's length for matters of the hard. they were soft on the inside, susceptible to go gooey and lovestruck at any moment.

"i told them to keep rakes and rapscallions out of my dressing rooms." she chided. her face was still painted from the show and she wasted no time grabbing drinks for them. "how is the ton? have you told them i've missed them terribly?" the cherub tilted her head, taking a sip of her drink. "although they seem to have you quite enthralled. has someone finally caught your eye?"

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[frightes-a]

BENJAMIN LOVED BEING THE ELDEST. he had beat hester into the world by a margin of a couple of minutes. despite them sharing a birthday it was clear that when you got into the weeds he was the true eldest. which meant that he took his duty very seriously. while he knew that both he and hester were on the marriage mart, there was certainly no one who had enticed him yet. "mama," he said, lounging in one of the drawing room chairs. "how did you know father was the one? or even have an inkling that he was the one you should marry."

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