#whistledcwn

[silvercinders]

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 the last time she had laughed so freely. Hands entwined as they journeyed to Benedict's newly renamed 'Our Cottage', for the first time as a married couple. Although their ceremony had been here, with so much of the world she had not yet been able to experience, they had opted to travel a bit. Allowing a chance for them to be truly on their own together for the first time. Happiness had not ever been an easy feeling for Sophie to experience in the past, but every day now seemed to bring her heights of it previously unknown. Much of it, she was not afraid to admit, came from the man next to her. For that, she was eternally grateful. " You can call it such as many times as you like. While our home is beautiful, and there is no place I'd rather settle down, it is categorically not a cottage. I will stand on that. " ( @whistledcwn )

[anunkindncss]

Alexander had made the choice for himself, to prevent any further attachment, to prevent any scandal on her part. Phillip was a good man. A sound choice. So as he walked through Hyde Park with her, he kept himself at the proper distance, nothing the Ton could turn their nose up. He knew they already looked at her sideways for associating with him. "And how is Phillip? Have you two thought about moving forward with courtship?" He tried his damndest not to sound bitter, but it stuck too hard. Still, he managed to avoid eye contact up until this point. @whistledcwn

[silvercinders]

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒, that Sophie and Benedict found themselves staying at the Bridgerton House overnight. Although they visited their family fairly often, when the couple did they often stayed at the (much better kept these days) apartment that Benedict had once used as bachelor lodgings. However, a family dinner had ran late (as it often did when a family genuinely enjoys one another's company, she was happy to learn), and a storm had become quite intense. Thus, they'd been urged to stay the night. It was still odd, Sophie realised, to be sleeping in the Bridgerton house as a member of the family after so long in her maid's quarters downstairs. Perhaps, she reasoned, it was why her night remained fitful. It could not have been the storm, for she had never been much bothered by thunder or winds. In fact, she was one of the rare few who found rain as a comfort. Nor could it be the company, as Sophie had never felt more secure or at home than next to her husband. It had to be the room itself, nothing else made sense. She had long felt as a proper member of the family, and Our Cottage had truly felt as it's name implied: theirs. It was just a surreal experience with a strange sense of memory entwined.

It was this very restlessness that made Sophie hear a sound which brought her to alert. The house, despite the storm, had been rather silent. As a member of house staff for years, Sophie had learned the difference between the sounds of a house, the sounds of it's staff, and the sound of someone else creeping through it's halls. Pulling her silken dressing gown over herself and stepping into her slippers, Sophie rose to her feet as she approached the bedroom door to take a glance down the hallway. It was only her surprise, to find Eloise, in what she could only assume was an attempt to walk silently past their door. " Psst. " she called out in a whispered tone, " Eloise ? Whatever are you doing this late ? " Sophie stepped into the hallway, closing the door softly behind her as she surveyed her sister-in-law. " Are you alright ? Is something the matter ? " ( @whistledcwn )

[stringswoven]

@whistledcwn sent:  "if   you   eat   the   last   cookie,   i’m   never   forgiving   you." (Eloise & Benedict)

It rests between them on a beautiful, intricately detailed plate. Shortbread. Light and delicate. Benedict ready on the edge of his seat across from Eloise, the intensity of his stare steady on her as though about to engage in a duel. She returns it in stride, slouched on her sofa, amused at his declaration but only letting it show in a pursing of lips and playfully narrowed eyes.

“Never forgiving me? Bit dramatic, brother. It is a cookie, of all things.” She does, however, lean forward, hand hovering over it tauntingly. “But… you have gained my interest. What do I get if I do give you the last cookie, mm? Since this seems to be a matter of life or death to you.”

[2ndbornson]

the   garden   is   quiet,   the   only   sounds   coming   from   the   squeak   of   the   swing   and   the   long   breaths   as   he   exhales,   clouds   of   smoke   swirling   around   him.   but   then   there's   a   crack   that   has   him   turning   his   head,   meeting   eloise's   gaze   with   a   sheepish   one   of   his   own.   ❝   don't   you have a ball to be getting ready for   ?   ❞   he   teased,   offering   his   own   cigarette   box   to   her.

@whistledcwn / ♡

[ladyfeatherington]

varley had prepared the drawing room for afternoon tea , after madame delacroix refused to make another dress for her daughters . . . portia was up to her usual schemes . perched neatly in the armchair , she waits for philippa to attend . the featherington name was at risk of collapse and her husband was as much use as a wooden man . pinching the bridge of her nose , her best option was to secure a match .

the newest issue of whistledown was etched in her brain ; marina thompson and her exposed scandal . . . and the duke and daphne bridgerton . sighing . ❛  philippa , my nerves . . . what happened with mr finch ?   ❜ green eyes flicker to her middle child , raising from her chair . if there was anything in the world she cherished , it was her children . ❛  i will speak to your father about this . . . but , in the event mr finch no longer desires your affections , we must think of someone else .   ❜ or they face ruin .

@whistledcwn ( philippa featherington ) liked for a starter .