reach out and touch it

       phillip felt so serene in eloise’s grasp. something about her presence always seemed to steady him. even if without knowing she seemed to bring him comfort. phillip nodded as he lifted the pad to show his wife, the pale pink of the flower on the page looking back at them. there is a closeness of them standing so statuesque in the gardens that he wished he could capture. instead he closed his eyes for a moment with eloise in his grasp, just remembering the moment. it was sweet. this moment, and he wanted to hold it dear. there is a smile that graced his features with a small shake of his head, “ if we invite over all the cousins then it shall be us swimming in tiny voices demanding for our attention. then we might miss the silence. ”

❛    how  very  kind,  miss  bridgerton.    ❜        it  feels  as  though  it  is  the  first  time  in  days  that  she  has  genuinely  lit  up,  the  mere  prospect  of  sampling  the  artistic  and  dramatic  works  that  the  city  has  to  offer  lifting  her  spirits  entirely.        ❛    it  would  be  my  honour  to  attend.    ❜        sincerity  lurks  in  the  fabric  of  every  word,  and  she  tries  to  mask  her  excitement,  only  half-way  succeeding  in  the  endeavour.    hard  as  she  may  try  to  steer  clear  of  paying  much  attention  to  the  scandal  sheets  of  their  time,  she  is  not  immune  to  the  odd  perusal;  yet,  if  the  worst  that  can  be  said  about  the  young  woman  in  front  of  her  now  is  that  she  seems  reluctant  to  marry  and  bend  to  society’s  will,  then  ann  considers  that  quite  complimentary  of  her  character  indeed.        ❛    are  you  an  …  admirer  of  the  opera,  as  well?    ❜

❝ Miss Eloise, hi. ❞ Feyre complimented the other, aware that the woman would come because Tamlin told her ; though she did not understood why. Being now a high fae because of the power of the high lords, she was having small difficulties — if Feyre could call it like that.

Difficulties the formerly human never thought she would have on her entire life ; or better saying, her entire existence. Feyre is stronger now. Not because she has defeated Amarantha in more ways that she can possible imagine, but Feyre’s physical strength has changed — she broke the doors and a table totally by accident, and more times that she can count. It was hard to get used to such force, however the high fae is learning to control it little by little.

❝ Well, yes. I— It’s more like a teacher that can guide me through my…..new life. ❞ Feyre tried to joke around, but she gave a nervous laugh because of her situation ; a small tentative but at least she tried. ❝ But I would love to be your friend! You said you came from the Day Court, how is it like there? ❞ Because she has never left the danger of the Wall, never left the Spring Court and she had no idea where is the other courts besides the location of Under the Mountain.

𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍,    𝗒𝗈𝗎    𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝖽    𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍.    most    high    fae    are    looking    out    for    themselves    and    themselves    only.    there    is    no    time    to    think    about    being    honest,    only    the    belief    that    one    should    be    honest.    she    is...    different    in    ways    that    you    will    never    understand.    this    realm    has    always    been    your    life.    it    has    always    been    something    that    you    cherished,    something    that    was    stable.    even    with    being    under    the    mountain,    you    had    never    forgotten    it.    the    warmth,    the    brightness    that    came    with    being    in    the    day    court.    that    had    been    something    you    missed,    and    your    powers    too.    well,    now    was    not    the    time    to    think    about    all    of    this,    it    was    about...    finding    feyre    a    good    in    between.    somewhere    that    you    would    feel    comfortable,    where    you    can    leave    knowing    that    you    have    done    what    has    been    asked    of    you.   

Felicity walked into the hallway to see Eloise being greeted by their mother’s butler, Briarly. While on some level, she expected the older woman to be visiting her sister, she was too good of a friend to Hyacinth to not blurt out.. “Whatever Hyacinth told you, it was her fault!” Her cheeks turned pink at her instinctual reaction, before she took a shaky breath and smiled. “Unless you’re here to see my sister, who is upstairs? She’s been in an.. interesting mood since the Macclesfield Ball last night. You missed quite a show.”

@bridgrtons liked for a starter from Felicity!