Bridgerton | Official RP Thread

[Madilfill]

As Augustus reveled in the festivities of the grand ball, he couldn’t help but daydream about the possibility of attending a garden ball in the upcoming season. While he loved the elegance and charm of the ballroom, there was something enchanting about the idea of dancing beneath the open sky, surrounded by the beauty of nature. Augustus cherished the memory of the times he had danced under the stars. Those enchanting evenings held a special place in his heart. The moonlight casting a soft, romantic glow, the gentle rustling of leaves, and the celestial beauty above created a magical ambiance that was unparalleled. He recalled twirling his partner under a moonlit sky, their laughter harmonizing with the night’s melody. The stars above seemed to applaud their graceful movements, and Augustus felt a deep connection to both nature and the dance.

Augustus knew that the social season was filled with a myriad of events, and he held onto the hope that he might come across an invitation to such a garden ball, where he could combine his love for dancing with his yearning for the outdoors. Until then, he would continue to embrace the joy and elegance of the current ball, dancing with Dorothea now.

Augustus couldn’t help but admire Dorothea’s stunning dark locks as they danced together. Her hair cascaded gracefully, like a waterfall of silk, and it added to her overall elegance. He found himself captivated by the way her hair caught the light, creating a halo of radiance around her.Augustus knew how to appreciate the finer things in life, and in this moment, it was Dorothea’s beauty that had caught his attention and admiration.

Augustus, enchanted by Dorothea’s beauty, couldn’t help but offer another compliment that focused solely on her hair. With a soft and sincere tone, he said, “My lady, your hair is like the finest silk, so dark and luxurious. It adds an extra layer of elegance to your already captivating presence.”

His words were meant to convey his admiration for the exquisite details that made Dorothea stand out in the crowd. Augustus had a talent for celebrating the beauty and grace of those around him, and in this moment, it was Dorothea’s hair that had captured his attention and appreciation.

Augustus sympathized with Dorothea’s plight, and her remark about having her toes stepped on by some less graceful dancers drew a chuckle from him. “Ah, my lady, it appears those gentlemen may have been too preoccupied with their own steps to appreciate the true art of dancing.”

He continued to guide her skillfully across the dance floor, ensuring that her toes remained unscathed. “Fear not, for I shall do my utmost to make this dance as delightful and toe-friendly as possible.” His words were filled with humor and charm, and together, they waltzed with grace and laughter, creating a memorable moment in the grand ballroom.

@CerealKiller

[Madilfill]

As the conversation continued, Ilyas couldn’t help but feel a tad perplexed by how he always seemed to find himself in these peculiar situations. It was as if a certain kind of intrigue and drama followed him wherever he went, leaving him both intrigued and bemused by the complexities of human interactions.

Ilyas found himself caught in the intricate web of social dynamics and relationshipsa. It was a realm where every word spoken and every gesture made carried layers of meaning and subtext, a world where alliances and rivalries ran deep beneath the surface. As he navigated these intricate social waters, he couldn’t help but wonder why he always found himself entangled in these enigmatic situations.

Perhaps it was his natural charisma and the air of mystery that surrounded him, drawing people into his orbit like moths to a flame. Or maybe it was his tendency to speak his mind. Whatever the reason, Ilyas had a knack for finding himself in the midst of complex and sometimes bewildering interactions.

Ilyas couldn’t help but think about his family, particularly his relationship with his father. Lord Keats was a stern and demanding figure, often setting high expectations for his only son. Their interactions were marked by a mixture of respect and tension, with Ilyas striving to earn his father’s approval, even though it rarely came.

His friends, Corin and Harrison, provided a welcome contrast to the formalities of society. They were his confidants, partners-in-mischief, and the ones who truly understood him. Their camaraderie was a source of comfort and laughter in the midst of the complex social world.

As for past relationships, Ilyas had experienced his fair share of entanglements, but they had mostly been fleeting. He was known for his flirty and playful nature, which often left a trail of admirers in his wake. However, he had never truly committed to a serious courtship, always finding himself hesitant to fully open his heart.

Now, in this moment of unexpected connection with Aurelia, he was confronted with the possibility of something more profound. The past, with its games, as she calls it, seemed distant, and he wondered if this encounter might be the catalyst for a new chapter in his life.

The tension between Ilyas and Orpheus continued to simmer as they exchanged barbed remarks. Orpheus’s retort about his hands being in more reputable situations stung, and Ilyas couldn’t resist a sly comeback. “Well, from what I’ve heard… I mean, I wasn’t here, but rumors do have a way of circulating. You seemed to have your own brand of fun while Miss Aurelia was away at… a spa.” He raised an eyebrow, implying that Orpheus’s activities during her absence might not have been entirely aboveboard. It was a subtle jab, a way of reminding Orpheus that they all had their secrets and indiscretions, even in the refined world of society.

He chuckled softly and retorted, "Well, maybe you’re the one with a touch of memory loss. If I recall correctly, you’re not currently courting anyone, are you? Feel free to correct me, Aurelia."He couldn’t resist the playful banter, even in the midst of this unusual and somewhat tense situation.

Orpheus’s mention of “diverse company” didn’t escape Ilyas’s notice. He couldn’t help but wonder if Orpheus was alluding to something more, maybe Orpheus’s inner demons working their way out. Ilyas decided to respond with a touch of humor and an air of nonchalance. “Diversity is a wonderful thing, isn’t it? I’m all for expanding my horizons and learning about new cultures and traditions.”

It was a deflective response, a way of acknowledging the underlying tension without directly addressing it. He wanted to keep the conversation light and playful, even if the subject matter had taken a somewhat serious turn.

Ilyas found himself caught in the crossfire of Adeline’s frustration and Aurelia’s stumbling explanation. Adeline’s point about maturity struck a chord, but he wasn’t about to admit it openly. Instead, he observed the scene with a mix of amusement and secondhand embarrassment, particularly for Orpheus, who seemed to be struggling to find his footing in this unexpected confrontation.

He maintained a calm exterior, letting the situation unfold before him while keeping his thoughts and opinions to himself. After all, he had a reputation to uphold, and openly acknowledging Adeline’s point wouldn’t do him any favors in that regard.

“Very well, then,” Ilyas said with a slight air of nonchalance as he observed Baylor and Adeline walk away. He had been taken somewhat off guard by his unexpected appearance in their conversation, and his abrupt exit left an air of awkwardness lingering in its wake.

Turning his gaze towards Orpheus, Ilyas offered the man a smug smirk and a wink, intentionally leaving the situation with an air of mystery. He then turned his attention back to Aurelia, leaning in closer so only she could hear his parting words.

“I will be counting the hours until our next conversation,” he whispered with a hint of flirtatiousness, his words hanging in the air for a moment before he swiftly made his exit. Ilyas navigated his way through the bustling ballroom, escaping to the hallway and the descending stairs before his father could catch up to him.

Once outside in the garden, he allowed the cool night air to envelop him, grounding his thoughts. His fingers gently traced the leaves of a nearby bush as he contemplated the evening’s unexpected encounter with Aurelia. Frustration, confusion, and a touch of vulnerability swirled within him, emotions he wasn’t accustomed to feeling.

As he meandered through the garden, Ilyas couldn’t help but wonder about the future of his connection with Aurelia. Would it fizzle away like many of his past dalliances, or was this a new chapter in the making? One thing was certain – he eagerly anticipated their next conversation, as promised, and would count down the hours until it came to pass.

Ilyas couldn’t help but feel a glimmer of hope as he looked upon another familiar women. This time, however, he harbored a different aspiration—a happier ending than their previous encounters had hinted at. With a suave and confident demeanor, he approached her and offered a polite but flirtatious greeting. Good evening, my lady. It’s a pleasure to see you again."

@Jass @benitz786 @raviola @sunflowerjm @Kristi you know why you are tagged and who for okay bye

[Kristi]

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Unforgettable- Nat King Cole

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When the lady had called him Lord Davis, Harrison was surprised. His expression sort of amused, as his eyes danced with a fire of surprise- How had she come to know his name? It seems that his reputation indeed preceded him, as he did not remember telling his name- at least his surname to anyone in india except- Right! That was where he knew the beauty from- he had thought her as familiar, but he thought he was seeing it. “Ms Mheta!” Harrison said, the name rolling perfectly from his tongue, “I see that you are safer than ever unlike last when i laid eyes on you, and how can i not plead when I could not even remember you until now,” He teased, “I pride my self in always remembering beautiful things, butterfly, and could you believe it? I could not remember one of the best paintings of one of the most beautiful of creatures- a butterfly turned human,” He said, his eyes holding all the warmth in her world as he looked at her.

Ms.Mehta, did indeed remind Harrison of a butterfly- especially considering how they had met. Caged like a caterpillar and then freed like a butterfly- made into something even more beautiful and Harrison should have never really forgotten her. She was amongsts the many beautiful people he had encountered in his lifetime but then again he had been busy… taken care of a situation that preceded his control, a situation that tightened his heart just thinking of it. No, no- it will be ok, he had heard it will be ok and it did indeed look ok. Harrison should not think of negatives things in front of positive things- he should not think of that situation nor of Ilyas situation, so as he smiled- his bleached white teeth shining and his hair flying with the breeze that was inside the room, Harrison pushed it to the back.

When she said she will be honored to dance with him, Harrison smiled even more, taking her hand in his- her hand fitting perfectly like a glove and quite soft against his, he bent down to kiss its behind. “You truly do not know how happy you have made me, butterfly.” He said leading her to the dance floor, the music echoing with their footsteps, “Hopefully, I can make you even happier,” He said leaning down to whisper on her ear, his voice low and husky.

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@Caticorn

[raviola]

He insinuated Azucena wanted him, and that only made her desire grow. “A lady never reveals her secrets.” She teased. Obviously, her character resisted the temptation of being too upfront. Still, she did not need to tell him for him to know what she wanted. Both of them knew, but the mutual coyness grew between them more tension, like a rising glass wall they danced behind, eager to break it.

“Perhaps I may fall again, then.” She followed, pleased by the idea of feeling his touch once more.

“My dear,” you say. He was admittedly very charming. She felt her heart threatening to make her fall again. However, a man who is charming has surely not been charming with only her. Azucena wondered who else might be enticed by the words that rolled off his tongue so easily. He did not share much answer to her question, but as he said, it was most likely a very typical township here in england.

Instead, he continued asking her about herself. It was a bit sweet. The typical man in this settlement adored ranting on and on about himself. In her previous engagement, her partner was admittedly pretty into himself. She felt more of an accessory to his greatness. Cassian, however, made her feel a bit more important. Her own person, even. She hoped he could be a scholar, they tend to be a bit more egalitarian. She could also bond much more with a man who loved books as much as she.

“That is a great question, Cassian.” Azu smiled, establishing her comfort in referring to him as his first name. “I am not sure with what to begin. If you would like, you may make assumptions about me. I will confirm if they are true. And worry not, they can be whatever you like. No courtly formalities necessary.” The girl assured him of her trust in him. One thing about Blue was that as vanidous and frigid as she made herself to appear, she was still warm enough to listen.

“I have.” Blue confirmed her visitations to england. “Our community must be much larger than I believed, for I would have stumbled into you sooner if I had known of your person.” She admitted, giggling when she saw his little facial reaction. Perhaps they had met before, but he soooomehow managed to forget her ravenous beauty. Perhaps it was not yet their time, perhaps it is now.

Ooh. Azucena thought. There was something quite altering about a man willing to chase her. Much of this conversation was confined to their courtly utopian customs, however his disposition had begun to allude to a much more primal instinct they shared. “A chase? Well, my lord, you know I do love when you catch me.” Her eyes shined with his same charming glint.

They joked some more on the dance floor, synchronized into the organ and violins playing in the room. Close to hers, his face became a comfortable sight. And for a split second, Azucena felt as though her icy complexion warmed with his gaze. They became one with the music, and the moment felt as though it lasted a thousand years. Yet they were still not enough, she needed more.

He bid her adieu and Azucena walked away with a small smile, more endeared than she believed she could be in a first dance. She strolled by the hors d’oeuvres, and politely rejected them from the queen’s staff as she looked for a new person to approach before the orchestra played a new song.

Until she saw her. Behind the profile of the man dancing with the girl, she saw Lia on the floor. She had those same dreamy brown eyes, where you could tell she was an optimist. Her luscious hair, and her perfect teeth with that doll-like pout were tantalizing as she shined before any man. She seemed so perfect.

But she was a fraud.

Under her perfectly smooth skin there were thorns like those of a rose. They were pretty from a distance, but when you reach to grasp her you will realize your fingers are pricked and bleeding. Azucena still had little dots on her skin from the scars, each letter she sent was a needle, and Aurelia dug the cuts deep. At first, she had thought maybe what she saw going on between her and Harrison was a misunderstanding, but her absence explained her treason. It quilled down every lie she had told down upon a scroll, and spelt it out for Azucena before the paper rolled back up and smacked her upside the head.

The girl looked the other way, feigning that she did not notice Lia’s presence, but then she felt eyes on her. It was her; her best friend, her worst enemy, glancing at her from across the room, too. Azu’s eyes widened, not expecting to be noticed, and she intuitively walked out from the ball to the garden. Aurelia was a problem, and when Azucena saw a problem, she grinned at it, and then proceeded to run away in the other direction.

The night breeze kissed her collar, and the greenery reflected a dark green shade from its large leaves. She approached the border, and put a hand on the balcony as she looked off into the distance, her dress trailing behind her as it swayed on the ground. Azu knew she had to return to the ball soon, but it seemed much easier to converse with the moon. She inhaled and took a breath before a figure emerged from the darkness of the field. The footsteps had her turn her head, probed with a bit of fear as she did not know who could be out there.

A well dressed, caramel-skinned man appeared in red. She looked up at him and his soft curls with light brown eyes and realized who he was. That summer played back in her head as he greeted her. Her cheeks heated up, and she felt suddenly a bit vulnerable.

“Ilyas.” She uttered. “I forgot you were coming back this year.” Azucena recalled a conversation they had about his boarding school and all, how he had been sent away for his rebellious spirit that enamored her.

“We should not be over here alone.” She reminded herself, blushing as she wafted the familiar scent of his cologne. He held a special place in her memory, and she knew that in his she was a different person than now. It was ironic how he learned so much about her, yet they knew so little about one another. Blue tried to act casual, but his expressions were so uncanny that she struggled.

@Madilfill

mentioned:
@CerealKiller cassian - wanna continue in the misc?
@Kristi harrison
@benitz786 aurelia

[DandelionKate]

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come what may

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Conversation with Ilyas Keats and Aurelia Ellis ~ongoing~

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Orpheus held Ilyas’ gaze, his face an unmoving statue against the stones of replies Ilyas threw in his direction. Ilyas’ words, like venomous arrows, were meant to wound, but Orpheus had erected a shield of apathy, refusing to grant him the satisfaction of seeing him crumble. Instead, Orpheus watched him with a cold detachment, his gaze unwavering, waiting patiently for Ilyas’ departure.

Perhaps it was the presence of Aurelia at his back, but Orpheus felt a cool sense of sober composure briefly wash over him as he stood his ground, silently.

Orpheus became a pillar of unyielding indifference, refusing to allow Ilyas’ word to sink more than surface deep.

The scratch of a rose’s thorn.

The skin-deep kind of cuts he had felt dozens of times before as he tended to his garden.

The sharp ache of striking the wrong chord in a tune.

He knew the sound well.

The sound of a man grasping for himself. Facing the hundreds of cuts of roses, the ear splitting pain of wrong notes, and wielding the sharpest of tongues in response. Ilyas was a man who feigned composure even under the most crushing of pressures. Orpheus knew that pain well too.

Ilyas finished his quick-witted quips in response, seemingly loitering about, waiting for another harsh reply from Orpheus. Ilyas’ words rolled off Orpheus’ chest as easily as the tears had fallen from his eyes earlier.

Yet, as he left, Orpheus felt his jaw clench, the rush of fiery hatred creeping its way back into his every muscle, burning his cheeks.

A smirk?

A wink?

Was Lord Keats so shameless and brazen that he would continue his disrespect even upon exiting?

Orpheus watched him carefully, his eyes tracing Ilyas’ every move. The slow burn of emotion continued as a brush of wind whispered past him upon Ilyas’ departure that left a cold sort of emptiness in its wake. A desire to return to the fight he had ignited, an urge to finish what he had started rose within him yet again.

Yet, he stood still.

His jaw clenched, his face red with emotion, his body tense, his anger lingering in the air like an unfinished symphony.

He stood that way for what seemed like forever.

That is, until he heard a small voice pick up behind him: Aurelia. Had he forgotten she was there? Momentarily, it seemed he had, yet his attention shot back to the girl he knew all too well, turning to meet her gaze as she spoke.

“We… Orpheus we… why did you not… you let me come out here and ramble about the stars and the heavens and your family and we… courted? I’m… I did not mean to… I can not remember Orpheus I’m… I was not trying to hurt you I just… I had an accident… and my mind… my mind is broken Orpheus. I cannot… remember anything of my past. I just… I know we were friends… close friends… I just…” Aurelia stumbled through her words as if grasping at them in her own mind, piece by piece.

As Orpheus looked on at her, her face a mix of confusion and stunned pain, the alcoholic swirl of guilt and torment returned to him. A twinge of something that had been festering in his heart, a pain that ran so deep it nearly brought him to his knees. Tears welled in his eyes as he attempted to fight them, refusing to cry in front of her.

He had always refused. For if there was one person who Orpheus would never stumble in front of, it was her. Aurelia demanded strength from him, and he had always been happy to give it. Where she needed a friend, he became the best of ones. Where she needed a protector, he became her sword and her shield. Where she needed a lover, he had opened his chest, and handed her his heart, raw and bleeding.

He had given her the world, and yet here she stood, pieces of their time together forever lapsed in her mind, her face riddled with a kind of torment he could not save her from this time.

And it killed him.

More than any insult or punch or betrayal ever had.

Watching her now, was a torture he had not known until this point. A pain that resonated so deeply he could feel it’s haunting notes reverberating through his chest, the echo reminding him of the hollowness there. The space where his heart once sat. The heart he had handed her.

Still, Orpheus fought the tears with each breath, each blurred glimpse in her eyes, each empty beat of his aching, bleeding heart, he held them back.

Orpheus stepped closer to her, placing a gentle hand on her cheek to quiet her words.

[color= #BC0057] “Sh…” [/color] Orpheus cooed softly, trying to soothe her. [color= #BC0057] “You never need to apologize to me. Do you understand? Never.” [/color] Orpheus’ words carried a gentleness that held the desires of months of longing and loss.

[color= #BC0057] “Are you alright? He did not hurt you, did he?” [/color] Orpheus looked her over, his eyes holding a genuine concern and worry that echoed the love he felt for her.

Every ounce of his being had held back, had kept her at a distance tonight. For fear of backlash. For fear of others. For fear of rejection.

Orpheus had played the moment of their reunion time and time again in his head, searching for the perfect words, the perfect glance, the perfect explanation.

Each day without her had felt like an eternity, and the pain of her absence gnawed at his heart with a rabid ferocity. Their time together had served as daggers, digging and twisting in his mind with each passing moment they were apart. Her memory tormenting him with the reality of his lonely wanderings in the world. He was a boat, set adrift, sinking slowly in a lake, desperately looking for a light to float toward again.

And now here she stood, with him, the idea of his perfectly planned reunion crashing in a champagne-tinged blur of emotion. The words of his explanation had exited in a fit of rage rather than the charming splendor of the moonlit walk that he had originally planned for them.

As they stood, Orpheus’ hand never leaving her cheek, his eyes searching hers for something more, something there once was, a gentle pull tugged at him. A desire to close the gap between them that had lingered for far too long. The woman he loved, just within reach, yet a chasm of unspoken emotion stretched between them that ran so deeply Orpheus feared they may never cross.

As he gazed into her eyes, the longing to hold her in his arms grew too overwhelming to ignore. Despite the possibility of lingering eyes, Orpheus could not hold back from his desire any longer. He had longed for her closeness, the gentle scent of her perfumed hair brushing his neck, the gentle touch he had so adored, the comforting thump of her steady heart humming into his own empty chest.

With a shaking hand, he dropping the cusp of her cheek and pulled her into a long embrace, the months of pain simmering away as he held her.

[color= #BC0057] “I’m so sorry…” [/color] Orpheus whispered, grappling with the sobs in his chest. [color= #BC0057] “I should have been here for you sooner…I should have explained…It’s all my fault…I should hav-” [/color] Orpheus’ voice broke, tears finally spilling down his cheeks, his hand moving to wipe them behind her back before she could register their presence.

The pain of those months of separation melted away, the dullness of his existence seemingly igniting in color once again as he held her. It was as if a piece of him had gone with her and their reunion had made him whole again.

[color= #BC0057] “I have missed you…” [/color] Orpheus’ voice was hoarse and strained. There was a strange mix of lingering pain and relief that swirled in his already unsteady mind. [color= #BC0057] “More than you could possibly know.” [/color] Orpheus held her tighter, the fear of her slipping away from him again becoming ever present as he became of aware of their need for physical separation.

Orpheus stood a moment, relishing in her embrace, in his ability to hold her once more. A tangible, real feeling that could not be swept into the waters or blown away with the wind. She was here. Finally.

He collected himself, stifling his tears, and attempting to clear his head as he pulled back to look at her once again.

[color= #BC0057] “I will explain…everything. I promise. I will try. In time.” [/color] Orpheus attempted to offer a small smile, his lips twinging with a subtle pain as he forced the look. She needed a smile, and what Aurelia needed, Orpheus became. A simple sentence that contained a promise long overdue on its fulfillment.

[color= #BC0057] “But tonight…” [/color] Orpheus trailed off, fighting the urge to reach out to her again. [color= #BC0057] “Has been unexpectedly difficult for us both. Let us take a respite now. For months I have longed for nothing more than to sit under the stars with you once more, and here I am causing a scene instead of enjoying our reunion as it should be enjoyed, together.” [/color] Orpheus’ smile grew more genuine as he studied her features. Her soft nose. Her raven hair. Her rounded cheeks. Everything had been just as he remembered them. As the months lingered on, her image faded from his grasp, and he would not waste a second recommitting each curve of her face to memory.

[color= #BC0057] “You…look lovely…” [/color] The lull of the alcohol suddenly yanked at him again, the adrenaline of his fight with Ilyas wearing thin. [color= #BC0057] “Have I told you…you put the stars to shame, my lady.” [/color] Orpheus’ head was a clouded mess of noise yet again, the lights too bright, the midnight owl too loud, the air too crisp, Aurelia too beautiful.

Orpheus could feel the dark pull of his mind threatening to take him somewhere he no longer desired to be, no longer needed to be, now that Aurelia had returned.

He looked down at her with adoration pouring from every glance between her eyes. He darted between both, his lips curling in a smile, he did not want to miss one fragment of her expression. Orpheus resisted the burning urge in his fingers to reach out to hers. To connect them physically so that he might ground himself back into reality, to prove to his darkening mind, that there was light yet again in the form of his best friend.

And she shined so brightly, not even the hundreds of distant glimmers could hold a candle to her glow. She was a lone star. The brightest of them all. And Orpheus would not lose sight of her again.

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mentioned:
Aurelia (@benitz786)
Ilyas (@Madilfill)

[Ouijaloveletters]

Louisa laughed, nodding. ”Yes, yes, I am quite aware this is just for fun. I still wish to express gratitude. I see nothing wrong with the two of us dancing, either. I must warn you, though. I may be a little unsteady. I have had a bit of alcohol before this.” When Bainbridge offered his hand, she took it, letting herself be pulled along. Compared to all the other ladies of the time, Louisa’s hands were much more…rough, than the typical woman’s. It was very nice not to worry about her mother. Even better, Bainbridge was a good dancer, so she did not have to worry about getting her feet stepped on. That had happened when trying to teachBelle to dance, and she’d nearly got her foot broken. That was certainly not enjoyable, as she was laid up in bed for several days. It also hurt quite a lot.
@LunaticLeviTheSecond - Bainbridge

[CrazyCaliope]

Dance 2: with Lady Lydia (@novella)

Lydia responded by suggesting that even he misjudged things occasionally and even though he agree deep down that he did this more often than one would like, he didn’t utter this. Only did he offer a humble smile and small head tilt while continue their dance, touching their opposing hands - both right - as they glided around in a clockwise direction.

Then Magnus’ smile warmed up a little more upon the conversation about the Diamond of the ball. Although talk of a future became something he wanted to escape. “Thank you, Lady Lydia,” he responded. “Adeline is indeed a remarkable woman, as are you, and I wish you both happiness. I do not, however, wish to bring upon the troubles of not conforming. Perhaps I make it look easy, but away from prying eyes, life has not been peaceful.” Hearing Lydia’s own aspirations to escape, Magnus felt a deeper sense of kinship with her. “The gardens truly are a sanctuary, a place to briefly escape the intensity of this environment,” Magnus agreed. “And yes, you can count on me to know where to find you.”

Listening to the music, Magnus could hear that this dance only had a few more bars to play and was drawing to a close. Looking around at the other dancers on the floor, his gaze shifted back to Lydia, “Speaking of the diamond, more so the one of last season,” Magnus began gently, his tone sincere. “I couldn’t help but notice Aurelia looks almost as graceful as you. How is she faring lately? I haven’t an opportunity to talk with her this evening and I genuinely hope she’s doing well.”

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Mentions:

• @sunflowerjm - Adeline
• @benitz786 - Aurelia

[Ouijaloveletters]

“Certainly, surnames are much more important than the first. You know I could not help but quip, though. It was the perfect opportunity, so I could not help but go for it. Do you not agree that it was humorous?” At the mention of him wielding a sword, he smiled. ”On the contrary, Lady Brantley. My father and I commonly sword fight in order to relieve pent up stress or boredom. He taught me how to use a long sword, and he has said I I’m very adept at using one. If you would like, my father would not mind showing off his skills when you come to dinner. Neither would I, to be quite honest. I believe you will find it quite enjoyable to watch. Edgar smiled softly, shaking his head. “Please. Both of us have sharp tongues, if you shall believe it. I am very good with debates, or so I am told. As you know, those can get quite heated. Most debates I am in result from scientific debates.”[/color] He paused, shaking his head. [/color=maroon]”My apologies, I do not believe I have asked if you wish to dance. May I have this dance, Lady Brantley?”[/color] He asked, holding out his hand to her.
@LunaticLeviTheSecond - Abigail

[LunaticLeviTheSecond]

Dance 3: with Louisa

Shrewbury Lasses

Bainbridge laughed as she said it, and when she gave him his hand to lead to the middle of the dance floor. As he was doing that he said “Well, if you wish to express gratitude, you should do so by dancing.” As he was now dancing with somebody he found impossible to marry, somebody who was his family withouth the need to marry them, he could act as he does with his sister around him. He and Abigail used to dance together when they were children, and he missed those time, but at least he can now dance with another member of his family now that it’s inpropper to dance with your sister in public. As they reached the dance floor he looked nothing short of an excited trained puppy sitting still under a command, waiting for the command to be free so he could let loose and run as fast as he can. With a wide smile he said.“I hope they play a fast jig for I know both of us are fast and great dancers. It is a shame your anxieties about matrimony and your mother’s persuasion are holding you back from dancing with more men, if only to showcase how good you are. I just realized I might not be doing you any favors by dancing with you for if somebody sees how good you dance their interests might be piqued.”

@Ouijaloveletters - Louisa

[Ouijaloveletters]

”That is what I an doing, correct?” Louisa has smiled as Bainbridge began to dance with her. She’d smiled at his hope that a jig be played. ”You know I enjoy the excuse to let go. Unfortunately, the music is too slow for that now. It would be very nice if it would pick up. I am not sure if I am just pessimistic, but I doubt that the music will become faster. I cannot help but think that the queen would like that much. She seems very refined.” Louisa explained, sighing slightly. Her annoyance suddenly turned to mirth as she remembered something. ”cousin, remember that time that I had accidentally kicked you in the shin during a jig? I sincerely hate to say it, but watching you hop around awkwardly was rather humorous. Please forgive me for that.” Louisa shuddered when Bainbridge had explained that him dancing with her may cause intrigue. ”You seem to doubt my ability to get away from men. I would like to think that I am rather good at it.”
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Dance 3: With Edgar

Abigail laughed. “Oh of course I knew it was a joke, and what a fine one it is. You see I did the very exact thing you did … I saw an opportunity and took it to find how your name relates to you perfectly.” When he mentioned swordplay her face subtly fell from a smile to a worried and thoughtful expression. With the slightest mention of him sword fighting with his father, Abigails mind flashed with the memory of Bruce’s scar. It has only been a few minutes since she’s talked to him, but she wondered if he was alone now, and she wondered if his scar was aching him. Her thoughts were also focused on Edgar at the same time as they were telling her Not him too. Another man who flirts with danger, this one just wasn’t hurt as of yet … Or was he? He didn’t show you his body so you could notice if he was scarred or not. She snapped back to reality by him mentioning debates. It was like Edgar knew exactly which words worked like smelling salts for her. She smiled at the mention, and was too shy to suggest anything straight away. She was gathering courage to ask him if he would consider debating with her, but he asked her to dance before she mustered enough courage, so she decided to leave it for later. She smiled and nodded, put her hand up in a way so he could link his arm around hers and lead her to the dance floor. When they reached it she decided to fill him up on everything she hasn’t said yet as she now had ample time before the dance started.
"My Lord, I’m sorry about my silence just now … I was only preparing something to say. I do hope whatever sword you wield, you wield in defence. I havne’t much experience but I’ve seen one scar made by a sword tonight alone, and I don’t want anything like that to happen to a friend again. However, I am glad to hear you debate … I was wondering if you would like a counter argument to any argument you propose … and if you would be willing a friend like me to bring that counter argument? See, you’re not the only one fond of science and debates.

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Edgar smiled at Abigail’s words, nodding. ”Yes, very clever of you, Lady Brantley. I very much enjoy when people are able to match my wit. I believe it makes things more fun. Do you not agree? Abigail had seemed to space out, so Edgar waited patiently for her to return to reality. Once she did, he smiled, unable to resist a quip. ”Welcome back to reality, Lady Brantley.” He smiled at her. At her admission regarding swords, his face fell. ”I sincerely apologize if I have made you uncomfortable. If you wish, I shall not bring up sword fighting again. Please tell me if I make you uncomfortable an any way, either in my actions or words. It is never my attention to make you uncomfortable. I only wish for this time to be enjoyable for the both of us.” He was extremely glad when the subject had changed, his frown melting away. ”Certainly. There is one problem. I cannot think of a good argument at the time. If you may ask me later, I hope to have an argument. If you are able to come up with a good debate for the two of us, please tell me. You will soon find that I very much enjoy a battle of wits.”
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[Caticorn]

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Dance 3: Albina Northwick

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“She was quite charming indeed.” He responded, agreeing with her. “Though I am not the one she must charm. It is my mother whose opinion matters above all else.” He added. His marriage was not a matter of importance to his father, but his mother had made it evident last season that she had high standards for Finch’s future wife and would not let him marry just any girl.

However, there was no pressure on this dance with Albina because they already knew they wouldn’t be a match. Knowing he wouldn’t need her to impress his mother let Finch relax for at least one dance. “And of course, I am at your service as well, should you require my assistance.” He responded with a playful smile. He chuckled when she mentioned having expertise in discerning what ladies desire. “Now that is a subject I might require some guidance on.” He added, remembering a moment years ago when he had admittedly upset Aurelia by telling her that he valued the friendship he had with her. He hadn’t understood why until his sister lectured him on the correct words to use when speaking to women.

He listened as she told him about how her evening was going. “I am sorry to hear that,” He started after she had compared how awful the beginning of her evening was to the prior season. “If there is anything I can do to make it better, please let me know. I would not want you to feel as if the entire night was a disaster.” He told her, wanting to do whatever he could to make her night a little better. Albina was someone that Finch cared for, which meant that he did not like seeing her upset and would do whatever he could to cheer her up.

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@Jass - Albina

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@Bluecookies - Bridget

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“You know I enjoy the excuse to let go.” “As do I.” He responded.
“Unfortunately, the music is too slow for that now.” "Just becuase we’re doing something we both enjoy a bit slower than we would preffer to, doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy ourselves."Thankfully the song that started playing wasn’t as slow as they both believed it would be. Bainbridge smiled and they both started dancing. Louisa remebered the time she kicked him in the shin and he laughed at her. “How could I forget? I realized then you needed lessons. But you were still a good dancer then, I just didn’t realize how much English and French dances clashed when I knew nothing about French ones and you nothing about English ones. No forgiveness needed, it wasn’t on purpose and I can’t even say it was your fault not knowing the dance at the time.”
”You seem to doubt my ability to get away from men. I would like to think that I am rather good at it.” “I’m relieved. I sincerely thought I was doing you harm but it seems as if you can swat men off like flies. Do you find them as pesky as flies, do you think that’s a good comparrison?”

ORP: Slow dance lol … Did you not hear the song I put under his banner on the last one?

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Dance 3: with Louisa

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@Ouijaloveletters - Louisa

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dance three: baylor rutherford

“They definitely are.” Adeline said with a smile before her smile disappeared for a moment as she thought about her brother Atlas. Tonight was supposed to be about her and how she would find the man of her dreams, the man she would marry and bear children with. They would be able to fill that part of her heart that Atlas took with him when he decided to not be Adeline’s safe haven anymore.

Adeline shook her head, trying not to bring herself into that whole again, and smiled once more at Baylor as they danced, “I want my children to be respectful to everyone; I want them to have courage and not be afraid to fight for what they really want in their lives. They will obviously be proper children who can take responsibility for their own actions if they ever make a mistake. But above all that, I just want them to be happy and know they have someone who will always be there to love and protect them.” The other question he asked caught Adeline off guard, and she paused for a moment. She always dreamed of meeting her prince charming; she knew she wanted someone to be kind, honest, and respectful, but would that be enough for her to want to raise children with them? These thoughts took her back to a time when Adeline believed she was the happiest. It had been a while since she thought of him, because if she allowed herself to fully think of him once more, it would bring back a flood of emotions and memories that she had buried deep within her heart. It was a guilt she carried inside her for a very long time and probably always will. “I believe it would not be fair if I told you what qualities I look for in a man, Lord Baylor, as you may use my words to your advantage to deceive me.” She teased, followed by a giggle, as she attempted to silence her chattering mind from any further memories of her past.

“My primary goal was to find a compatible partner for matrimony who shares my values and aspirations. Love," "seemed like nothing more than a delightful and unexpected bonus. However, you, Lady Delaney, you might be able make me rethink my stance” Adeline blushed for the second time with her encounter with Baylor; she had to admit he was a man who knew how to make a lady feel special. His words carried a sincerity that Adeline hadn’t expected, causing her heart to flutter. Though she couldn’t forget his previous words about his goal of finding a compatible partner and love being just a bonus, she might have been taking his words out of context, but Adeline did not like to hear that at all, “It seems people these days do not seem to believe in love anymore, it is quite sad.” She replied nearly in hushed tones, disappointed, “If I may, Lord Baylor, I am seeking for a genuine connection tonight. I’m looking for a man who is actually yearning for love, not merely a compatible matrimonial companion, as you say. And I believe I cannot change your mind so quickly about this, so please, I beg that you do not waste my time if that is what you merely want from me tonight.”

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@Jass baylor

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Dance number three Finch Ridlington

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Albina listened attentively to Finch’s response, her curiosity piqued by his mention of his mother’s expectations for his future wife. She nodded in understanding as he explained the importance of his mother’s opinion. “Ah, the ever-watchful eye of a discerning mother,” Albina spoke with a knowing smile. “She is a formidable judge of character when it comes to matters of the heart, no doubt.” that last part came out sounding slightly more sarcastic than she had wanted. Albina had liked Finch’s mama, Edith Ridlington, but also very much felt she would not have been accepted by her if Finch and Albina would have enjoyed each others company as more than a friendship. She was not too bothered however, as it would never get that far. It was more general frustration, knowing that many mama’s of the ton would have a difficult time accepting her as the wife for their son. Many mama’s did not wish for such an independent, intelligent, adventurous and outspoken lady as Albina was.

As Finch offered his assistance and playfully admitted his need for guidance in understanding what ladies desire, Albina couldn’t help but smile. His charm and candidness were refreshing, and she appreciated his willingness to engage in lighthearted banter. “Thank you for your offer, Finch,” Albina replied with a genuine smile. “Well, here’s a little secret,” she replied with a playful glint in her eye. “I believe it begins with genuine kindness and a keen ear to listen. Listening and paying attention to what a lady says will most certainly make her feel special. It’s the small details that often matter most.” she chuckled a little bit as she said: “And I do believe an earnest compliment, one for each her appearance and her character, holds great worth in the eyes of any lady.”

Finch’s genuine concern for her well-being touched Albina, and she found herself genuinely grateful for his offer of assistance to make her night better. “You are too kind, Finch,” she replied sincerely. “Your company alone has already brightened my evening considerably. Your willingness to ensure my night isn’t a complete disaster is truly appreciated.” Albina’s mood had indeed improved since their dance had begun, and she couldn’t help but feel more at ease in Finch’s presence. The playful banter and genuine friendship they shared made the ballroom’s stifling atmosphere more bearable. “Yet, there is a matter I would like to discuss with you. It has not escaped notice that Lord Orpheus Langston made a rather hasty exit following the dance I shared with him. Do you reckon such a departure might adversely affect my prospects of securing a suitable match this season?” this had weighted on Albina’s shoulders since it had happened and her mother had confronted her with her actions. She was afraid she had ruined her chances, by her too familiar behaviour that caused him to walk away from her.

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@Caticorn- Finch
@DandelionKate - Orpheus mentioned

[Jass]

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Dance three Adeline Delaney

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Baylor listened attentively to Adeline’s heartfelt words as they danced, his gaze never leaving her. He admired her aspirations for her future children and nodded in agreement.
“Your desires for your future offspring are truly admirable, Lady Delaney. To raise children with such values. I have no doubt that you will be a wonderful mother someday.”

When she hesitated to answer his question about the qualities she sought in a man, Baylor smiled at her playful tease. “Ah, a fair point, Lady Delaney,” he replied with a sparkle in his eye.
“I assure you, I have no intention of deceiving you. It is merely a curious inquiry, and I appreciate your candor. So if you would allow me, I would be honored to present who I am, so you can see to which extend my personalities aligns with your wishes for a partner.” he gave her a smile, he truly thought she had made a fair point. He knew so much more about her at this point than she knew about him.
“I must confess that I am a man of rather serious and rational disposition. I find solace in the realm of logic and reason. While some may consider me reserved, it is not for a lack of passion or depth of feeling but rather a penchant for introspection and thoughtfulness,” he explained himself. “I value honesty, loyalty, and integrity above all else, and I believe in treating my partner with the utmost respect and kindness. Although I may appear reserved at first, I am a good listener and enjoy engaging in meaningful conversations that allow for a genuine connection to form. Furthermore, I envision sharing my love for nature with my future wife and our future children. Together, we shall embark on picturesque hikes and horseback rides. It is amidst the beauty of the natural world that I truly thrive, and I hope to instill in my family a profound appreciation for the wonders of the great outdoors.” he spoke with a smile on his face, his passion for the outdoors really shining through.

As Adeline blushed and responded to his earlier statement about finding a compatible partner, Baylor’s expression softened. Soon however her demeanor changed. He had spoken honestly about his intentions, but he couldn’t deny the sincerity in her words and the disappointment in her tone. Her plea not to waste her time struck a chord with him.

“Lady Delaney, I apologize if my words have caused any offense,” Baylor said, his tone earnest. “I-I” he now stuttered. There were so many things he wanted to tell her. He wanted to tell her the truth, that he was here talking to her as he just found himself enchanted by her. That he had his eyes on her only, that she was the only lady tonight he actually felt something for that could grow into more than a friendship. But he could not, he could not express his emotional side, he did not know how to. He couldn’t be so vulnerable with her. So he didn’t, instead he tried to explain himself from a more logical side, something he was more comfortable with: “You are right that love is a rare and precious thing, something you deserve, and I do not take it lightly. While my initial goal for the night may have been more pragmatic, it does not mean I am averse to the idea of love. In fact, I believe that love can grow from compatibility and shared values. What I meant to convey is that I seek a foundation of mutual respect and understanding first, and if true love blossoms from that, it would be a remarkable gift.”

He paused, searching her eyes for understanding. “I would never wish to waste your time, Lady Delaney. If there is a chance for a genuine connection to form between us, and believe me I most definitely could see that occur, I would be honored to explore it. And if not, I hope we can at least enjoy this dance and each other’s company for the evening.”

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@sunflowerjm - Adeline

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Abigail nodded in agreement with him, which was her answer to his question.
“I sincerely apologize if I have made you uncomfortable. If you wish, I shall not bring up sword fighting again.” “No, you don’t need to do that. Swords and fencing aren’t sore subjects for me, it’s just that you brought it up at an inopportune time. I just witnesed a friend with a scar made by a sword. The scar was healed nicely and almost faded away, but I still couldn’t keep my mind from wandering and imagining how it happened and … Forget I said anything, just take care with swords, I wouldn’t want another friend of mine to be on the wrong end of the sword. Will you promise me to only use it for defence and never offence?” The promise was more her wondering if he’s prone to violence and if he would use it if he ever got angry, seeing as she didn’t know him well enough to know if he is that kind of a man. Edgar seemed to be relieved to have the subject changed, and as much as Abigail wanted to suggest a sword or fencing related debate, prefarably about dangers of it or disadvantages … She saw how uncomfortable it was to him, so she decided to change the subject. “Well if I were to chose a debate topic from the top of my head, I would go with one related most to my family. You’re no doubt introduced to my family’s history with gambling … I would like to propose a debate where you and I both take different sides on the topic of legalizing gambling and certain games. I believe it should be legalized, what do you believe?” It’s weird to propose a debate and start asking for opinions during a dance, but that’s just Abigail.

@Ouijaloveletters - Edgar

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Edgar had visibly relaxed when Abigail had said it was ok to speak about sword fighting. ”Alright, I am very glad I have not made you uncomfortable. Thank you so much for being open with me. I believe that you have to be open with people in order to make friends with them. I do not wish to associate with those who are not truthful. I shall assume you are the same?” He asked, smiling reassuringly at her. He was very glad that she’d reassured him. He was the type to worry when people around him seemed upset. He would grow anxious and possibly panic, unsure of how to be comforting, mainly because he did not believe he was able to. Abigail had changed the subject to gambling, asking about if he thought it should be legalized. The awkward part? It would seem they shared the same idea. ”Lady Brantley, it is with amusement that I admit that we share the same idea. The way I see it, if you you wish to gamble, it is no one’s problem but yours. As with everything in life, only do it in moderation. Those are my thoughts on the matter.”
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“I agree completely Lord Fuller. However, I steer from being too open with people. If you open your arms wide enough you’re giving ample room for a dagger in your heart. I as well do not wish to associate with liars, cads or unruly men, but that doesn’t mean if a person is neither of those I should fully trust them based on that.”
When he agreed with her, which would make a debate impossible unless one of them take the side of the opposition, she blushed and said. “Of course, but what I think is that there wouldn’t be so much crime surrounding gamblings tables if it were legalized. Today there’s so much violence and crime surrounding gambling because it’s prohibited which means if you win a game you’re not entitled to obtainint the stakes and the money you won by any legal means, and you would have to obtain them in some other manner. That’s where the crime and violence come … And of course when it comes to cheating it’s not well planned either. If most gambling games were legalized, then rules and regulations would be put in place, and instead of gambling in full only cheating at such games would be illegal which … At least I believe so … would make the rates of crime and violence suddenly drop. And if you won some sort of money and the gambler who lost it didn’t pay up, the court could make him do so … God if it were like that in 1743 my family wouldn’t be brandishes with some of the harsh words and suggestions that follows us.”

@Ouijaloveletters - Edgar