Bridgerton | Official RP Thread

Kristi · 26 October 2023 19:41

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“And because they may be other ladies, does that mean I can’t be closer to you?” Harrison asked, his voice a teasing tone, “For why do you sell yourself so short? Yes, in deed they are many women who will make one curious, but are you not among those ladies? After all your situation is quite interesting and…” Harrison paused, trying to see if he could come up with the right words. Words that were pleasing to the ear and yet did not sound like complete flattery, words he knew would make one’s heart flutter, “And I am deeply curious of you- I have always been. You always did seem quite lost in a way, but not because of your visual impairment. You just did, like you don’t expect no one to speak with you.”

And Harrison knew that probably because she didn’t. Now, if Harrison said he related to her situation- he would be a liar. One of the biggest liars in existence, as Harrison had never known how it felt to be someone who people might not be inclined to talk to. He was Harrison Michelangelo Davis after all, a friend to many, enemy to few, and the ton’s biggest orb of chaos. He always made his presence known, always made you know he was there and made himself a vision of awe or incredibility.

As he had accidentally bumped into his sister and the man, the lady had asked if she was ok and Harrison had smilconfirmationmation- before remembering right she could not see. “I am more than ok, especially since I am with you, my good lady- ah but you are not my lady yet are you? Then I am not ok, because of that,” He whispered the last part, his lips curling into a foxy smile, as he pulled her closely, his ears twitching as he also listened to his sister’s conversation. His lips had curved into one of disapproval, hearing the word’s of the man dancing with his sister, and then back into a smile. He did have a resting smiling face after all.

“You were in Greece?” Harrison asked with fascination as after all, Greece was a nation that he enjoyed and Harrison had always been fascinated with everything greek- the greeks from the time of Homer and Aristotle, and the greeks from the time of now. Society, or at least European society was currently based on the structures influenced by the greeks and though Harrison was no hellenist, the greek myths intrigued him. Especially the god dionysus and Apollo. His two favorite gods- with him being more inclined to favor Dionysus. Considering… “Well, they are a lot of things hands can do” Harrison could not but make a comment on her wording which to him had an innuendo that he knew was not meant. He chuckled a little as he said that, shaking his head. Ah yes, that was a crude comment but Harrison could not help it.

“I do not believe you,” Harrison said at Bridget’s comment of her not being blessed with a beautiful, “Indeed, I do not know you so and yet I think I know you enough to know that this is a lie. Your singing voice must be lovely and you are simply doing what i notice you do; falling yourself short,” Harrison continued, 'Kids will not fall asleep to a monstrous voice after all, My brother Reid had tried to put the younger one’s to bed once and they were too frustrated with the sound of his voice to go to sleep," Harrison jested, “One day I shall you sing for me, and on that day I shall label you a liar in the nicest way I can.”

When the lady had said her favorite piece of art was Mr.Van Gog’s Starry Night- Harrison had wanted to ask how it could be her favorite if she could not see it. But that would have came across as rude, would it not? Perhaps she liked the texture of it? But don’t most paintings have the same texture? When she said it was what she had heard, Harrison raised a brow at that, but decided to simply go with it, “Ah, the person does seem to have nice taste but their taste is not the best if they told you it was Starry Night, my personal favorite is the Creation of Adam by my name sake- Michangelo”

@Bluecookies

benitz786 · 27 October 2023 04:04

Everything around her was a blur, and her mother’s sudden appearance on the balcony only added to the confusion. It served as a stark reminder that she needed to focus on more pressing matters. Those matters, of course, being the ongoing dance and the eligible bachelors present. She resolutely made her way back to the bustling party, pushing all thoughts that had troubled her earlier into the recesses of her mind. Though Orpheus lingered in her thoughts, Aurelia forcibly suppressed his memory and continued her evening with her customary smile firmly in place.

Her smile blossomed into genuine warmth during her next two dances. Lydia’s intuition had been on point about Atlas; there was something about the man that proved thoroughly intriguing. Engaging conversation, playful flirtation, and, Lia had to admit, a mastery of dance made the experience rather enjoyable.

Baylor, on the other hand, well, it was Baylor. He always made her giddy, and she adored him; her childhood horse-riding instructor, even if she was at odds with horse riding itself. She had never truly considered him as a match, but as her mother would say, this year was meant to challenge her previous ideals, and for the first time, she found herself giving him a second thought.

Nevertheless, the night was slowly winding down, and she found there being only one person left to dance with, Orpheus. However, before she could think any longer about the subject, she heard her name called by another. It was instantaneous, the nervousness about Orpheus slipping away as she saw her oldest friend.

“Azu!” Lia grinned, almost instantly wrapping her arms around the girl before her next words could even be said. She missed her. After all, after her siblings, Azu was the girl who was closest to Lia. She had been nervous about her upcoming dance with Orpheus due to their earlier interaction on the balcony, but seeing Azu lifted her spirits.

“How have you been, my dearest Azu? Pray, you must regale me with the latest events that have transpired in your life. I must say, your gown is absolutely brilliant, much like your own radiant self. And it appears your lovely hair have gained in length since we last convened. My gracious, there must be countless tales to discuss,” Lia enthused, her eyes gleaming with a childhood joy as she looked at her friend.

@raviola

@DandelionKate @Jass @sunflowerjm briefly mentioned

astxrism · 27 October 2023 18:36

{ during dance 4 / with Corin }

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Intrigued and cautious, Margaret meticulously contemplated her response, mindful of the figure before her. She was not one to easily divulge her own secrets, her guarded nature being an armor she wore with grace. Her inclination leaned more towards unlocking the enigma that was Mr. Blackwood, as she had little desire to delve deeply into her own background. Her eyes were locked onto his as she found herself caught in the magnetic pull of his presence, but for a moment she had to break that contact and let her gaze wander around the grand ballroom. The thought crossed her mind—could the faces in the room reveal more about the man before her? How were they observing their interaction, and would these observations shed light on the reason for his presence? There was only one logical explanation, given the venue: he was likely seeking a wife. So could she be stepping on someone’s feet by so curiously approaching the man, an act she never usually does… It’s rather odd for Margaret to take interest in anyone else and start a conversation, and yet there was something about Mr. Blackwood that had cracked the surface of her defenses, stirring a desire to unravel his mysteries.

With a serene smile, she gently replied and drew her attention back to him, [color=“#e9a189”]”Margaret.“[/color]
[color=”#e9a189”]”I’m lady Margaret, and it’s my pleasure to meet your acquaintance.“[/color] Her introduction offered him the essential information, though she deliberately avoided any mention of her family or family name, a subject she preferred to avoid in such encounters. Her posture, though elegant and poised, revealed a softening, a willingness to engage in this enigmatic exchange - one thing letting her do it. “However certain you may be, I am afraid England holds little to captivate me. At least, it did not use to…”

Forgive her presumption that his comment was directed at her, but it gave her an opportunity to use that for her own advantage and possibly find out more about the…Not Lord in front of her. [color="#e9a189”]”As you mentioned, England may not have held its charm for you in the past,“[/color] Margaret began, allowing a subtle curiosity to lace her words. If nothing, the word would get to her parents that she was not avoiding anyone as she was planning to do this evening. ”But I can’t help but wonder what might have shifted your perspective… Lor- I apologise, Mr. Blackwood?“ Her words retained their gentle and inviting tone, and her warm smile remained firmly in place. She tried to redirect the conversation, poised to uncover the layers of the mystery.

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@/DandelionKate - so bad ew sorry

astxrism · 27 October 2023 20:25

{ dance 4 / with Lydia }

“Like sister, like brother…” or words to that effect. Archibald, better known as Archie, was not eagerly anticipating this day, nor was he consumed by the desire to win a lady’s heart and join the ranks of the married. You see, Archie loved the fact he is not the oldest one in the family, he found solace in the absence of expectations and the absence of pressure that had fallen upon his elder brother Benjamin. Unlike his brother, who appeared to embrace the attention, Archie cherished the freedom to steer his life’s course. As he examined himself in a narrow mirror located in the big ballroom, his attire impeccable, the truth was that Archie was content. He wore the signs of a gentleman – the well-tailored vest of dark midnight blue, polished boots that gleamed under the candlelight of the ballroom. However, there was no sense of urgency, no fervent pursuit of a future spouse. Truth be told, he was partaking in this social dance for one person alone: Margaret. If their family was pressuring her to find herself a suitable partner then he couldn’t let her do it alone… he couldn’t let her pretend she was listening to them… on her own. Where is the fun in that? Archie could also use a little fun.

But let me share with you a little secret - as much as he didn’t mind pretending he desired to win a lady’s heart, he hated dancing even more. It wasn’t so much that he loathed it; rather, he was utterly clueless when it came to the art of dancing. If you wanted to say Acrhie had some weaknesses that would undoubtedly be among them. Thus, when he and his sister finally arrived at the ball, a slight family situation causing their tardiness, he was pleased to observe that most ladies had already filled their dance cards. This meant he could get himself comfortable, partaking in a bit of drinking and engaging in lively conversations with his friends. Yes, his family would love to hear who he fancied this night but he was sure he had plenty of time to worry about that. He could spare one silly little dance.

Seeking out a drink, a cheap-tasting one if he may add, Archie managed to locate a quiet corner away from the bustling crowd. He leaned against a wall, quietly observing the spectacle that unfolded before him. Oh how eager some of them were. Wasting their early years to… what? This? What were they so eagerly pursuing? This elaborate courtship ritual, all in the pursuit of a woman to adorn their homes like a trophy, while they go on and do things their wives will never be involved in?

Now do not get him wrong, Archie’s perspective on love and marriage was far removed from this norm. It was not what he envisioned for himself, nor was it his current priority. Instead, his focus lay back at home, occupied by a personal experiment. His intention was not to squander any lady’s time, for he felt he lacked something truly indispensable for them. He feared that he could not provide the attention and devotion they deserved, and that was why, for now, he refrained from engaging in any deeper connections. However, it was not to say he didn’t have his share of fun with the ladies, for he is, after all, a man. But that’s a topic for another time.

However the fun had to come to an end as he caught the gaze of lovely Lady Lydia and her mother, his stomach immediately dropping. It appeared that he did not possess as much time to idle away here as he had initially presumed, he wasn’t present merely for ornamental purposes. Nevertheless, the gentle and somewhat awkward smile Lady Lydia have him calmed Archie down a little as he started making his way toward the girl. Another disclaimer I have to make - no, he was not nervous because he was about to talk to a lady but because it was probably expected from him to dance. Dance. Anything but dancing.

As soon as he approached the girl, before he even got a chance to start the greetings, Archibald, found himself in the midst of a unique situation and regarded Lady Lydia with an amused expression. He had watched her brief detour to the orchestra and the change in the musical atmosphere with a degree of fascination. As she returned to him, he greeted her inquiry with a polite nod of his head, his expression staying rather stoic but beneath that composed facade, he harbored a genuine sense of intrigue in response to the young lady’s unexpected action. [color=“#7d8270”]”Lord Hastingtson it is, Lady Lydia,“[/color] he responded with a formal tone, subtly letting her know that he was fully aware of her identity. He followed this with a warm smile that tugged at the corners of his lips, though he attempted to conceal his amusement. [color=”#7d8270”]“No need for apologies, my lady,”[/color] he continued. [color="#7d8270”]“I must admit I doubt it could get livelier than this. We should all be very grateful for your intervention.”[/color]

[color="#7d8270”]”I do wonder, though,“[/color] Archie remarked with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, ”How does one entirely transform this into a delightful affair? I’m afraid I might require a little demonstration.“

@novella - Lydia

Caticorn · 27 October 2023 22:28

Dance 4: Ilyas Josiah Keats

The man, who introduced himself as Lord Ilyas Keats, did not seem to be upset by their collision. Instead, he responded in a way that made Priti blush. Not that it was difficult to do so. She was relieved that he was not angry, as she wouldn’t have wanted her moment of clumsiness to dissuade a potential suitor. “It can be quite effective sometimes, yes.” She agreed with a shy smile. “Though, I can assure you that I am usually quite agile.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lord Keats.” She responded, keeping her eyes locked with his. There was something enticing about him and Priti wanted to keep speaking with him to figure out exactly what it was. “How have you been finding your evening so far? Has it been enjoyable?” She asked, wishing to keep speaking with him. She also wished to dance with him, though she worried that it would be too forward or improper for her to ask him instead of them other way around.

@Madilfill - Ilyas

Ouijaloveletters · 28 October 2023 00:28

Edgar smiled at her. It was somewhat embarrassing to admit that he’d actually recited poetry to the sunrise, but well…it could be considered romantic. Edgar thought, at least. Maybe he just sounded like a weirdo, but he was doing his best. ”I shall let you know the response when we next meet. I would invite you to join me, but I would not blame you for not wishing to awaken before sunrise just to watch the sunrise. It does get rather chilly in the early morning before the sunrise.” When the conversation of smells he enjoyed came up, Edgar nodded. “Of course. I believe that everyone has a smell that they love. Another smell I enjoy is the smell of aged wine. Both smelling and drinking it are ban enjoyable past time. I happen to be a bit of a self proclaimed wine connoisseur.” He chuckled when Albina asked if he’d had any epiphanies while zoned out. ”I hate to admit, as much to myself as to you, I sadly have not had any epiphanies while watching the wall.” Edgar somehow blushed even harder, if it was possible. ”Lovely. When possible, send me a letter letting me know when you would wish to come to our estate. Assuming I am not busy, I shall welcome you with open arms.” Calming down yet again, Edgar quietly exhaled. Women were going to be the death of him, he knew it. ”I believe that all should be open to learning new things. If you are not open to learning new things, you will get nowhere in life.” A spark ignited in Edgar’s eye at the idea of Albina being a demanding teacher. “Not to worry, I am sure I can keep up. I do very much enjoy a challenge.”
@Jass - Albina

Jass · 28 October 2023 19:25

Ending dance number four Edgar Füller, pre-dance five Bruce Armstrong

Albina smiled warmly at Edgar’s response, appreciating his consideration. “Thank you. I appreciate the thought of joining you for a sunrise, but you’re right; early mornings can be quite chilly, and my fondness for warm beds tends to keep me under the covers at such hours.” Her playful side emerged as she leaned in slightly, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “However, I might just be tempted to make an exception for such a poetic endeavor. So, who knows, one day you might find me by your side, enjoying the beauty of a sunrise and the verses it inspires.” Her playful tone conveyed a sense of intrigue, leaving the possibility open.

As the conversation about favorite smells continued, Albina listened attentively. His love for the scent of aged wine seemed to pique her curiosity even more, as it was something she had not known about him nor would have guessed. “Aged wine does have a distinctive and pleasant aroma, I can’t deny that,” she agreed with a gentle nod. “You do have a refined taste, I must say.” Then a playful smile returned, " But a self-proclaimed connoisseur, you say? I’m intrigued. Perhaps we ought to put your connoisseur skills to the test someday. When I visit your estate for the medical pamphlets, I shall bring my finest wine, and you can impress me with your expertise. How does that sound?" Albina did not drink wine often, but she enjoyed the finer wines from time to time. She then spoke in a more serious tone again, “Speaking of studying the pamphlets, I shall send word ahead of my visit, and I’ll greatly look forward to your warm welcome.”

Albina could not help but feel a bit touched by the words Edgar spoke next, it really made her excited to know she had someone like him in her life. Albina’s eyes lit up with excitement and a hint of admiration as she responded to Edgar, “Lord Edgar, you’ve just made my day with those words! The passion for learning is an attribute I truly appreciate in a person. The idea of exploring new horizons and constantly expanding one’s knowledge is, in itself, quite thrilling.” She couldn’t help but feel a surge of admiration and connection to Edgar’s shared enthusiasm for learning. Her playful spirit shone through as she added with a teasing glint in her eye, “Who knows, we might end up competing to see who can master a new skill first. Me obtaining medical knowledge, you playing an instrument. An enjoyable challenge, wouldn’t you agree?” She knew it was not a fair challenge, as she was greatly at an advantage, it was much easier to study some pamphlets that obtain the skill to play an instrument, however, she enjoyed the idea of it being a competition too much not to say those words.

With that, their dance came to an ending. “I look forward to our future meetings, Lord Edgar” she said as she looked him directly into his eyes. She loved Edgar’s company, he offered her the mental stimulation she so desired, and even if she enjoyed playfully flirting with him, she was not quite sure whether she could actually see him as an option for marriage. At that moment, she saw a face that surprised her was her tonight. “And I most enjoyed our dance. But if you would politely excuse me now.”

Approaching Bruce still feeling a slight air of surprise, she extended a gracious nod and offered a polite smile, her words tinged with curiosity. “Bruce, I must inquire, what has brought you to this gathering?” Her voice carried a hint of playful surprise. “Investigating another case amidst the ton so early into the season? You certainly don’t let the grass grow under your feet, do you?” She allowed a soft, amused chuckle to escape her lips as her gaze subtly swept over his attire, using only her eyes to look at him. After a brief moment she said, “My apologies, I seem to have been hasty in my judgment,” she continued, a realization dawning in her eyes. “Indeed, I notice now, you are a part of the season, a most delightful revelation, I must admit.” she said, her voice carrying genuine enthusiasm. Maybe now she could get to know Bruce even better in a more socially acceptable manner, because she had never been able to share their previous meetings with anyone. It would not have been accepted, her, a lady, meeting alone with a man who was not even of nobility. She was well aware interacting with Bruce here might also come with its risks for that reason, but she felt confident enough that Bruce understood the social intricacies of high society to not put her standing at risk.

@Ouijaloveletters - Edgar
@Bluecookies - Bruce

Ouijaloveletters · 28 October 2023 20:06

Edgar had nodded, completely agreeing with Albina. ”If you would so like, I can certainly bring up bedding in order so make a sort of bed. That can keep us warm. I could also bring up refreshments. We could make a very nice time of it. Just make sure to get an early night the day before.” Edgar chuckled warmly. His eyes lit up when Albina suggested she bring some wine for him to try. ”If you are offering, whom am I to refuse your kind offer? I fear the medical pamphlets will not make up for the wine, yet I suppose you can be the judge of that. I quite enjoyed reading the pamphlets, if anything.” When Albina stated he’d made her day, he smiled bashfully. ”You truly flatter me. Thank you very much for your kind words.” Edgar smiled again. ”I have no doubt that you shall certainly win the competition, yet I shall still engage. Even if I do not win, fun will be had all around, and that can be the greatest prize. Albina had said she’d enjoyed his company, politely excusing herself. Edgar bowed, kissing her hand yet again. ”I have had a lovely time, lady Albina. I hope you enjoy your next dances as much as I have enjoyed ours.”
@Jass - Albina
Approachable

novella · 28 October 2023 21:21

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Truly, Lydia’s intervening to the orchestra had been an act of retaliation. Interrupting her conversation with Atlas to take her to yet another meaningless suitor had left her exasperated. Despite that bitterness remaining, Lydia met Archie’s gaze with a charming smile. “Ah it seems we have no use for introductions — a Lord who knows his ladies, how fortunate we are tonight,” She responded with a playful tone, to not only break past the awkward formalities that usually came at the start of conversation, but to prevent her current frustrations to be taken out on a stranger. “Dare I assume this isn’t your first season?” She inquired. Lydia wasn’t awfully acquainted with the Hastingston family; for her efforts with the youngest, Margaret, had always fallen short for whatever reason - despite their similarities. Though she wouldn’t let it deter her from trying with the now-acquainted brother.

“Believe me, it is my pleasure,” She told him in a reassuring manner. “I cannot fathom how anyone can put up with beautifully played- yet strikingly similar sounding- scores through the entirety of the night,” Lydia continued; though failing to mention that the music was only a small fraction of what may drive people to madness in this setting. However Lydia’s attention was caught by a previous statement. “You believe this is the liveliest?” She challenged, raising her eyebrows. “The night is still young, my Lord.”

Considering her assumption that this wasn’t Archibald’s first season, it took Lydia by surprise that he required her initiation to begin the dance. Nevertheless, Lydia contrasted his hesitation with assertion. While her intentions had been to lead him to the dance floor, her attention was taken by waitstaff with more drinks. Truthfully Lydia needed this more than he did, but she wouldn’t let that be told to him. “My trick to navigating these events with grace,” She offered, before taking two from the tray and extending an arm towards him.

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@.astxrism Archibald Hastingston

raviola · 29 October 2023 06:07

Lady Dorothea agreed as she referred to their unfamiliarity. “How unfortunate that may be that I am only now meeting such a kindred spirit as you.” He flattered her. In his homeland, Nikhil was known for his duty of letting many down slowly, however, it was for that reason that when he did hold affection for a particular woman, he delivered what was expected and more. Openly, he did have a unique sentience for romantic emotion, enamored in a way that was not standard to high society and the arranged future father had planned for him. Nikhil was a free-spirit, at heart, and upon the chance to choose whom he desired, one could tell his love had been a conscious decision.

Dorothea Addington. The name reverbrated through his mind as he attempted to make a note of it, knowing to ask for her name upon future request to seek a maiden. She returned the compliment and he smiled softly. Many say the quickest way to a man’s heart is his stomach, and although Nikhil did appreciate a meal of quality, her validation of his confidence melted on his skin as if it were honey soaking into his pores, soaking through his skin into the bloodstream. For him, flattery was a cupid’s bow through his chest.

“I suppose I should not retaliate, Lady Addington.” He accepted her assurance, referring to the woman by her last name. He believed it to be adequate considering the speech in the region. “It would be an offense to refuse your excellence.” Nik added, transitioning as the music began. He gave her one hand, and placed the other gently to her waist. Her small, thin frame held a softness to it, and he could feel the curvature above her hips. It made him a bit nervous internally, shy as to being so close with a woman. He was not accustomed to the feeling until they begun to dance. Thankfully, he had taken ballroom dancing lessons from a friend before arriving in England, so he had found himself to be satisfactory in his rhythm.

The lady made conversation with him as they danced, and he took his attention away from footwork and into her eyes. “As many others, I have been searching for a… companion.” He answered her question, honestly, attempting not to say wife. The ideal of committing to a life with someone was not a shameful topic of discussion for them, however, Nikhil did not simply wish for child-bearing hips to breed noble children. Perhaps he may have been a bit unrealistic for thinking this way, but Nikhil was not disposed to take anything less than a love match. He did not sail across seas dreaming of the same life he was destined for in his native land which he left, he needed more. He needed a reason to stay here.

@cerealkiller

Before Azu had a chance to react, or pull away in some manner, the girl pulled her into a tight embrace. Instinctively, she yearned to return it, giving in to her love for her dearest friend and act as if they had last spoken yesterday and their relationship was perfect. In Azu’s mind, it sometimes still was, and when she would feel lonely she imagined going over to the Ellis estate and brewing tea to share as they could speak of topics as mundane as the weather and feel as though it were the most fascinating and productive conversation possible because they were speaking with each other. That was Azucena’s voice in her head, though.

At some point in time, however, Azucena had died, the fields of her soul running dry and barren. And Lillith emerged from murky waters, as a lotus born to endure the torments of its natural habitation. There was malice in the dark green of her nature, and poison saving her from this kindness she knew to be ingenuine.

Azucena believed herself to have deciphered Aurelia’s betrayal. The one thing she could not comprehend was why the fellow lady had shifted so strongly in her attitude toward Azu. Lia would have said something if she had made a mistake, asking patiently for an apology or some sort sort or discussion to reach a mutual understanding for their issue. Did she provoke something for her to allure Harrison? Was she distancing herself from guilt? Or was this because of the events taking place after…

The girl let Aurelia hold her, anxious until she could pull away, not returning the embrace. She forced herself to be just as cordial. “I have found myself alright. I had missed you, my friend.” She admitted with a hint of aggression in her words asking did you not miss me? did you miss me so much that you had forgotten me? what happened to us?

Thankfully, Azucena held the strength to not entertain the banter Aure attempted to initiate. Still, she had to say more in order to prevent the interaction from dwelling. No, she was not intending to thank her for the left-handed compliments she spoke. Instead she simply agreed. “I returned to Spain for a bit!” Azu attempted, pausing. “Countless tales indeed…” She said awkwardly, pleading for her to give some sort of explanation for her disappearance. Please Lia, just one reason why and this may end, we can run off to the garden and I will share everything you wish to know, everything no one does, please just come back to me as the woman I believed you to be.

@benitz786

CerealKiller · 29 October 2023 11:21

Dance IIIII • With Nikhil

As Nikhil flattered her with his words, Dorothea couldn’t help but be charmed by his open and genuine demeanor.

With a teasing glint in her eye, Dorothea replied, “How unfortunate indeed, Lord Nikhil, that we haven’t crossed paths sooner. But perhaps fate has a curious way of orchestrating such encounters, wouldn’t you say?” Her words were infused with a playful elegance, inviting him to continue their conversation.

As the music began to envelop them in its enchanting embrace, Dorothea accepted his offered hand and placed her other gently on his shoulder, allowed him to place his other hand gently on her waist, letting herself to be guided by the rhythm of the dance. She noted the gentleness in his touch, and it made her smile with a playful hint of mischief.

With a twinkle in her eyes, she continued their conversation. “A companion, you say?” she mused, her voice soft and filled with intrigue.
The careful choice of his words didn’t escape Dorothea’s attention. She couldn’t help but admire Lord Nikhil’s deliberate use of the term “companion,” rather than something more transactional like “wife.”
In her view, the word “companion” carried a deeper connotation, one of equality and partnership, of two individuals walking side by side on an equal footing. It implied a relationship built on shared interests, respect, and mutual understanding, rather than a rigid role defined solely by societal expectations.

“A noble pursuit indeed, I must say,” she responded with a gentle nod. Her eyes held a spark of curiosity as she continued, “and quite the intriguing choice of word,” she added with a subtle, intrigued smile.

@raviola Nikhil

DandelionKate · 30 October 2023 20:02

Dance #4 with Adeline DeLaney ~ongoing~

Adeline extended her hand, their fingers interlacing as Orpheus pulled her to the dance floor with the other couples. Without missing a beat, Orpheus synced their movements to the rhythm of the soft strings that hummed throughout the ballroom. Their chords seemed to reverberate off of the walls, echoing in a taunting reminder of all that Orpheus still longed for, all that he had lost, and all that was yet to be.

Orpheus found a peace in Adeline’s presence again, a gentle sort of nurturing spirit that soothed his tormented and aching heart. For a moment, he felt himself pulled from the darkness, placed back into his own mind, and given the space to finally breathe again.

[color= #E7D27C] “Please tell me, are you alright? Is there anything I can do to make this night better for you?” [/color] Adeline’s voice came as a gentle melody, a medicine for Orpheus’ tired ears to perceive.

Orpheus no longer had to force his smile, although still pained, the grin on his face spread naturally, as smoothly as Adeline’s voice had entered his mind.

[color= #BC0057] “You already have…” [/color] Orpheus breathed, smiling as he twirled her around.
Suddenly the music picked up its rhythm, the somber pull of string replaced by an excited sequence of quick notes in succession, forcing the pace of the dance to quicken.

[color= #BC0057] “Just dance with me!” [/color] Orpheus laughed, pulling her along faster and faster as they danced in time to the music.

As they swirled in a silent blur, nearly bouncing as they moved across the floor, Orpheus’ hands tightened around Adeline to help her keep the pace.

The scene reminded Orpheus of their younger years, a much smaller Adeline sitting in the tree outside of her house. Orpheus had thought how strange it was to have a small room in a tree, yet he had met Adeline there frequently once he found her alone. She would sit and cry in the small room for so long that one day Orpheus had finally had enough. At the young age of 13, Orpheus pulled Adeline from her spot in the trees, forcing her feet back to the ground, connecting her back to the world around her. Orpheus held her tight, having her stand on his own feet, gently humming and swaying, using the basic steps of rhythm and dance to lull her from her cries. They were so small back then. It seemed like a lifetime ago.

He had pulled her from the heavens and given her a place to stand. Now, he couldn’t help but cherish the feeling of freedom that came with being in her arms tonight, a testament to their enduring friendship and the shared nostalgia that danced in every step they took together.

As the song slowed back down again, a small pause between beats was all that was needed for the space in sound to be filled with a deep growl. Orpheus’ brows furrowed as he looked to Adeline, looked down to her stomach, then back up.

[color= #BC0057] “You didn’t eat, did you?” [/color] He asked, his hands falling from hers. Adeline often preoccupied her mind with the thoughts of others, not too dissimilar to many other ladies of the ton, except her care for others opinions seemed to reach far beyond the norm. It was days like these that Adeline might often forget to eat, and her brother being as absent as he often was, did nothing to disuade her terrible habits.

[color= #BC0057] “Come on.” [/color] Orpheus sighed, a gentle smile on his face to comfort her as he took her hand again and led her off the dance floor. Without a word or hesitation, because he knew she might refuse him, Orpheus led Adeline to the snack table.

[color= #BC0057] “Let us see if there is anything worthy of my diamond.” [/color] Orpheus smiled, looking through the table to see if there was anything Adeline might enjoy.

[color= #BC0057] “Here. You like strawberries. Try these.” [/color] He handed her a small plate of fruits and gently pulled her behind him. Standing as wide as he could, Orpheus used his body and the wall beside them to shield Adeline from public view for just a moment. Enough time for her to eat without being watched, without being judged, and without worrying about being watched or judged.

[color= #BC0057] “You will surely fall on empty mind and fainted feet if you do not soothe your angry stomach. Just a few bites. For me.” [/color] Orpheus offered a reassuring smile, taking a bite of a macaron himself so she might feel more at ease with someone else eating too. Despite the gnawing ache in his own stomach from the alcohol, Orpheus had not eaten much either. Perhaps a snack would be a welcomed break for them both.

mentioned:
Adeline (@sunflowerjm)
Atlas

DandelionKate · 1 November 2023 02:12

Dance #2 (4) with Margaret Hastingston ~ongoing~

Corin’s mind spun from the confusing mix of intrigue and guilt. There had been no woman since his departed that held his gaze in such a way. The mere thought of attraction repulsed him, and yet here he stood, his eyes glued to the woman in front of him.
The way her own eyes held secrets that begged to be unraveled and her smile hinted at stories yet untold stirred a sense of curiosity within him. Yet, like a traveler stepping into uncharted territory, he also treaded carefully, fully aware of their current position in society.

[color= #e9a189] “But I can’t help but wonder what might have shifted your perspective… Lor- I apologise, Mr. Blackwood?” [/color] Margaret’s voice hinted at a soft flirtation, one Corin could barely stomach. Yet, he needed to win a woman of such import, and perhaps Margaret would be a suitable partner in the future.

Corin contemplated his response, not expecting to be asked on his newfound interest in the country. The question of whether he should share his true thoughts on her beauty, on how captivating she was, or how her radiance had ignited a fire he had long since put out lingered in his mind.

He thought against it.

With a cool smirk and a composed tone, Corin replied as diplomatically as he always had.

[color= #0E6251] “I simply mean the intrigue of the night has certainly opened my mind to future prospects in England, my lady.” [/color] Corin’s face was nearly unreadable, a dignified expression marked by years of practice and rehearsed lines with his father. Never a hair out of place. Never a word not premeditated. There was little room for error in the Blackwood family. At least, there used to be.

[color= #0E6251] “Tell me, Lady Margaret, you inquire about my own interests and travels, yet have told me little of yourself. Including your family name…” [/color] Corin glanced her up and down, very aware of her approach and word choice. She was speaking for an end goal, and she knew his name and visage before he had noticed her own, therefore, she had reason for this encounter. Corin was observant in many ways, as he had to be in foreign countries. Many men and women attempted feigned approaches and woeful fables to con him out of his fortune. A woman approaching him with knowledge of his name, and no mention of a family relation, at a ball for the season of matches was not only strange, but skillfully withheld.

Yet, she moved with a grace that caught the eye and sparked intrigue, her eyes revealing depths uncharted. The allure of her charm was undeniable, and he couldn’t help but feel drawn to the confidence she embodied. However, caution tempered his fascination, for he knew that behind the elegance and smiles of such gatherings often lay concealed complexities. It was the balance between curiosity and the wariness of the unknown that defined his response.

[color= #0E6251] “Perhaps, I shall coax out answers of my own…over a dance?” [/color] Corin extended his right hand, willing it to still against the anxiety ridden shakes it normally held. His left hand moved to his pocket, gripping the matchbox that laid within it, attempting to calm himself.

Suddenly a swirl of hair caught his eyes. A soft flash of features that sent his heart tumbling to his stomach. It couldn’t be…had she grown that much…he felt his eyes linger a moment too long, his lips nearly parting to call out to the figure that flickered by. In the very same instant, however, she was gone, blurred back into the swarm of the laughing and dancing crowd around them.

Corin quickly turned his attention back to Margo, mentally chastising himself for continually forgetting his father’s teachings.

He had not danced since Arista.
He had thought he never would again.
And yet here he was, with a woman whose beauty he resented for pulling his mind from his past love, offering a hand for a dance he swore he’d never step, in a country filled with nobles of whom he despised most of all.

mentioned:
Margo (@astxrism)
Lyd (@novella)

Bluecookies · 1 November 2023 22:29

“And because they may be other ladies, does that mean I can’t be closer to you?” Harrison asked, his voice a rather teasing tone, “For why do you sell yourself so short? Yes, indeed they are many women who will make one curious, but are you not among those ladies? After all your situation is quite interesting and…” Harrison had paused, but before she could respond he spoke up again, "And I am deeply curious of you- I have always been. You always did seem quite lost in a way, but not because of your visual impairment. You just did, like you don’t expect no one to speak with you.” It was indeed news to her to hear that Earl Davis had always been curious of her, blushing she crafted her response, “I simply meant that I am sure there are other far more exceptional ladies here with whom a man could share all aspects of his life with, including the beauty of the world he could explore with her but more importantly the beauty of the home and hearth they have built together. I am not sure I can claim that I am in any way interesting, Earl Davis.”

He then spoke of her feeling lost in a certain way. “I just-” Bridget took a small breath, “If I may, My Lord…I suppose that I have just, shall we say ‘come to terms’ with my inability to see and that in so doing came to the conclusion that I am not what men look for in a wife. I did not wish to even attend this or be a part of any season, if I am to speak truth. So I…withdraw and keep to myself, engaging in my hobbies and praying that I am not a burden to my family.” By now a small tear had made it halfway down her cheek, “Forgive me, My Lord, this is most improper, I offer my sincerest apologies.” “I am more than ok, especially since I am with you, my good lady- ah but you are not my lady yet are you? Then I am not ok, because of that,” He had whispered the last part as he had pulled her closer to him. Bridget laughed softly, “Oh, my!”

They danced for a few moments before he struck up conversation again, “You were in Greece?” Harrison asked with fascinated tone. “Yes, I was and since then have fell in love with the country. I simply enjoy the more loose and flowing attire as I can feel the gentle coolness of the wind against my skin, I can smell the saltiness of the ocean air wafting from the coast, feel the potter’s clay beneath my hands as it spins on the wheel, hear the vendors in the marketplace selling everything from spices to fabric. It is truly a beautiful, vibrant city.”

The conversation had then returned to hobbies, Bridget smiled softly, “No, my lord, I have not been graced with such a voice, I do however sing to my younger siblings when they need to sleep.” “I do not believe you,” Harrison replied in reference to her comment, “Indeed, I do not know you so and yet I think I know you enough to know that this is a lie. Your singing voice must be lovely and you are simply doing what I notice you do; falling yourself short,” Harrison continued, 'Kids will not fall asleep to a monstrous voice after all, My brother Reid had tried to put the younger ones to bed once and they were too frustrated with the sound of his voice to go to sleep," Harrison jested, “One day I shall ask you to sing for me, and on that day I shall label you a liar in the nicest way I can.” Color had once again flushed her cheeks at such a compliment, “While I do disagree with your sentiment, I cannot debate with you for I will agree the children do seem to find it…soothing at the very least.” She chuckled at the anecdote of his brother Reid before blushing at his declaration of asking her to sing for him one day.“One day, perhaps, My Lord.”

As they danced the conversation shifted back once again to the subject of the Arts, well painting in particular. “Ah, the person does seem to have nice taste but their taste is not the best if they told you it was Starry Night, my personal favorite is the Creation of Adam by my name sake- Michaelangelo.” “I cannot claim to have seen it.” A small laugh escaped her lips before correcting herself, “Heard of it, I should say. I have not heard of it.”

@Kristi ~ Earl Davis

benitz786 · 2 November 2023 04:36

The smiles Aurelia offered to her suitors were a stark contrast to the one she reserved for her dearest friend. The former were artful, a careful facade constructed to fulfill her mother’s desires and… and her own aspirations. However, the smile she bestowed upon Azucena was genuine, unburdened by ulterior motives. This smile was a rarity, glimpsed by only a select few. Azucena had the privilege of witnessing it frequently. Their bond was profound, akin to the ties of blood, and Aurelia regarded Azu as more than a friend; she was a sister. They had grown up side by side, sharing every experience life had thrown at them, and their connection was unbreakable.

Had Aurelia been more attentive, she might have discerned the unfamiliar expression on Azucena’s face. It was a look she had seen directed at others within the ton, but it had never been cast upon her. However, her attention was held captive by the prospect of sharing a moment free from the weight of the social season. The season was demanding, suffocating almost. Thankfully, Aurelia and her mother were in harmony when it came to their perspective on finding a suitable marriage this season. Their shared expectations were not the issue, but the ceaseless pressure. The entire season had been a relentless stressor, compounded by her longing for her lost memories. Today alone had brought its own set of pressures, from Lydia’s antics jeopardizing potential matches to the complex dynamics with Harrison, Ilyas, and Orp… no… there were more important… thoughts. For now, Aurelia chose to focus on her friend, even if the clock was already counting down until her next dance.

The moment Azucena pulled away from the embrace, Aurelia felt the weight of the unease that had loomed over her throughout the day. This unease was ever-present during conversations with people who knew her past, which she couldn’t recall. The tone of her old friend’s voice, as she muttered, “I have found myself alright. I had missed you, my friend,” bore a striking resemblance to the expressions of others who had conversed with her. It was as if she had unwittingly committed an unforgivable offense, akin to even the murder of one’s cherished pet. Of all the interactions she had endured, this one hurt the most. Harrison, Ilyas, and the rest didn’t truly affect her; their encounters had already slipped from her memory. Yet this, this cut deeper and left her in pain.

The conversation had faltered, and it wasn’t as effortless as it had been during their youth. Aurelia couldn’t help but wonder why. Had she, in her past, committed some grave offense that had wounded her friend? As much as she longed to recover her memories, she found herself grappling with a sense of resentment toward the person she used to be. That person, the one who had interacted with children from the Davis and Keats families without a care, the one who had fallen out of favor with her closest friend, the one who had failed to impart enough wisdom to her younger sister to prevent her from jeopardizing her own future… If that’s the person Aurelia Ellis used to be, then maybe it was better for her to never remember that girl. In her mind, that girl didn’t deserve her memories.

For a moment, Aurelia drew closer to the girl in front of her, driven by the instinct to comfort, but she restrained herself as she sensed that Azu wasn’t receptive to the interaction. With a carefully masked smile, she whispered under her breath, reaching out to her old friend for the second time. Whatever had transpired between them, surely they could work through it, couldn’t they?

“Azu, I must inquire… Is our friendship intact? Have I committed some offense that I am not aware of, which has distressed you? Your present demeanor is so unlike the past, and it appears that today I have become the subject of disapproval for many… I long for our friendship to withstand these trials.”

Aurelia’s voice carried a touch of vulnerability, a depth of emotion that her façade as a poised debutante couldn’t quite conceal. In the midst of the elegant dance, here were the authentic feelings of a woman yearning for the connections she had lost, seeking to rebuild what was fractured.

@raviola

Bluecookies · 3 November 2023 08:46

“Bruce, I must inquire, what has brought you to this gathering?” A feminine voice carrying a hint of playful surprise spoke up from behind him. Without skipping a beat or turning to face the familiar voice, Bruce replied, “Mademoiselle, vous parlez comme si nous nous étions déjà rencontrés…though I can assure you we have not. I happen to have quite the memory.” “Investigating another case amidst the ton so early into the season? You certainly don’t let the grass grow under your feet, do you?” “Is that what they say about me, here, in London? Hmm, I suppose if there is no rest for the wicked why should I rest either?” He had since turned around and noticed her eyes no doubt analyzing his attire and smirked with amusement, "Ich kenne diesen Look nur zu gut. Sag mir, habe ich heute Abend die falsche Kleidung angezogen?’ “My apologies, I seem to have been hasty in my judgment,” she continued, a certain sparkle seemed to twinkle in her eye, one of realization dawning. “Indeed, I notice now, you are a part of the season, a most delightful revelation, I must admit.” “Quite the astute one…hmm. As for my part in the season being delightful well, at least Father seems to think so. Perhaps I will indulge him in making your acquaintance, Miss…?”

@Jass ~ Albina

astxrism · 3 November 2023 12:00

{ dance 4 / with Lydia }

It wouldn’t be wrong to say Archie was struck by Lydia’s warm and playful demeanor, a contrast to the formalities that typically dominated the early moments of such encounters. Her wit and charm were evident as she ventured to break the ice, and Archie couldn’t help but appreciate her effort. Those were the moments Archie was most fond of - a stark contrast to the meaningless small talk that often happened at these gatherings. He was not interested in wasting anyone’s time considering he wasn’t taking this whole parade seriously and sensing, maybe he was wrong, that the girl standing with him felt the same way, he found it remarkably easy to let down his stoic facade.

”I’m afraid I have to admit this may be my first season,“ Archie confessed with a subtle shrug of his shoulders letting a coy smile show. Just like this year, when he decided to immerse himself in the experience, never in the past did Archie have a desire to attend these events and present himself as a man looking for a wife. But you never know how quickly someone’s mind can change. The question that lingered was whether such a transformation would happen to him. And if, let’s just imagine, that did happen, maybe there were a few options he would be willing to explore. Archie was not oblivious to the lady’s beauty standing before him, despite the complex relationship between their families. He acknowledged that there were aspects of their families’ interactions he was not privy to, and this lack of information was something that didn’t sit well with him being someone who liked to know everything, especially when it came to family matters. He couldn’t help but feel somewhat frustrated by the gaps in his knowledge, even Margaret had some issues with the girl but he wouldn’t let that sway his open-minded approach.

[color="#7d8270”]”And I wasn’t expecting to find this… not being that terrible,“[/color] he added with a soft laugh taking a moment to observe the room. He found it amusing that the same space could hold both excitement and boredom simultaneously, depending on one’s perspective. Archie had always been more drawn to the periphery of these gatherings, content to observe and, on occasion, engage in meaningful conversations. ”I genuinely hope you’ve been enjoying your evening, despite the music not being as delightful as it is at this moment.“ Archie’s gaze returned to Lydia, his eyes sparkling with a genuine warmth that contrasted his usual stoic demeanor. He genuinely wished for her to have enjoyed the evening, despite his earlier reservations about the ball.

Asking how she would make the night more fun Archi was not expecting her to take two drinks from the tray and hand him one. He had never been one to turn down a good drink, especially when the alternatives included mindless small talk and formalities. [color=“#7d8270”]”How did I not think of this trick?“[/color] A playful tone as he accepted one of the glasses Lydia offered, the chilled liquid pleasantly refreshed him before considering his next move. He knew what he had to do, where he was after all. Now it was his turn to extend his hand, [color=”#7d8270”]”Lady Lydia“[/color], he said with a playful tone, [color="#7d8270”]”would you do me the honor of a dance? I do have to warn you, or better… Prepare you - This just may be not only the best dance of your night, but your life. I’ve overheard people calling me the dancing virtuoso.“[/color] His words were accompanied by a bow, making it clear he was not taking himself seriously. ”But don’t be intimidated by my skills, I’ll do my best to not outshine you.“

@/novella - Lydia

Jass · 3 November 2023 14:09

Dance number five Bruce Armstrong

Albina actually thought it was wise to pretend they hadn’t met before. It was quite scandalous, for her to have met him before on her own. “Ah, Monsieur Armstrong, vous avez vraiment une mémoire remarquable. On dirait presque que nous sommes des personnages dans un charmant roman, nous rencontrant pour la première fois dans ce cadre captivant. Quelle histoire intrigante, n’est-ce pas?” she said with a chuckle, speaking in a perfect French accent. She moved back to English however for her next words, “Excuse me, for I must have been mistaken. It seems your reputation precedes you and I have rather imagined having crossed paths before.” her words said they had not met, while her eyes conveyed a stronger message. One of recognition and mutual understanding this was not the time and place to discuss their previous meetings. “Perchance in a dream” she added playfully with a flirty undertone in her voice.

Her eyes were gleaming with amusement, as she responded, “Indeed, the London gossip mill can be quite imaginative, often weaving tales of mystery and intrigue. Though one must admit, a detective’s life does sound rather adventurous, and I’m sure it leaves no room for rest. But, as they say, ‘L’oisiveté est la mère de tous les vices,’ so perhaps it’s for the best that you stay active.” Her tone and words carried a playful hint of curiosity about his profession.

Albina responded in a playful yet complimentary manner to him inquiring whether he was dressed right for the occassion, emphasizing his impeccable attire, “Herr Armstrong, ich kann Ihnen versichern, Ihr Look ist makellos und sehr passend für diesen Anlass. Sie könnten die Aufmerksamkeit eines jeden auf sich ziehen. Meins hast du schon.” Her words, now flawless in German, were accompanied by a warm smile and a twinkle in her eye. She actually thought he looked good in his outfit, while she had first met him he had been just a boy in her eyes, but now here dressed like this, she really saw him as a gentleman. He had really grown up since they had last seen each other, and Albina enjoyed seeing that. The different languages in which he had spoken to her had also excited Albina, she liked the mental stimulation of using the different languages, something about him and how he challenged her brain always excited her.

With a hint of playful banter, Albina would reply, “Ah, the season must indeed be a source of pride for your father. As for my name, you may call me Lady Albina Northwick. It would be a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Armstrong, even if it’s for the first time.” She would give a charming smile and a subtle wink, implying that they both knew they’d met before, but the charade was a fun game and smart to keep up to protect their secrets.

Her mind once again went to the different languages they had used in the conversation and how it excited her, so she decided to ask in yet another language she knew: “¿Hablas solo inglés, francés y alemán, o bien te desenvuelves en algún otro idioma?” she pondered thoughtfully, with a smile on her face and as she was briefly playing with a lose hair strand.

She then chuckled a bit before saying, “And when, pray tell, shall I have the pleasure of your company on the dance floor? Or should I take the liberty of extending the invitation myself?” She raised a brow, playfully pretending to be annoyed about him not having asked her yet. She couldn’t keep up the act of frustration long and a hearty laugh followed promptly. With this however, she had showed her more proactive side, going for what she wanted, which right now was to, in a charming yet playful and flirty way, ask him to dance.

@Bluecookies - Bruce

Translations

Mostly did this myself with a bit of help from google translate, so don’t be too hard on me, okay?
Ah, Monsieur Armstrong, vous avez vraiment une mémoire remarquable. On dirait presque que nous sommes des personnages dans un charmant roman, nous rencontrant pour la première fois dans ce cadre captivant. Quelle histoire intrigante, n’est-ce pas? - Why, Mr. Armstrong, you have a remarkable memory. It’s almost as if we’re characters in a delightful novel, meeting for the very first time in this captivating setting. Such an intriguing tale, wouldn’t you agree?
L’oisiveté est la mère de tous les vices - French saying, sort of the devil makes work for idle hands. Literally idleness is the mother of all vices. So basically it means not being busy leads to wrong and immoral behaviour.
Herr Armstrong, ich kann Ihnen versichern, Ihr Look ist makellos und sehr passend für diesen Anlass. Sie könnten die Aufmerksamkeit eines jeden auf sich ziehen. Meins hast du schon. - Mr. Armstrong, I can assure you, your look is flawless and very fitting for this occasion. You could capture the attention of everyone this evening. Mine you already have.
“¿Hablas solo inglés, francés y alemán, o bien te desenvuelves en algún otro idioma?” - Do you only speak English, French and German, or do you speak any other language?

raviola · 4 November 2023 04:54

Perhaps Azu did not notice, but Aurelia’s expressions seemed to carry integrity. At least in comparison to the way she spoke to suitors like any other, she seemed much more enthusiastic about speaking with Azucena that way. The girl had to admit, she was much better at acting than she remembered. It made her question the integrity of their lifelong companionship. When did she become immune to the truth hiding behind her eyes?

Once, when they were young girls, they were used to their classic dynamic. Blue snuck them out to play in the garden, and Lia smiled and agreed not to tell anyone. Mother would propose a foolish idea and Lia would obey, whilst Azu nodded before proceeding to do the opposite. Aurelia would learn to read aloud, and Azucena would listen to her in order to make her predictions for the following sequences of the book. Lia was always the good one, the light shining gold that reflected onto Azucena’s cheap silver. Who had she become now?

She seemed to hesitate as she drew closer, easily puzzled by her demeanor. Obviously, Azucena was wise enough not to believe the foolish words of the members of the queen’s court. However, her dear friend’s gestures and corporal shifts seemed that she may not have been as deceptive as the girl thought. How lovely that would be, that this had all been quite the misunderstanding and they could continue as they did before the past year. Unfortunately, that could not be.

Then, she questioned Azucena’s behavior. Did she seriously still confide in her enough to ask that? The girl was not prepared with a respnse. In her fickle mind, she had been preparing different methods to manipulate Aurelia into sharing with her the information she yearned to know, the questions she no longer felt secure enough to ask. Never had she readied herself to explain her own behaviors, much less emotions.

Furthermore, she did not understand why her once friend might propose this question. She was supposed to know the answer to it. Was she so ignorant that she had not seen how her actions could hurt her?

Of course, the theory appeared to make sense. Her sweet Lia could never intend to rupture their relationship, she was not evil. She never had been. Her absent mind had simply distracted her from her priorities! That would be a logical conclusion.

Still, she had to confirm or negate her suspicions before continuing. “Did you never receive my messages, Lia? I have not spoken to you for months.” She paused, unsure whether or not to continue because of the woman’s peculiar behavior, aside from Azucena’s own personal insecurity in regard to vulnerability. “…I had believed you to abandon me.” She spoke somberly, her disillusionment only growing as she processed that Aurelia might simply have not cared to maintain her. Another person to whom she did not matter.

She did not bother to complain of Harrison, nor the most recent winter months. She had not yet even realized her own flaws, and her fault in deciding her friend’s absence was an act of betrayal, deciding that their bond had been snipped clean.

Instead, she instinctively continued to listen to Lia’s speech. From where had her sudden insecurity arisen? She attempted to withhold an emotional reaction, however her sentiments conquered her. “I am not aware of the reason for these foreign disapprovals, but I am sure they are similar to mine. I have been overcome by confusion, but at my core, I know we are far too enduring to lose our friendship. You would never purposefully deceive me.” She choked on the words, as her stomach sent them up fully convinced they were true, but her throat clogged as her mind denied it. She could only hope this bit of sensibility would lead to a change for the better, and not a change she would regret.

@benitz786

Littlefeets · 4 November 2023 04:58

New Day

Date: November 2nd, 1811

Location: London

Following hours of dancing and first meetings, the Queen’s ball came to a close. Each of the lovely young ladies made their first impressions, and only time will tell if those first impressions will be enough.

Now as the work of the season truly begins. It is time for the gentlemen looking for their bride, to put their best foot forward, to make themselves stand out among other suitors, and for the ladies to wait and hope for suitors to come calling.

Alright everybody, this will be a free day. No planned events, just the men calling on the lady/ladies they’re interested in pursuing. This will essentially be a free for all, just like any normal rp day. Not semi-structured like the ball. But please use This Doc to keep track of which ladies the men intend to visit. That way people can plan out what interactions they need to have, and figure out which interactions to discuss ahead of time or skip/misc if there isn’t time.

@TheBridgertonRP