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infamousrake · 6 months ago
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❛⠀ is that so?⠀ ❜⠀ lounging back on his chair, simon quirks a brow at her in challenge, arms lazily crossed over his chest. his duchess had been explaining, in great detail, her plans for the season; several of which included his willing and cooperative presence in places he hoped he would never step foot in again, his status as a happily married man saving him from hearing the smythe-smith quartet ever again.⠀ ❛⠀ i detect a flaw in your plans, my dear.⠀ ❜⠀
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dutybcund · 5 months ago
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" you, sister, are looking intolerably smug... " there is a note of irritation in his voice, but it cannot overwhelm the amusement he clearly feels as he settles into the chair across from her. the journey to clyvedon had not been especially arduous - certainly not compared to the other travels he and kate had taken of late. but it had been long overdue. even now, perhaps, he would not admit how much he had missed her since her marriage. but it made the reunion more than welcome...
well, at lest until she had fixed him with such a superior look. " go on, then. say what is on your mind - you always do... " he suspects he is in for some iteration of 'i told you so' - which, in all honesty, is likely warranted...
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@himbovillains --> starter call.
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inaredflush · 2 years ago
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@himbovillains​ liked this post for a starter from daphne bridgerton
It was incredible. Her brother had been married for less than a year and he was already trying to give his sister marriage advice. Yes, Daphne was married to one of his oldest friend, but she highly doubted he’d be able to tell her anything she already didn’t know. “Brother,” She started, her pale eyes giving him a doubtful look. “Do you truly think I’m looking for marriage advice from the man who didn’t want me to marry my husband in the first place?”
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bcbliophile · 8 months ago
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@himbovillains Pre-season one Polin.
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This was her last Christmas she would be allowed to run off to Aubrey Hall with Eloise, next year she would hopefully be married and while Eloise viewed that as a death sentence, she was more hopeful that maybe someone would finally see her. . . Then again that someone was currently picking at the serving trey of mini quiches like a vulture so who knew. . .In all honesty she would likely get married off for money or put on the shelf by her Mama before he was ever interested in marriage.
"Should you really be eating all of those? Supper starts soon" she teased, dressed in a dark green for once instead of a horrid yellow for Christmas Eve. She stood at the small table with him, holding her glass of cider to warm her hands, having made the mistake of admiring the snow covered grounds in the middle of a snowball fight between siblings, she was all but tackled to safety by what she could only describe is a war general that possessed Daphne's body. Her gift to Colin sat under the tree and she was excited to give it to him.
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inaredflush · 2 years ago
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Maybe the duchess should've kept her eye roll a bit less dramatic when he responded. "I find your so-called 'advice' annoying at best, dear brother. You may have known my husband longer but I can promise you I know him better." Simon was a much more complicated man than she'd realized when they started their courtship and she sincerely doubted Anthony would know that. "Besides, I believe I also attempted to give you advice in the arena of love and I specifically recall you ignoring me." She had ended up being right - she always was - and things had worked out in the end. But it was still fun to hold things over his head.
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infamousrake · 6 months ago
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the devil takes many forms, the bible preaches. to lure you in his trap, he will offer honeyed words and sweet offers, all to drag your soul to damnation. and nowhere does he have a more faithful soldier than in the guise of his duchess, sweet eyes a blend of innocence and guile, capable of bending his will with one glance.
❛⠀ i believe you know, ⠀ ❜ ⠀ ⠀ he says, toeing the line.
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when she turns to look at him, for a brief moment, he'd be forgiven for thinking that she's scheming something. but the momentary look clears, and her brow softens, and she is looking at him with all of the devotion that a woman should have for her beloved husband. it's a trap, he must know that. ‘ and what, exactly, might that flaw be? ’ her tone of voice is light, airy, not betraying the fact that he is in dangerous territory, that what he says next determines how well this goes for him.
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