𝖙𝖔 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓

“𝐈𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞.”

deepika padukone. cisfemale. she/her. ― is that SOPHIA DARINGTON i saw during this years first ball of the season? the 30 year old is avoiding finding a suiter but is enticed by the social season. they are known to be compassionate, but also stubborn , but focus on the positives when finding their chosen one. [heather] - anthony's ex betrothed connection

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a soft smile graced francesca’s face , “ i do not believe i have ever tasted cherry scones before . are they delectable ? ” she enquired curious as the strawberry blonde moved to stand next to the older woman . she had known the woman once a long time ago and despite the fact sophia had hurt her brother , she had not minded the other . plus they had both moved on .

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colin’s ears perked up ❝i do enjoy a good scone. i don’t believe i have ever had cherry.❞ he was known for his apatite, and would never turn down a chance to have something sweet. ❝i would love to❞

She gasped, a smirk racing to her lips. “For you have not lived, cherry is certainly the best kind.” She replied, handing him one on a plate, alongside clotted cream and jam. “Are you enjoying the fete?”

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He laughed freely, grinning boyishly at her with an excited twinkle in his eye. “If we are lucky it will be so.” He hummed, his head nodding as he lead them towars the stall. “An understandable move, given the circumstances. I hear that congratulations are in order for you and the Marquis Darrington, or rather, I read as much.” He sighed dreamily, “I’ve always wanted to be a father,” he said, “of course I must find a wife first.”

She cannot withhold the smile that graces her features. She is eternally grategul for the life she is leading, and her bundle of joy. “Thank you, we are truly delighted.” She smiles widely as a chuckle leaves her lips. “For some time, I was worried I may not be able to have children, so such news is truly a blessing.” She smiles,, a hand moving to rub his shoulder. “In good time , I am sure all of this is in store for you in future, but first -- have any ladies taken your eye?”

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Evangeline’s smile grew upon hearing the question, nodding eagerly. “I thought you would never ask … and perhaps a drink? Lemonade? Or perhaps something stronger, if your day has been particularly trying?”

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“I’ve always been partial to blueberry, but I’ll join you nonetheless.” John said with a bright smile, offering his arm politely for the woman to take. The fete was a time to meet new people and make new friends, after all, and John wasn’t one to pass the chance up. “It’ll be my treat, if it pleases you. In the name of new friendships.”

      She smiles with ease, arm enveloping his to guide the way. “I am sure they will have blueberry to meet your appetite.” Sophia chuckles, one hand gently on her stomach, almost naturally. “I feel I have become somewhat of a social hermit, so please, such a friendship is truly noted.”

She should have assumed it was out of pity, often finding that her return to London was full of facades of kindness. She only wishes it were different, that there were people who truly cared. She was doing her best to pretend, following the pregnancy, and making an effort for Hector, she was finding she was beginning to waver.

"That's kind of you -- but I am quite alright and I do not need pity."

Shaky hands poured their tea, sitting down beside him. She was pale, feeling the effects of morning sickness more than before, but was putting on a brave face for him. They needed to speak and clear the air.

"I wondered if you had time to sit and speak with me." She gnawed down on her bottom lip as she did, eyes meeting his. "I wish to explain." @mxrquix

Feeling his kisses against her, Sophia's eyes close, soft laughs leaving her lips as she wriggles beneath him. The tickles increase, causing her to gasp slightly, wriggling more so to escape his grasp. "Hector." She chuckled, hands moving to catch his, flipping them over on the bed so that she hovers above him. "Behave." She warns, a mischievous grin on her lips.

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anthony couldn’t stop the scoff that escaped him as he looked at the other. how dare he be made to feel like the bad guy when he did noting. “making you feel guilty?” he shook his head. “we’ve had but one conversation since you’ve arrived back to town, if you are feeling guilty that is of your own doing.”

She had underestimated the weather , and had cursed internally upon seeing the rainfall outside. She needed to return home , but knew until such weather passed , she would remain stuck in such an establishment. His offer was kind, generous even, and at first she had not accepted ,, but as it seemed to be no sign of stopping, she smiled thankfully and joined him under his umbrella. " Your kindness is eternally accounted for. dear sir -- do you live locally?" She inquired with a thankful smile.

"I reflect on the past, and how things should have been -- I feel guilty for my previous mistakes, but that is all I think about."

The night had been long, tossing and turning in their bed had led to her admitting defeat and sitting on a chair beside the bed. Her mind wandered, and she was often troubled by doubts and fears of the future. It was worse these days, for a reason she was unaware of. She had every intention of telling him her worries, he had never been less than understanding, passionate and caring for her, but she felt she was letting him down. They had been trying for a baby for over a year and no luck had been seen. She knew it was her doing, after all, he had children from another marriage. She felt useless and less of a woman for it. He deserved better in her eyes and she felt this day would come soon.

Hearing him rouse in the bed, Sophia turned and weakly smiled. She noted the way he reached out for her then stopped. This spurred her to frown. This appeared to show her he was already wavering. "I am sorry to wake you." She spoke out, faking a smile to reassure him. "My mind is busy, too much in fact." She began before turning to look him in the eyes. "I'm afraid, Hector, I know you will think I am a fool but I feel inadequate in every way."

She sighs, shaking her head over at the man she used to truly love. She knew she had made mistakes, many of them in fact. However, he was making her relive each one and she could no longer take it. "I expect nothing -- I just wish I could live in peace without you making me feel guilty every single moment."

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he didn’t know what to do. he wanted to go back home and forget she was even here but he knew that he couldn’t. he was raised to be polite but did that truly count for someone who ruined things so dreadfully? “and your husband does he know how deep the history runs?” he questioned softly as he gave her a once over. “do you even care or are you just making conversation?”

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“It is never too early to accompany my wife on a walk.” He reassured, his lips quirking into a small hopeful smile. If a walk was what she needed to feel like herself then he would walk with her every morning and every evening. Anything to make her happy. He groaned softly at the soreness of his muscles, the twinge of them stretching and the creek of his knees making his chest rumble in a laugh as he got himself ready. “I am getting old, my love,” he sighed, “And I always thought time would not come for me. I was much more foolish than you would think, in my younger days.” 

He finished dressing as quickly as he could, offering her his arm to take for their walk. “It is hard to think clearly in the city. I do not blame you for that.” he had always believed so and had always been much happier when he could simply stay in their manor to the south, only coming up to London to participate in the tiring debates amongst the house of lords as was his duty. Usually, it would be a trip he took alone and cut as short as possible, but with his children now needing matches of their own he had been forced to bring his entire family to mingle with the ton for the season. “I miss the countryside already. I’m not built for these sorts of happenings.” 

Despite the recent distance between them, they had always held similar ambitions and hobbies, which was what drew her to him in the first instance. He was kind, loyal, and that was something she needed in her life -- stability. He was her constant, someone of which she trusted everything with. This is why, her remaining so distant was due to concerns of losing it.  “Stop this , you are only as old as you feel, as they say.” She teased, with an amused chuckle, perhaps the first time she had done in weeks.

She took his arm and followed him outside. The cold breeze sending a shiver up her spine. She snuggled deeper into the embrace as they watched, becoming distracted by the lightly lit view in front of them. “I feel a lot of memories are here, for the both of us, good and bad.” She commented, turning to face him. “This brings both joy but also a few concerns which I feel have been troubling my mind.” She meant Anthony of course, not wishing to cause harm with her presence, but it appeared she had done so already. “I feel the country life is more suited to me, the quiet -- “ She stopped, turning to look at him. “Are you enjoying being home?”