Bridgerton | Sign Ups and Chat

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@DandelionKate

Orpheus barely had time to process Finch’s closeness before their lips met, a brief moment charged with relief, comfort, connection, and a profound sense of freedom and belonging that Orpheus had always longed for.

Aw

@DandelionKate

“No…no…no…” Orpheus backed away, his hands desperately wiping his lips, panicked. “No, I’m not-No…no I swear…I’m not-“ Orpheus stumbled, his weak legs giving as he fell back into his desk causing parchment and ink to tumble down around him. Orpheus slid back against the wall, his hands still slowly wiping his lips, his eyes screwed shut.

@DandelionKate

He didn’t want Finch to see.

What’s really sad is that Finch would want to see. He would want to see that Orpheus is not okay so that he could comfort him.

But in this case, there’s nothing he can do so now it’s just depressing.

@DandelionKate

Jerald quickly entered the room, having heard the banging and Orpheus’ cries, and he quickly escorted Finch out by the arm. Shooting Orpheus a worried glance over his shoulder, Jerald quickly shut the door and led Finch out of the estate promising to send word when Lord Langston felt better.

Jerald is a king
We love Jerald

@DandelionKate

His brother’s face. His eyes. Orpheus’ eyes. Those cold, dead, hateful eyes. That feeling. That heat. That longing. The smacking of the hot cane against his skin over and over. The burn of tears down his face. The image of Finch he could not shake. The memory he resented most of all. It melded with his brother’s now. A twisted image of hate and desire blurring in his mind.

And we’re sad again

@DandelionKate

“No! No! Please! I’m not! I swear I’m not! Don’t-“ Orpheus pleaded with the air, with his mind, with his ghosts.

I just want to give Orpheus a hug

@DandelionKate

Orpheus felt the tightness in his chest, a panic so strong he felt all the air pushed from his lungs. Orpheus tried to inhale, failing over and over in desperate gasps. Scarred and tormented, he felt the word falling away from him, blackened vision he had only known from the pull of alcohol and yet here it was. That same lull. That same pull that threatened to take him back.

This is like gay panic’s evil twin

gay panic but not the cute kind

@DandelionKate

Orpheus sat silently crying until he could not cry any longer. His hands growing tired and falling to his sides. His eyes simply staring at the wall in front of him.

This post almost made me cry

That’s really the main message here