feel whole, even when I struggle to keep it together. I suppose I just wanted you to know that, in all the chaos, you are my constant, sister."
@diamondchose
Anthony paused at the edge of the drawing room, his gaze settling on his sister with a mixture of admiration and something quieter, more vulnerable.
"Daphne, I don’t say this often, but… I am grateful for you. For your steadiness, your wit… the way you make our family —
something.
“Ah, there you are. Do tell me, little sister, what schemes have you concocted in my absence? I trust the house hasn’t grown too quiet without me?”
@hyacinthswnx
Anthony entered the familiar warmth of the Bridgerton residence, loosening his coat with a sigh that carried both relief and amusement. His eyes immediately found Hyacinth, who stood with her usual poise, though he could see the mischievous glint that meant she had been up to —
how have you been keeping? Truly. I want to hear about everything, the mischief, the victories, and even the little troubles that don’t seem worth mentioning.”
@etonsmarts
“Gregory, my boy." Anthony began, a rare smile tugging at his lips as he clapped a hand on his younger brother’s shoulder.
"I’ve been thinking it seems the season has a way of sweeping us all into its chaos, and I don’t want you to lose yourself in it. Tell me, —
Anthony’s expression softened, and he allowed himself a small, genuine smile, squeezing her hand gently.
“You always have a way of grounding me, Kate. Very well… I shall try this faith of yours. Though I cannot promise I won’t peek over my shoulder every now and then.” —
Kate gazed at him as she couldn’t help but smile and let out a soft sigh.
“I do know you, but also sometimes you’ve got to have faith that everything will be okay.” She spoke softly as she slowly held onto his hand softly, intertwining their fingers.
Anthony’s lips twitched, the barest hint of a smile tugging at the corner.
"Ahhh." He said smoothly, taking a measured step closer. "So the view alone has managed to occupy you completely? I must admit, I had feared it would not hold your attention for long.” —
Kate’s gaze fixed on the man standing before her. Running—running away from problems—was not in her nature. But in this moment, perhaps running was the only solution she could think of.
Still, there was no way she could say that to him, right?
•••
He let his gaze sweep over her, sharp yet assessing, before settling lightly on her profile.
"Very well, Miss Sharma. If you insist on mysteries, I shall respect them… for now. But I do hope you will forgive my curiosity it is, as you might imagine, —
"...Sister, don't get ahead of yourself. Just remember to behave and not be seen. You are to young to truly dance with a gentlemen."
This might turn into a decision that he regrets but she seemed so happy.
tell every guest of that unfortunate sketch you made of me at seventeen. I should very much like my dignity preserved if only by ensuring you are present to distract them.”
He stepped further inside, voice lowering just slightly.
“Come, Benedict. —
dearest part of my world.”
He stepped closer, hands clasped behind his back in that familiar viscount’s posture, though his eyes betrayed a father’s worry rather than a peer’s authority.
“You carry our name, yes but more than that, you carry my heart. And I would see you —