𝒫𝑒𝑛.   

[    𝒫𝑒𝑛.    @viridosa]

a modern portrayal of penelope featherington for the bridgerton verse. commissioning editor. nameless blogger behind “ 𝐥𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 ”. in love with her best friend’s brother. mature themes apply. 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢.

[    𝒫𝑒𝑛.    @viridosa]

this moment, do you 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 me? Am I desirable to you?” She needed to know the truth. If her mind was truly playing tricks on her or if, all this time, they were playing telephone (only, both of them never caught the same line).

[    𝒫𝑒𝑛.    @viridosa]

Now she knows her mind is running amuck, misconstruing his well-intentioned offer for something far more delectable that she’s afforded herself to think of when she was a lesser woman. A lesser woman who lusted and wanted for her best friend’s brother, to be specific. Not that»

[    𝒫𝑒𝑛.    @viridosa]

And she’s not foolish enough to convince herself of a pretty lie. Lips ajar in short, panting breaths, feeling her heartbeat against her ribcage, Penelope dares to meet his eyes. “Colin…” her voice wavers, trying to find her earlier confidence. “I need to know here, now, in»

[    𝒫𝑒𝑛.    @viridosa]

snorted laugh leaves her, waving him off with a dismissive sway of her wrist. “Yelp’s going to hate to see me coming. I’ll write the best review there ever was.” And after a beat of silence, she adds, “and that’s on the Bridgerton experience.”

[    𝒫𝑒𝑛.    @viridosa]

Was it her drunken state that was propagating her less-than-pure thoughts? Or, her head nagged, was it finally being given unfiltered life because she couldn’t control it? If walls could talk, hers would reveal late nights of similar hand placements… only inching higher. Her»

[    𝒫𝑒𝑛.    @viridosa]

is hot, and it has a reserved slot for her. And honestly, she doesn’t quite mind it. It gets her in Colin’s life, and in his arms (bittersweet, yes), and that’s worth a life sentence of being kept at arm’s length. She’d rather have pieces of him than none at all. At his joke, a»

[    𝒫𝑒𝑛.    @viridosa]

glimpse back to the hotel before groaning, hating that she had to agree with his suggestion. They would be here all evening, otherwise. Hooking an arm around his neck, she allows him to hoist her up, huffing in her defiance. “I’m not happy about this. I feel like a damsel.”

[    𝒫𝑒𝑛.    @viridosa]

If it weren’t for the ringing in her ears suddenly clearing up, she might’ve thought that she heard him wrong. Did he just offer to carry her? Good God, put that on the list of things she wouldn’t expect to happen. Gauging by his expression, even albeit blurry, Penelope knew he»

[    𝒫𝑒𝑛.    @viridosa]

was serious; it caused a warmth to blossom in her chest at the prospect of his hands on her (even if it’s 𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩, she reminds herself). Not taking her eyes off of him as she stood, coming to a stilled stance, she ponders over his offer. “Col…” she breathes, sparing a»

[    𝑑𝑜𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟    𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐫． @lefiloris]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀‘ time will tell ╱ how much 𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 .

[    𝒫𝑒𝑛.    @viridosa]

Such thoughts aren’t… appropriate, and definitely cross the lines of friendship.

[    𝒫𝑒𝑛.    @viridosa]

@𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙖 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮:

Nighttime ice cream runs. Nothing’s sweeter! I don’t mind the company, either. xx

[    𝒫𝑒𝑛.    @viridosa]

His hair, the tank top, his 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙨. Need her to continue?

[lou ✩ @purepolin]

modern day colins camera roll

[    𝒫𝑒𝑛.    @viridosa]

He shouldn’t look as good as he does. She nearly walked into a pole by distraction.