Bridgerton | Official RP Thread

Kristi · 6 November 2023 22:23

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Harrison put a hand on his chest as an act of a mock offense “You wound me! You cruel woman, have you thought me incapable of keeping a simple promise? Truly, you do not know me and here I was imagining that we were some-what friends, truthfully I am wounded. I am not a man of dishonor, at least when it comes to promises,” He told her his lips curling into a small smile. as he dropped the hand from his chest and gazed at her as he tucked the strand of her hair back seeing her face that she was desperately trying to hard redden which made him chuckle.

“I thought you were supposed to be a diamond not a tomato,” He teased, noting the redden of her face. she really looked like a tomato or like reddish grapes-two of his favorite foods which made him smile even more. He knew that she would wonder why he was smiling even more, especially since his eyes glistened with amusement a that fact. He brought out the locket, giving it to her and Harrison gave a small smile as he saw the way her eyes glistened. It was a smile different from the other smiles he had giving her, it was a small homely smile. One that was also hopefully and appreciated it- he appreciated that Lady Adeline was happy with the gift, and he was happy of the way she stared at it. He looked down at her and at the locket his eyes warm with friendly affection.

“It is beautiful, Lord Davis… when did you have time to do this?”

“I did it about three years ago, after a horse riding section with Atlas… I took a break of relaxation and you were there and I just well… sketched.” He narrated to her as she turned around and he put the locket on her neck. His fingers brushing softly and slightly against her bare skin- she was soft, really soft he noted and her skin felt warm. He removed his hand from her neck, after he had put the locket with a hurry feeling a strange sensation of a burn. Right, wrong hand- he thought as he put his left hand inside his pocket putting on a glove and bringing it out. How had he forgotten to wear a glove there?

He placed his left hand back inside his pocket- hoping that the lady had not noticed a thing. He adjusted the tie on his chest, gazing around as if nothing happened before going in front of her, and smiled. “I am indeed looking to marry this season. I’m an earl and as mother deareast says I need a heir and I also need, love” He said a finger on his lips as he said the last part. Aaah love what a beautiful concept, the most beautiful concept Harrison would have to say- the fact that someone’s tenderness, someone’s affection can make you drunk on it always intrigued Harrison. “And I can’t come to you? Is it a sin to visit a friend?” He asked his eyes twinkling, as he leaned against the wall, his gloved hand on a table as he smirked. “Atlas would make a good brother in law, no? And I’ve been told the sisters of your friend make the best lovers,” He teased, walking up to to hair, leaning down to face her as his smirk grew wider and more foxy. “I want to test that out? Don’t you?” Their faces were close to each other, almost too close and Harrison pulled away, the smile not leaving his face as he took a couple of steps back, to create a comfortable distance between them.

“It will be a good love story, would it not? The lady and the friendly hero who stole her heart- could you truly name a better love story than that?”

He was being playful, like Harrison was often was instead of simply telling her that indeed he had not come as simply a friend, he had come for other reasons that were quite obvious and he had come because he promised her that he would and Harrison was a man of promise. He found it dishonorable not to keep your promise, it was among the worst sins a human could commit. He rested his hand on the table, staring at her, “How was your day last night and this morning?” He asked, his tone not as flirty as once was- it was a different vibe to it, one more soothing, more friendlier and comforting. “I hope it went well, you deserve a lot of rest Adeline,” He said this time he did not use ‘lady’ in reference to her but simply Adeline, because she was a lady true and true but she was also Adeline. The dear Adeline, the lady he had known since he was child due to family connections and Harrison cared for her, he truly did. Though, most of their conversations ended up with him teasing her till she reddens and her threatening to hit him, but that was just the natural order of Adeline and him. Though she may not consider him a friend, he considered her one of his dearest friends or at least someone he truly cared for. He would not have drawn her if that was not the case, after all, Harrison only drew those who were dear to him.

@sunflowerjm ~ Adeline~

raviola · 7 November 2023 04:50

He had found her reading. Intellectual, educated, aristocratic, he wished to admire her. However, as soon as he spoke, she corrected his lackluster english, and just like that, an arrow shot his chest, turning the chalk of his ego to dust. Nikhil, granted, did not know the proper intonations of the british language yet, he only knew of the immense effort he had put into learning the language. In turn, Lady Fleur, if she even deserved the title, had made his work feel as though it had been for nothing.

Beneath his expression concealing disappointment for the sake of propriety, he had held flowers he believed Belle might appreciate as a gift. After what felt like a complete rejection, he took the bunch of them and moved his hand behind his back lamentfully, regretting his previous optimism. It felt that he was in the previous night’s ball room again, surrounded by people of whom none wished to dance with him.

Verbally, he ignored her correction, and allowed her to continue. His sister. Lord, what had his sister done now? Nikhil wondered to himself what Priti might have done to become so relevant in this community. A part of him wished to envy her attainment of Belle’s affection before him, however another was hatching plans. If lady fleur was a friend of Priti’s, she could also become a friend of his.

Before that, though, Nikhil noticed a grammatical error in her own speech. “Receive it.” He corrected her in a tone too polite to be mean, but too strategic to be labeled simply as ‘polite.’ The lady was owed informance of her due humility, and he did not see trouble in a mere reiteration. Perhaps she would anger, but there was also the possibility that she listen, and they reach a better understanding.

“And I am not sure of which invitation you speak.” He continued his response. “Could you elaborate to refresh my memory?” He asked, hoping she could share with him what prompted the dialogue. Also, he would have been appreciative of an explanation as to how Belle might know Priti, because although he found the woman alluring, his top priority remained to surveil his sister.

She offered him a seat, and Nikhil quickly realized he had been standing since he did not feel exactly welcome into the room she inhabited. “Why thank you.” He said humbly, sitting at an appropriate distance from her before inevitable revealing the bouquet.

He felt himself grow timid when he pulled the flowers to his ventral side. “I… had brought these.” He smiled, seeming a bit intimidated by her so serious demeanor. He had begun to think she was did not share multiple traits with the woman he had imagined her to be. Still, he watched her reaction in hope she would appreciate his gift.

@kristi

raviola · 7 November 2023 05:19

Egbert Budious Clyde

Egbert laughed a hearty laugh as he combed his thick, white mustache, causing his beer belly to rock in this laughter. An older woman called his name. “Egbert!”

He rolled his eyes and sighed. “Yes, Mama?”

“You had better leave to the calling estates soon. Knowing your tastes, you will be waiting in many long formations waiting for young ladies.”

He heaved, walking away from the mirror until his eventual exit from the house. What a nuisance his mother was, and a terrible supervisor as well. He was allowed so little independence at the age of forty six, it seemed time he moved to a more settled lifestyle. Ideally, he would find a wife, and she would produce him another name to carry on through the bloodline. Unfortunately, there were few who desired him.

As it seemed so obvious, Egbert had a reputation for being unworthy of fine women. He was older, with more white hairs than strength to respect boundaries, he made countless attempts to convince the ladies of each court. Frankly, he was the type of man one would not trust their pet to be near. Nor their children or loved ones, for he had a dangerous aura about him. He was not to be trusted.

The main target of the day was an ellis. After all, it seemed much easier to obtain the sister of a diamond than a diamond herself. To him, Lydia was closer to fool’s gold. Interestingly enough for him, that was all he could afford. So, he got into a long line awaiting a moment of interaction with the duchess herself.

He stood tapping his feet until she had finished speaking to all of the men before her. “Lydiaaa.” He said in a voice attempting to sound empathetic. “What is a pretty girl like you doing here shining under the spotlight of her sister?” He thought aloud. “I could make you shine.” he whispered sensually, and she could feel his hot, well-fed breath onto her skin.

@novella

Jass · 7 November 2023 10:14

Calling with Edgar Füller

It burned a touch to hear him speak of his father in such a way, but Albina pushed those thoughts aside. She smiled at Edgar’s explanations and insights into his own personality and behavior. “Your stoicism and ability to think things through are indeed admirable qualities, Lord Edgar,” she complimented, even if she was more rash and chaotic in her decision making, she could appreciate when someone was the opposite. “I can see how they can be quite beneficial in many situations. I believe every quality is connected to a negative and positive side” she pondered out loud, “And it’s fascinating to learn about the traits of Bavarians; it gives me a glimpse into the rich diversity of cultures and their influences on individual temperaments.” Her ever eager brain to consume more knowledge was satisfied by having this new piece of information available to her now.

She appreciated his openness to the idea that real people could be as intriguing as the characters in books. “I’m glad to hear that you’re open to the idea of studying and understanding people better,” she said with enthusiasm. “While I understand that societal norms may restrict your observations, there’s much to be learned from everyday interactions as well.” she gave him a subtle wink as she said this.

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she continued, “How about we put your observational skills of humans to the test? Let’s say we’re at a grand ball, and you’re trying to discern who might be genuinely interested in the conversations they’re having and who might be polite but eager to move on. What subtle cues and behaviors would you look for?” By involving him in a hypothetical scenario, Albina hoped to encourage Edgar to explore the intricacies of human interactions in a more practical way, all while keeping the conversation engaging and lighthearted.

As for his thought-provoking question, Albina didn’t shy away from it. “No need to apologize, Lord Edgar,” she responded thoughtfully. “It’s an interesting question. If I knew my time was limited, I believe I would cherish moments with my siblings and try to make the most of our time together” She did not want to mention her mother in her reaction, as Albina was quite upset with her mother for how she had treated Edgar. “I am not sure if I could burden them with the knowledge I would die soon however. They mean the world to me.” As she spoke of her siblings, Albina couldn’t help but notice her brother’s subtle reaction. His eyes, usually evading her gaze, met her with a hint of something unspoken. While he was not one to get emotional easily, she could sense that her words had touched something deep within him. His gaze briefly faltered, and he seemed lost in thought, contemplating the significance of her words. Despite his efforts to avoid her eyes, Albina recognized the impact her words had on him

As she continued speaking, her attention shifted back to Edgar, “And as for doing something I’d never done before, I absolutely would, you’d find me traveling the world, seeking as many new experiences as I would be allowed, immersing myself in different cultures, and savoring the diversity of people and places. I believe it’s in those precious moments of exploration and connection that life truly shines.” her excitement about traveling and experiencing new cultures really showed through her face radiating.

“How would you deal with becoming aware your death is approaching?” she returned the question, interesting to hear what he would say. Even if the question was a touch morbid, she enjoyed how thought provoking it was.

@Ouijaloveletters - Edgar

sunflowerjm · 7 November 2023 20:56

calling with harrison

Adeline had once again restored her sense of control upon hearing Harrison’s utter ignorant remarks. She stepped away from him and rolled her eyes. “I am sorry to disappoint you, Lord Davis, but to me, this is not a test. I am not an object that you can use as an experiment to see whether you do or do not fall in love with me.” Adeline did not believe him when he said he was looking to finally settle down. She was a witness to all the talks Harrison would have with Atlas about all the fine ladies he had taken to his bed. Even if the two foolish men thought Adeline was in her bedroom, she would sometimes come out and listen to what they talked about, and she knew she was wrong in doing so, but she wanted to see Harrison. Why? Not even she could explain that.

“Also, no matter how drifted apart me and Atlas have become, he will not let me be the joke of the town. That means he would never allow me to marry you, so I believe it is best if you stop trying to steal my heart, as that will never happen.” Adeline paused, trying to regain her calmness. She despised the way Harrison had the power to ignite such intense anger within her. It was an emotion she had no desire to embrace, yet it brought a sense of life, as if she surpassed the expectations made of her.

Moments passed, and as the room grew calm again, she looked at Harrison as he asked how she was. For once, it seemed like he was being genuine, which Adeline could respect, and so she decided to keep the conversation going. “Lord Davis, now you know you cannot be calling me by my first name. Especially when I am sure the rest of the suitors can hear from the other side of the door, they may think something that is not.” Adeline remained composed, fully aware of the need to assert herself with Harrison and make it clear that his teasing was inappropriate in this particular situation. This was not the time or place for such behavior, especially when the possibility that her future lover awaited her was just beyond the door. “But to answer your question, my day was… well, I have no reason to be dissatisfied. I was the queen’s chosen diamond, and I gracefully danced across a magnificent ballroom, captivating the attention of numerous remarkable gentlemen. It is a lady’s dream to be the chosen diamond, is it not?” Adeline said as she moved closer to Harrison, closing the gap between them. She gazed into his eyes as she gently placed a hand on his neck, pulling him closer to her. She leaned in to whisper something in his ear. “I am curious though; how challenging was it for you to resist the temptation of inviting any of those ladies you danced with to your home… including me?” Adeline was often depicted as a gentle and innocent soul, but that didn’t mean she was oblivious to the influence women had over these foolish men, and at this moment, she knew exactly how to tease Harrison.

@Kristi harrison

LunaticLeviTheSecond · 7 November 2023 21:06

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Calling on Bridget

Mona Lisa

The door finally oppened and Bainbridge was invited inside by her mother. He greeted her, and walked inside but instantly he was stopped in his tracks by Bridget’s beauty. The color blue always suited her, but this dark shade worked better than any shade he’s seen her in before. He’s also never noticed her neck before, at least not as something separate he focused on, but the necklace brought it out and helped him admire how beautifully it sits upon her neck, also the same dark blue of the dress. It took him a few seconds of just, basking in her beauty, before he could go into the room, filling it with the slight waft of lavander his sister sprayed him with an hour ago. He wanted to adress her by her first name, since there was a certain familliarity between them, but with her mother in the room he felt as if she wouldn’t appreaciate it.
“Lady Beckham, it’s Bainbridge.” He felt he needed to clarify his name, although he knew there was a big chance she already knew who he is. “The dress you’re wearing is beautiful, but I can’t tell if it’s beautiful on it’s own or because you’re wearing it.”

@Bluecookies

Ouijaloveletters · 8 November 2023 01:30

”As with everything in life, there are good and bad sides. See, even too much water can kill. Yet, water is something we need to survive. Even too much of a good thing can turn deadly.That is a good way to think about things. Everything in moderation, I believe. I think that is a philosophy that all should follow. Gluttony is one of the seven deadly sins, is it not?” He asked her. It had been a rhetorical question, but he would not be bothered if she would answer him. In fact, he’d welcome her answer, hoping that would fuel their conversation. Though he knew nothing romantic would happen between them, he would very much enjoy having a friend to keep up with his banter. He smiled at her eagerness to learn about new cultures. ”It very much pleases me that you wish to learn about my culture. Please, if you wish to know anything, do not hesitate to tell me. I will do my best to teach you. You may have to go to my father with certain questions, however. Edgar nodded at this. He loved the idea of learning about everything he could. ”Of course. I believe it is only right to try and understand those different than you. That is the only way you can learn and become more tolerant and caring. True intelligence is not just filling your head with knowledge, but reaching out to others and asking to know about them. Knowledge is power, but also acceptance.” He leaned forward slightly when Albina proposed they put his skills to the test. ”I would think that if one wished to leave a conversation, they would angle their body away, unlike what I am doing now. As I am interested in what you have to say, I lean forward in order to hear you better. I may also notice the person giving shorter replies, while still maintaining politeness. They may also look glance away from the person, silently implying their wish to be somewhere else. That is what I can gather from the perceived situation.” At Albina’s answer to his question, he nodded. ”I certainly agree. I would wish to spend as much time with my family, as well as try something I had been too afraid to do in the past.”
@Jass - Albina

Caticorn · 8 November 2023 03:44

Calling on Azucena

It was yet another busy morning in the Ridlington household. Edith was yet again preparing her two youngest children for the next event of the social season: the day on which the single gentlemen of the ton visited the women who had interested them at the previous night’s ball. For Finch, this meant making sure he would leave an impression on the ladies he chose to visit, some of which had been determined by his mother. For Juliet, it meant preparing herself for the men who will be visiting the house. As always, his sister had the majority of his mother’s attention but that didn’t stop her from chasing him down the stairs as he went to leave.

“Finch! Don’t forget to visit the Hastingston household today.” She reminded him. Finch rolled his eyes as he reached the bottom of the stairs, having heard this at least ten times already this morning. All it did was further prove to him that he only mattered to his mama when she had something to gain from him.

“Yes, mama.” He responded, nearing the door and walking out of it before she could say anything else. His first stop after leaving his house was the local flower market where he picked up a bouquet of lilies before making his way to the house of Azucena Osuna, having learned through their years of friendship that they were her favourite flower. He and Azucena had courted during the previous season and while they had ended their courtship, her mother had requested that he visit her when he was doing his callings.

It was this same mother who answered the door and excitedly welcomed Finch in when he arrived at their house. He made sure to properly greet her, the way his mother had taught him years ago. She led him to where Azucena was waiting and smiled as they made eye contact. “Lady Azucena, you look lovely today.” As generic as his greeting may have been, he had not said anything that wasn’t true. “For you.” He added, offering her the bouquet in his hand.

@raviola - Azucena

Jass · 8 November 2023 07:43

Calling with Edgar Füller

Albina nodded thoughtfully, acknowledging Edgar’s words. “You make an excellent point, Lord Edgar,” she began. “The concept of moderation is indeed a valuable one, and it’s not just about avoiding excess in our pleasures but also about maintaining a sense of balance in our lives. It’s a principle that can be found in many belief systems, including my own Christian faith.” Albina had been reading about different religions however, and found this was something that returned in many religions.

She went on, considering the mention of gluttony. “Yes, gluttony is indeed one of the seven deadly sins in Christian doctrine. It represents excessive consumption and indulgence, often to the detriment of one’s well-being. It’s a reminder to practice self-discipline and avoid overindulgence.” She went on, considering the mention of gluttony. “This does not mean I should be any less enthusiastic about my favourite pastries however, they are heavenly.” She winked, playfully teasing Edgar while maintaining a light and friendly atmosphere.

Albina and her mother had argued the last season over Albina being more excited about the pastries present at the callings than any of the older gentleman who had called on her. Her mother therefore had forbidden any food this year in the sitting room where the calling were happening, something Albina had gotten a touch upset about, but well, at least she had broken her fast with a tasty breakfast and she sure hoped her mother would allow her a lunch break later. Not sure if she would, cause Albina had clearly made her angry with how she had interacted with Edgar. At the start of their calling briefly considering him as a romantic option. It was not fully ruled out yet, but she had decided to just focus on their conversation now. Not connect any expectations to this calling rather than just an enjoyable and thought provoking conversation.

“Lord Edgar,” she would begin with a warm smile, “I’m genuinely intrigued by the idea of learning more about Bavarian culture, and I appreciate your willingness to share. However, I must admit that there’s some history between our families that makes it a bit complicated for me to approach your father directly. I hope you understand.” There was a history between the families that was still quite painful for Albina, she did not hold Edgar accountable, as he had nothing to do with it, but his suggestion she might have to go to his father was quite tactless being aware of their history. A history only a handful of people were aware of, and her brother was not one of those people. She needed to protect him from the truth, so she knew they needed to move on promptly and discreetly.

She would then shift the focus back to Edgar, reassuring him that her interest in cultural exchange remains undiminished. “That said, I’m more than eager to learn from you and hear about your experiences and insights. We can continue to explore your culture through our conversations, and that, I believe, will be quite delightful.”

“Could you tell me more about Bavarian traditions and customs? Are there any unique rituals or celebrations that are a significant part of your culture?” she asked, "Oh, and are there any traditional dishes or delicacies that I should know about or maybe even try to prepare?" her excitement about food shone through as she asked. She knew she had already inquired a lot, but decided to follow up with one more question, “Are there any famous Bavarian artists, writers, or poets whose works are renowned in your culture?” This was something Albina was actually interested in, she had come across work of artists from different German states, but she couldn’t quite remember if any were from Bavaria, there were so many different states, she knew them all but to remember which artist was from which state was quite a lot to ask.

She nodded with genuine interest as he talked about learning from and understanding those different from oneself. “You’re absolutely right,” she replied, her tone filled with agreement. “It’s through embracing diversity and seeking to understand others that we become more compassionate and open-minded. The pursuit of knowledge extends beyond facts and figures; it’s about connecting with people and their experiences.”

As Edgar shared his observations about the case she had provided, Albina found herself impressed by his analytical skills. “I must say, you’re quite perceptive,” she remarked with a warm smile. “Your attention to detail would serve you well in observing human behavior. It’s amazing how our body language and subtle cues can reveal so much about our intentions. You have quite the potential as an astute observer.” In reaction to this, and him leaning in, Albina had an automatic physical reaction that opened up her body language.

“Spending time with family is indeed precious,” she agreed, knowing the importance of cherishing such moments. “And facing our fears to try new things can be incredibly rewarding. It’s the courage to step out of our comfort zones that often leads to some of life’s most memorable experiences. What would you be trying you are too afraid to try?” she inquired. Curious to find out his answer and see if she could maybe push him to just try it now without there being any need for knowing he would die.

She added a touch of encouragement, reinforcing the idea that life is meant for exploration and growth. “Whether it’s spending time with loved ones or embarking on new adventures, embracing these opportunities can make life truly shine and make one’s last moments memorable.”

@Ouijaloveletters - Edgar

Kristi · 8 November 2023 13:47

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Belle had noticed the man’s reaction as soon as she corrected his choice of title when addressing her. A look of disapproval crossed her mind, but she did not show it in her face—well, except for when she had raised a brow. Ah, he was truly a man, and in the worst way possible. Perhaps that should have been a sign to just ignore him or send him out—after all, Belle was being nice! She was being lovely, and that was a lot coming from Belle. She was helping him, as she knew how English society was. Being forced to be around English aristocrats and high European society in general, Belle knew a lot about them. She was helping him in order that he would do well in European high society—so that he would accomplish whatever he wished to accomplish here—but his ego was already too high for corrections, it seemed. If not for the fact that Belle was still learning how to control her curiosity and that she was used to dealing with people with high egos, she would have turned to her usual self around people that displeased her—the cold, muteless Belle—but instead all she could do was stare blankly at him.Trying to find the right emotion on her face to use or the words to use, she decided to settle on a smile. A polite smile one she was accustomed to giving at times- the times being when a friends or father would ask her a question she did not want to respond to.

She had also noticed that he had pushed the flowers he brought to the back of him and she decided not to talk of them till he brought them up. Flowers, such a common gift for courting,but she was a Fleur, Flowers were important and special to her no matter how common they were as after all she was brought up to view flowers as angels as they were so many traditions surrounding them when it kept to her household. Courting rules surrounding flowers, marriage rules surrounding flowers, birthday rules surrounding flowers, festival rules surrounding flowers-way too many rules that other families would not even consider and thus because of that- there was even more rules upon rules. The Fleur household was built upon a lot of rules and traditions, that yes- sometimes Belle defied when the rules were too much for her or displeasing to her nature as a woman whom growing up has only ever truly wished for one thing; a name for herself and a better easier life which means that first her life cannot be easy and her life had to have a lot of rules too. Rules she had learnt were important for structure but of course not all rules were good nor were all traditions, especially the societal norms that were especially forced on women and the tradition that marriage is the most desirable thing of life- to her that was the opposite. Marriage was truly undesirable in all its aspects, whether love marriage or arranged marriage, very undesirable.

When she had finally spoken again- this time to ask a question, he had corrected her grammar as her French accent sipped in, it had made her internally laugh—ah, that correction had really hurt him? Was it truly that serious? She thought to herself, He really wished to one-up her for such a simple thing. He was quite lucky that Belle decided that she would be nice, but her decision was based mostly on her curiosity, so was he truly lucky? After all, a curious Belle was not the best thing. Thank you,”She said, “I am not English-born, though I am very accustomed to English customs, and thus I may mess up at times." In her head, she was thinking—see? Was that so difficult? Accepting the correction instead of taking it to heart. But though she would admit- she was not very happy with the correction and that was because she knew it did not come from a place of heart. No, not all, it came because of pride and Belle knew a lot about pride, being born to a prideful mother and unlike she would like to admit, she had inherited that pride quite well. Thus, when she had thanked him for the correction, her pride was definitely hurt and she had wanted to reply with something cruel and cold- but she was no longer a kid she was 10 and 9 years and instead she had twitched on the inside but did not show it- used to having what people would call- an expressionless face the expressions only coming when she wished for them- but though sometimes her body did betray her, like… No, no she should not think of that.

“Last night,” She began, as he asked her about what she meant with her words “I had a conversation with Lord Rutherford, finding out he was the brother of a dear friend of mine, and he was hosting your family. And it made me remember that it has been a while since I’ve come across his sister, my friend, and thus I told him to tell her that I would invite her over to the Fleur many for a little tea party and to extend the invitation to your dear sister. As a welcoming- and because it would be unkind if I did not.” Also it was because she wanted to see what type of person was the mehta girl and whether she might be a problem or not in the future for Belle, she really did not need more problems than she had already.

When he had sat down after Belle had invited him to sit- she pleased at the distance he created. Could be larger but that was not the point. He might not be too bad- still cocky, she concluded but not all that bad in other aspects of him. He had then brought the flowers he had pushed to his back in front of her,

“I… had brought these”

“Flowers? Thank you, thank you very much,” She had said in her nicest tone to strangers possible. She gazed at the flowers and they were certainly beautiful- not as beautiful as roses, of course. No, no flower was as beautiful as roses, and perhaps that was due to her bias, but it was the truth—there was just something about roses that made other flowers pale in comparison. She dropped the flowers next to her on the coach, “They are quite lovely,” She complimented the flowers.

@raviola

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novella · 8 November 2023 14:30

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Lydia sat up with urgency as she recognised the face that walked through next. It was not a face she liked to recognise, one who belonged to a man who has attempted to become a suitor of Lydia’s in the past. Lydia was convinced that he must believe he was several decades younger than his age, as he continuously attempted with those around her age. Discomfort waved through her, even more than it had been the last few hours, as he entered with similar ambitions.

As Egbert began speaking, Lydia instinctively moved her chair to increase their distance. She was certain her mother had overheard Lydia when she would continuously tell her sister how unsettled he made her. This was her final straw. Her mother wouldn’t care if Lydia spent her life in misery if it meant she was married.

“Mr. Clyde. I’m sure I have made it clear numerous times that I am not interested?” Lydia told him, while standing up after he had whispered in her ear, her voice quiet but firm. “I do not require anyone in order to ‘shine’,” She declared, walking further away from him. “I insist you seek companionship elsewhere.”

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@.raviola weirdo

Bluecookies · 8 November 2023 17:45

As the suitor had entered the room, a hint of lavender perfume floated about the room. Bridget was temporarily confused as Jeffries had stated a male caller was at the door, although perfume suggested female, lavender perfume specifically suggested that Abigail had come to see her, but it was strange, she knew Abigail did not choose to wear perfume as it can send the wrong message to men. The caller spoke up, "Lady Beckham, it’s Bainbridge.” Bridget smiled softly, “Lord Brantley! I must confess, this is an absolute surprise I had no idea anyone would call on me.” Bridget’s mother spoke after her daughter finished her sentence. “Yes, Lord Brantley, you have known our daughter for many years and I had yet to see in interest in courting her, which is why I ask your intentions with her.” Before Bridget could say anything in response, her chambermaid, Rose, knocked on the drawing room door lightly, "Pardon the intrusion, ma’am, but it is time for the twins’ nap and they just won’t go to sleep. Pondering on Lady Fitzroy’s words as she heard this, Bridget’s mother smiled at the opportunity, "Thank you, Rose, we shall be there shortly, after Lord Brantley has answered my question.

@LunaticLeviTheSecond ~ Bainbridge

astxrism · 8 November 2023 18:22

[color="#7d8270”]{ “friendly” visit / with Dorothea }[/color]

”I must admit I have forgotten how lovely this estate is - Oh, I apologize my Lady, May I?“ On the day when the whole town seemed to be buzzing with excitement, Archie decided he too could use a little stroll and visit some of his friends. No, he wasn’t planning on being like the rest of the men, with expensive gifts visiting ladies in the chance they would pick him to be their husband, to win them over. He was not interested in that. He didn’t want to pursue anyone, however there was some- No. He was not doing it. There was no point.

Dorothea’s calling day was not something he would typically attend, but he couldn’t avoid it this time. It was the only chance for him to walk down the street leading to her estate and go in because like the rest of the men, he was free to do that. He walked through familiar streets, passing by houses where he had spent many of his younger days with James. The memory of those times was bittersweet, a mixture of joy and melancholy that weighed on his mind. Memories he sometimes wishes he did not have considering someone who he once, a long time ago, called a friend had passed away. They had once been inseparable, confiding in each other their hopes, dreams, and secret feelings. That is, until Dorothea came into the picture. Archie had met her a long time ago, and he couldn’t deny that he’d been drawn to her charm and grace. But that was in the past, and sometimes it’s better to leave things in the past.

No matter what the situation was, no matter where he was going and what he was feeling he couldn’t let himself act in an inappropriate way. He was still a gentleman so the least he could do was bring her something while he wasted a few minutes of her precious day. And no, he didn’t mind waiting in a line that formed, not to his surprise if he may add, it only added to the excitement of this whole day getting to see who was interested in the ladies he was planning to visit today. [color="#7d8270”]”You must be so delighted having all these men giving you their attention, am I not wrong? No need for denying my lady, wouldn’t we all be after all?“[/color] Archie continued once he was face to face with the girl he hadn’t seen in a bit. With flowers Margaret arranged in his hands, he was let in by one of the servants, patiently awaiting this moment. ”Forgive me… How rude of me to forget I brought these for you. I hope you don’t mind me being here?“

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LunaticLeviTheSecond · 8 November 2023 23:07

BainbridgeBrantley-min

Calling on Bridget

Advice from a young lady

“Lord Brantley! I must confess, this is an absolute surprise I had no idea anyone would call on me.”
Bainbridge was shocked to hear her believe that. “That cannot be true. Surely you must’ve known … from the way I complimented you. Or from the way the gentleman with the brown hair and blue eyes looked at you I assume he also gave you enough compliments for you to know he’d be coming to see you today as well.”
He turned to her mother who just posed a question. “Which is why I ask your intentions with her.” Had he known what his intention in coming here was, he’d say it out loud and proud … But he can’t say that he intends to marry her becuase he doesn’t know how he feels about her yet. He’s in between friendship and love, stuck in it until he explores it more to know exactly what he’s feeling. He took so long thinking and not answering that he was interrupted by the chambermaid who probably thought the silence was just silence, not waiting for an answer. He thought he was saved from answering the question he had no answer to, but the mother insisted they not leave the room until he answers. So he had to give the only answer he thought would suffice for the mother and be truthful enough for him to not feel as if he’s saying something ahead of it’s time. “At this moment in time I have no dishonorable intentions, I assure you, but I also have no honorable intentions. I’m only visiting the woman I admire hoping it’s enough for everything else to fall into place.” He turned back to Bridget, even though he knows she would hear him perfectly well even if he wasn’t facing her, he felt as if the sound of his voice would be clearer if he faced her. “Bridget, I know you’re usually the one to put the twins to bed. Remeber, you told me last night how you sing them to sleep? I think they maybe won’t go to sleep becuase you’re not there to sing them your lullabies … I won’t mind if you go and take care of their nap times, I can stay here and entertain myself until you’re ready to see me again.”

@Bluecookies - Bridget, her mother and the chambermaid

Bluecookies · 9 November 2023 17:13

“That cannot be true. Surely you must’ve known … from the way I complimented you. Or from the way the gentleman with the brown hair and blue eyes looked at you I assume he also gave you enough compliments for you to know he’d be coming to see you today as well.” Bridget smiled slightly, “As I have said, my lord, I just think that one of the other ladies are simply the best choice.” Bridget’s mother laughed nervously, “Obviously, my daughter does not truly think that, she is just overly humble, Lord Brantley.” “At this moment in time I have no dishonorable intentions, I assure you, but I also have no honorable intentions. I’m only visiting the woman I admire hoping it’s enough for everything else to fall into place." The Viscountess pursed her lips, as if studying him for a moment, "A very…diplomatic answer, Lord Brantley. “Bridget, I know you’re usually the one to put the twins to bed. Remember, you told me last night how you sing them to sleep? I think they maybe won’t go to sleep because you’re not there to sing them your lullabies … I won’t mind if you go and take care of their nap times, I can stay here and entertain myself until you’re ready to see me again.” Bridget almost seemed to hesitate for a moment before finally replying, “I would Lord Brantley, but that would not be fair to you or very hospitable of me. If it is ok with you, you could come with me to see them.” Bridget almost whispered that last part softly. “I just hope hearing me sing will not make you think less of me.”

@LunaticLeviTheSecond ~ Bainbridge

Kristi · 9 November 2023 21:19

“You put words in my mouth that did not escape them, Lady, when had I referred to use as an object and is this whole calling thing not an experiment?” Harrison asked raising a brow , "Courting is every bit of an experiment on whether or not one can see themselves with the other in matrimony is it not it? " It was a real question, not one to tease her, so Harrison did not have his usual Harrison smile on as he raised a brow, his eyebrows scrunched.

“And joke of the town?” Harrison asked amused, "I am quite hurt, your personality truly does match your behavior."Harrison jokingly accused a hand clutching his chest as if in pain, pretending to lose his balance. “Everyone calls you a nice lady but it seems only I know the truth because you are the cruelest lady I have come across. Truly I never knew a lady could be so cruel, and besides, what is love if not you and your lover against the world?” Harrison asked coming close to her as he grinned, “If you became the joke of the town then we shall both becomes jokes of the town, and I truly think that is beautiful. I’ve always enjoyed jokes,” Harrison said knowing that Adeline shall not be as amused as him with his words. it was the nature of their relationship though Harrison did wish she would smile more often with him or that they could have a conversation without her getting mad at him just once-though, that would mean dropping teasing her and Harrison had no wish to do that. It had become a habit for him in addition, to see Adeline and quickly begin to tease her- for some reason, she always seemed to look even more beautiful and lovely when she was annoyed and angry at him or perhaps he had run mad like he had always been curious about. Truthfully if he admitted to being mad, he was quite sure his mother will agree with him- but Harrison was not mad. No, no or at least he does not think he’s mad yet but though considering his history and especially that one specific part of it, would one who was not used to Harrison’s antics not consider that unusual? Also he was an artist and were not all artist mad?

It is confirmed then, to some degree Harrison is mad because no normal person truly ponders on their sanity do they? And he was an artist and a lover of arts, all artist where prune to madness to certain degree. it was just the nature of being an artist, to create art, one most have an imagination that extends beyond what others believe to be human capabilities, the ability to that is madness and Harrison was mad- but he was also mad for many different things. He had not fully lost his senses, no, his mother would not allow him out in society if that was so.

Harrison leaned in, his voice a low murmur that seemed to dance with shadows in the room. “Let the rest of the suitors weave their tales and spin their webs of flattery. The mind, my dear Lady Delaney, was sculpted for contemplation, and I, for one, always find solace in my thoughts.” He had put emphasis on the Delaney part as she had asked to be called that Delaney, and he gazed at her with his dark brown eyes as he continued in his madness, as the corner of his lips quirked . “After all, none of their charm could ever hope to ascend the heights of mine” he said in his usual cocky and arrogant tone. But still was it not the truth and not vanity? After all except for title, there was no much a lot of men could compete with him for. He is among the tallest of the tallest in the ton, towering over millions of people and he always had comments made about his height, he was wealthy, and was filled with tons of charisma. A romantic dramatic lover is what he was, a lover who you can ensure a life filled with adventure and excitement. With Harrison could you truly claim such a concept as boredom? Harrison does not even think he had ever experienced such a concept, it was a concept that a him, because he was often entertained by himself. His mind and behaviors were genuinely always entertaining.

The smirk on his face deepened, casting an intricate play of shadows upon his countenance. “I already pity them,” He says, “Soon, they shall discover the futility of their endeavors. They are but guests in a waltz where I lead, and my steps are composed of charm woven into the very fabric of my being. and besides I know you in a lot of ways. I already have the upper hand don’t I? But you are a cruel lady,” He says with a pout, “Lady Delaney,” He rang each syllable of her last name, pouncing it softly and with a slow pace, as if, if he said Lady Delaney faster then he would have gotten struck by thunder. “And thus is knowing you truly an upper hand?” He teased but really was it? After all, the way they reacted with each other was as a result of knowing each other. Though Harrison was sure there were some things he actually did not know of lady delaney and there were a lot of things he did not know of her, they still were better acquainted with each other than most people of the ton and that was why she had no care in the world when she was so cruel to him. She already knows what type of behavior to expect and Harrison did too, well till now. When she had moved closer to him after answering her question.

“Yes indeed, it is a blessing to be chosen by the queen.” He agreed giving her a confused look as she inched closer to him, she had put a hand on his neck pulling him closer to her and Harrison did not know when their conversation had turned to something like this but he was definitely enjoying this turn of events. He could not help but to feel hot in the face though with how close they were, it reminded him of the time they had kissed. And the tone of her voice- it was so appealing, as she whispered into his ears and then pulled away. “It was indeed a challenge as all I could think of was you and I together in a specific situation and it seems you are thinking to as you ask such crude questions that goes beyond your character,” Harrison teased pulling away from her. “What shall your other suitors think when they hear this is how you talk to me? You are already thinking of me in such a manner, my lady I am grateful but we should slow down till the wedding no? Lady Delaney”

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LunaticLeviTheSecond · 9 November 2023 21:29

BainbridgeBrantley-min

"As I have said, my lord, I just think that one of the other ladies are simply the best choice.” Was her response, which made him realise her opinion of herself is so far from the way he sees her that in that moment he wanted nothing more but to make sure she knows how special she is to everybody around her. “I wonder, Lady Beckham, which of the ladies you think are a better choice than you … I have found no such lady.”

“I would Lord Brantley, but that would not be fair to you or very hospitable of me. If it is ok with you, you could come with me to see them.” Bridget almost whispered that last part softly. “I just hope hearing me sing will not make you think less of me.”
“If you don’t object, I’ll much rather join, although I think your voice might just be the most beautiful I’ve heard so far … Why else would the twins be soo fussy when they can’t rely on your voice to put them to sleep.”

@Bluecookies

ORP: I just realized that yucky green color you use is an attempt to mimic the green color I use for Bainbridge’s speaking parts … it’s #70836c

Ouijaloveletters · 10 November 2023 01:15

Edgar nodded at Albina’s thoughts on the matter. ”I have noticed that no matter the god or goddess one worships, the core values appear to be very similar. It seems all to be about being kind to others, and bonding in your faith. I for one, am more on the scientific side of things. I do join my family for the occasional church service. I find the thought nice that we are being looked out for. It’s rather comforting, don’t you agree?” Albina mentioned a love of pastries, and Edgar nodded, smiling. ”Certainly. I do very much enjoy the occasional pastry. What are some of your favorite pastries, bitte? Ah, bitte, is please in German. Apologies, I sometimes insert a German word into my language. Seeing the confusion on others faces is rather amusing. One of mine is a type of cake called Schwartzwälder Kirschtorte, which is a type of chocolate cake with cherries. The English name is Black Forest cake, after the Black Forest in Germany.” He explained. Ah, he was hungry now. Eyeing the pastries placed before him, he decided to try one. Biting into it, he nodded in satisfaction. Edgar nearly groaned when Albina mentioned the issue with seeing his father. ”Yes, that is a bit of an issue. Your mother was cross enough with me as it is. It would not be wise to make it worse.” He was rather glad when Albina asked him about Bavarian culture, and he smiled. “Have you heard of Christmas? It is not called that in Germany, but it is where we celebrate the birth of Jesus and exchange gifts, having a large meal.” When asked about literature, he smiled. ”There is a lovely Bavarian author named Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. His first work was called The sorrows of young Werther, and sorrowful it is indeed.” When asked about what he’d be afraid to try, he thought for a second. ”It may seem silly, but I have never climbed a tree. It does seem rather interesting, to be honest.”
@Jass - Albina

raviola · 10 November 2023 05:46

Impatiently, Azucena had tossed and turned in her bedsheets the previous night. She stirred, anxious of her previous interactions. First, she remembered speaking with a new acquaintance, Cassian. They shared banter and shared jokes that she did not expect to land as well as they did. They danced, and she felt a foreign feeling, never remembering a connection made so easily. She hoped he would pay her a visit.

Then, she remembered Lang. In all honesty, the girl felt her entire body freeze when she saw him. He was much more handsome than she had remembered. Perhaps it was the combing of his hair, or the watch on his wrist. Much more regal than blood. She could have almost blushed to his silhouette. Fortunately, the logic of her mind conquered the weight of her gut, and she remembered their flaws, and the thorns on the roses of their friendship.

She knew he was a man of nobility from his confession, she had just never expected them to cross paths again, especially at such a formal event. How was it that she had not met him previously? Perhaps he was a friend of a friend, the world remained far too small for such coincidence.

Would he visit her too? Did he know who to run to? Or was that one sole interaction, an apparent reunion that would never come fully to fruition and leave a larger infinitum of doubt as to what could have been. The lady never intended to see him again. She dreamed of forgetting his favorite beverage, his pretentious references to drowning, his name. Her fingers crossed so maybe luck could save her from having to look him in the eyes.

She concluded the night with Aurelia. Her dearest friend. After nearly one year, the ever-scabbing scars of her disappearance were bandaged by her lovely companion. Of course, Lia was incapable of a betrayal as strong as that avoidance. Azucena could finally sigh of relief for herself.

For Lia, however, she lowered her gaze in memory of Azucena’s tactless hatred. Of course Lia would not deceive her in such a manner, instead she had been injured. And Azucena was not there to support her, she attempted to be, sending various messages and attempting to go to her estate. Knowing their mothers, she was most likely “never home” because she could not be seen in her amnesic state. The guilt consumed her, and she wished to speak to Lia again.

Instead, she helped her servants adorn her home for the special day of callers. Of course, the women often attempted to reject Azucena’s offers of help, yet she never listened. It was a fairly discomforting dynamic, to be assisted for every daily task and give nothing in return. Accredited to elitism, Azucena had learned over many years to pretend as if she were content with the roles she fit. Still, she would not succumb to the allowance of such entitlement.

As she nipped at small imperfections in the petals of household flowers, the girl heard the door open to a caller. For a second, her skin tightened, the hair standing up in hopes it were not someone she feared to encounter. Before she knew it, the front door had opened, and she pulled away from the floral arrangements to appear more natural. Small pieces of her hair hung over her face, disheveled from her small task, and she brushed them to the sides of her frame, before she heard her mother calling.

“Lord Riddlington has arrived!” Announced Regina from the foyer, waiting for Azucena to come forth. After far too little seconds, the woman grew embarassed, and indicated to him. “You may find her through the door.”

Azucena breathed a sigh of relief as the footsteps rolled. After all, it was finch, a long lasting friend with a humble affection for her. Once, she had alluded to romance blossoming between them, however he was simply a sweet boy, and she needed a man to guide her. Still, she smiled softly as he walked in, pleased since she had missed him. Flowers. She thought, looking to him with kind eyes as he handed them to her.

“Please Finch, Azucena is fine.” She then assured him. It was a stark contrast to her previous assertion of her title to the men who did not respect it. Instead of needing to shield herself from Fin as well, she embraced him instead. He felt their petals across his back, carried by her small hands. Regardless of whether society believed it appropriate or heteronormative, she cared not for the restrictions on friendship between man and woman. The woman she was within the bounds of her home was not minded by rules, so she possessed the freedom to love without the conditions forced upon her.

“And thank you.” She pulled away, and looked down at the bouquet once more. “Did you retrieve me lillies?” She said, melting from his thoughtfulness. “You know those are my favorite.”

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Jass · 10 November 2023 21:22

Calling with Edgar Füller

Albina listened attentively to Edgar’s reflections on faith and values. His observation about the similarities in core values across different belief systems resonated with her. She smiled in agreement, appreciating the sentiment that kindness and community are universal values.

“I agree, Lord Edgar,” she replied warmly. “The common thread of kindness and the sense of community are beautiful aspects of various faiths. It’s a wonderful thought that, regardless of our individual beliefs, there’s a shared emphasis on compassion and connection.”

As the conversation shifted to pastries, Albina’s eyes lit up with enthusiasm. His mention of enjoying pastries delighted her, and she chuckled at his playful insertion of German words.

“Bitte, bitte, Lord Edgar! It’s always refreshing to hear a mix of languages, and I appreciate the cultural touch,” she responded with a grin. “As for my favorite pastries, I have a weakness for éclairs and delicate fruit tarts. There’s just something exquisite about the combination of pastry, cream, and fresh fruits. Now, Schwartzwälder Kirschtorte sounds divine! I must try it sometime.” Her perfect pronunciation of the cake gave away that she spoke German decently well.

Edgar’s acknowledgment of the challenge regarding his father drew a thoughtful expression from Albina. She nodded understandingly, acknowledging the delicate situation. “I completely understand the complexities surrounding our families’ history. It’s indeed a delicate matter, and I appreciate your awareness of the situation. I would never want to put you in an uncomfortable position, especially considering your recent encounter with my mother.”

She leaned in slightly, lowering her voice to convey a sense of confidentiality, “Let us navigate this with care, shall we? I value our conversations, and I wouldn’t want any unnecessary complications to arise. Perhaps, for now, we can focus on our discussions and our companionship without delving too deeply into matters that might cause further strain. What do you think?”

At that moment her brother wished to speak up, she knew she couldn’t hold the truth from him however, she had kept it from him too long. But he was an adult now, he deserved to know what had truthfully happened, but before he could say anything she silenced him, by saying, “We shall discuss this matter later, Harvey, I wish to not delve into it now.”

When Edgar shared about Bavarian culture, Albina’s curiosity heightened. The mention of the German celebration of Jesus’s birth piqued her interest. “Christmas is a cherished celebration worldwide. I’d love to hear more about how it’s celebrated in Bavaria. Are there unique traditions or customs that make it distinct? The cultural nuances add such richness to the holiday spirit.” she inquired, wishing to understand the Bavarian Christmas on a deeper level.

As the discussion turned to literature, Albina’s eyes sparkled. “Johann Wolfgang von Goethe is a remarkable figure. ‘The Sorrows of Young Werther’ is a classic. I’ve read it, and the exploration of emotions in the narrative is quite poignant.”

When Edgar revealed his fear of climbing a tree, Albina couldn’t help but smile. “Not silly at all, Lord Edgar! There’s a certain charm in the simplicity of such experiences.” Her smile turned into a mischievous grin, “I find there’s a perfectly splendid tree right outside to climb! Why wait? Let’s make today the day you conquer that tree. I’ll even lend you a hand, metaphorically speaking, of course!” She playfully nudged him, her enthusiasm contagious.

With a teasing wink, she added, “Normally, I would climb up in that tree with you, but I can’t ruin my good dress for the callings today. So, you’ll have to share all the thrilling details of your ascent with me once you’ve conquered the heights!”

@Ouijaloveletters - Edgar (sorry, I really wanted to get the post out. If I need to change things based upon what you might still change let me know, but I do not think it will be too relevant changes)