β§β¦β BRIDGERTON S2 PROMPTS β
a collection of random dialogue prompts from season two of bridgerton! change all pronouns/gendered language as you need!
βThere are two things that lurk within the dark and shadowy places of our fair city. Vermin and secrets.β
βIs that a promise or a threat?β
βSay you do not care for me. Say you feel nothing, and I will walk away.β
βRegardless of the truth, peopleβ¦ nay, gossips, they will contrive shameless falsehoods.β
βThere shall be dancing.β
βScandals may cast aspersions but they do not obligate us to answer to anyone.β
βYour future will certainly not be found in the past with me.β
βTake your Trojan horse elsewhere.β
βYou do know you cannot show someone your best without allowing them to see your worst.β
βCan you ever just agree?β
βI saw a light and thought I might have left a candle lit.β
βWorldly travelers use it as a way to open their minds and transcend ordinary anxieties.β
βI do not know which pains me more, your betrayal or your pity.β
βSo many flowers when what I really seek is a gem.β
βDo you think there is a corner of this earth that you could travel to far away enough to free me from this torment?β
βThere is nothing worse than rotting flowers when someone is unwell.β
βIs there not something in all of us that requires a challenge?β
βPride may not be as precious to you as your breath.β
βWould you like a companion? Imposter party for two?β
βLet us hope he has more. One bauble does not a fortune make.β
βWhat exactly are the rules of this game?β
βYou understood our arrangement came with risks.β
βPerhaps we pretend this encounter never took place?β
βOh I shall never listen to you! Or anyone I wholeheartedly disagree with!β
βI, of course, am an enigma and will divulge none of my secrets.β
βI do believe we must allow ourselves those private moments, so we may face reality armed with our reveries.β
βTrue love is something else entirely. It is when the rest of the world goes quiet. It is not eyes that meet, but souls that dance.β
βBeating you feels the same as any other win, but somehow smells sweeter.β
βAn insipid wallflower, indeed.β
βYour confidence is admirable, I concede.β
βFor the first time in my life, I do not know what to do.β
βIt is a pleasing, stimulating, thrilling, kind of torment. Have you ever felt that way?β
βYou are the bane of my existence and the object of my desires.β
βSoon you shall be just as jaded as the rest of us.β
βI look at you now, and all I feel is pity for you.β
βThe moment we go, the moment we step foot outside those doors, we face the truth.β
βYou worry about being seen.β
βWe must be careful not to attract too much attention.β
βI would rather go out there and offer my hand to one of those birds. It would be less painful!β
βOh, here we go! Enthrall me with your self knowledge and awareness!β
βYour dreams are grander than you let on.β
βHappy endings do not exist. At least, not in real life.β
βWe did a terrible thing.β
βThat scent. It has remained imprinted on my mind since the night on the terrace.β
βI heard it was you who found me and brought me home safe.β
βYou are running away.β
βJust keep looking at me. No one else matters.β
βAre you going to ask me to dance? One last time?β
βIt grieves me to think you do not believe you deserve all of the love in the world.β