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 Beaconsfell House: "Will you be my Queen?", 4/10 - pm; Blake, Charity, Anne
Charity Pritchard (Lin)
Posted: Sep 21 2008, 03:35 AM


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Dinner was a draggy affair. Of course Blake had been duped into asking Harriet Fforde to dance. By conversation it seemed. Yet there was only one woman who he truly wanted a dance with. It was unsure at this point if that one woman would grace him with a number. He allowed his family, in his brother's company to head to Almacks first, before having his groom bring the second carriage. Checking his appearance in the mirror, the cream brocade waist coat, over a starched white shirt, the Navy color of his evening coat, marked by the understated black tortoise buttons. His carvat was a light blue, deciding for once to deviate from the usual white.

He let his valet straighten his necktie again before brushing him away and stepping out of the house and into the waiting carriage. Giving instructions to his driver to head immediately to Beaconsfell House he anticipated his companion's appearance. Anne Bromley had declined his company of a drive that morning, and he understood that, the severity of the night at Vauxhall still fresh in her mind. He had no doubt that the path they both chose to take was the right one. But still there were something that we better left unsaid.

The carriage rumbled to a stop just outside Beaconsfell house, and Blake told the driver to wait as he hopped out of the carriage and went up the steps to the house. Without knocking, the door was opened to him and he nodded to the butler before heading inside. Shown to the drawing room by the staff, he helped himself to a chair, the same one he had sat on two nights ago. Keeping one ear pealed for noises from the main apartments of the house, it was not long before he was rewarded by the light patter of footsteps. Standing, he leaned against the arm of the chair, ready to greet the lady of the house.


' Good evening, cherie."


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Anne Bromley (Crystal-lee)
Posted: Sep 21 2008, 05:48 AM


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Anne Bromley had spent the great part of the day deciding whether to feign illness or not. She had in fact been so close, that she left getting ready until the later stages of the day. Even as she stood scrutinizing herself before her full length chamber mirror, she felt nauseous.

Certainly, Blake's letter had been kind. It wasn't that. It wasn't even that she was worried about the other members of the Haute ton, although she was. Something made her incredibly embarrassed about the way she had acted in front of the handsome Marquess. How quickly he had managed to wrap her around his finger, when she'd sworn she was prepared for such tricks.

But something inside his eyes had told her there was no ruse.

The Viscountess inhaled a shaky breath as she heard Herrington's knock at her door. He had arrived. There was in fact, no turning back.

Anne made her way down the staircase carefully, holding back the beautiful champagne colored silk of the exquisite dress she wore. She had had one of Beatrice's dresses altered, so it was a lot more elaborate than what she would have chosen for herself. But this failure of her own choice had definitely worked in her favor. She looked breathtakingly radiant in the Parisian silk, the bodice tantalizingly tight, exposing the tops of her bound breasts in a gentle curve.

Her blond curls were groomed around her face in the most flattering design and a small crystal pendant clasped the hair in place. A matching jeweled necklace decorated her decollate just beneath the incline of her slender throat.

As Anne rounded the corner into the living room, she visibly stuttered in her tracks, caught off guard by the Marquess' appearance. How did he manage to have such a hold over her? He looked absolutely handsome in his cream waist coat, and stark white shirt, accenting his features in a perfect way and understating his confident disposition. It took a few moments to recover but Anne's eyes finally managed to meet his.

Her heart betrayed her and fluttered quicker in its cage. He'd called her Cherie.

"My Lord..." She wanted to say more, but word failed her when she needed them most.




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Blake Pritchard (Lin)
Posted: Sep 22 2008, 06:44 AM


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She walked in, a vision in a shimmering light gold, the color of the champagne that he loved. She looked delectable. And stunned to see him. "Perhaps I was just a few fractions of the minute too early in my arrival?" He drawled, and seeing that she was stunned into silence he took steps forward and retrieved her hand from where it rested next to her hip. Bringing it up to his lips, he brushed a kiss across her knuckles.

" Has your sleep been tolerable, Lady Newburry?" He asked, his voice in a murmur, the both of them still in the positions that they had held as the Lady entered. He was successful in taming his baser instincts, already a victory considering that Anne Bromley was clothed in a dress that was akin to a second skin. The fabric floated over her, clinging to her, as if she belonged in it, the bodice, lower then what she wore usually.

Her hand shivered in his, and he wondered again, what did she fear, what was it in her that feared? Feared him even. He blanked on that. And again he asked himself, what did he want? Did he want Lady Anne, or did he want a proper family, a proper lady for his home and his family? And what about Lady Anne that wasn't proper? Blake was stuck. He didn't want to think about it. For now, for tonight, he wanted to live in the present, he wanted to enjoy the company of this very beautiful, very smart and very talented lady. He wanted to experience his first debutante's in an age with a woman he trusted, and he hoped, trusted him as well.

And then perhaps by the end of the night, they might even end up becoming friends.

One could hope, right?


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Anne Bromley (Crystal-lee)
Posted: Sep 22 2008, 07:03 AM


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Oh just speak you bloody fool.

Anne mentally chastised herself when she found her eyes gazing into his with all of the hidden desire of an over ripe debutant. She swallowed to lubricate her throat and inclined her head to the side, regarding him with a more reserved expression, if only to allow herself to think clearly for a few careful minutes. "Oh, you are not early my Lord. I was running a little behind the appropriate time myself, you'll forgive me."

Anne slid her long, slender fingers from Blake's grasp and hooked it within the safety of her own. "My sleep has been most tolerable." She lied. She had in fact gotten much work done since their visit, and had spent the night hours burning the candles in her studio to their base. But somehow, although she had other projects at hand, she found herself moulding without thinking, versions of the profile of the man that stood before her. When she had discovered her error she had taken her hands and pressed them so firmly in to the clay that the sculpture coming to life had turned into a mere ball of unidentifiable proportions.

"I did mean everything in the letter I had sent my Lord by my messenger. Do not think your good nature to me shall go unrewarded. I will see to it that should your young charge Elise wish to study with me, that I will insure her success in the art's Academy. I will be certain to speak most highly of her to the figures that matter and will see to it she is only given the very best attention for her work." Why Anne felt she needed to explain what she would do for the Marquess, wasn't clear. All the older woman knew was that a favor was a favor and she wouldn't see the one Blake was offering to her, be passed by as something she'd deserved.

Her heart refused to slow inside her chest and she stared into Blake's eyes with her own crystalline blue ice colored ones.


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Elise Hampton (Lin)
Posted: Sep 22 2008, 07:24 AM


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" I did not believe my good nature to you, or indeed any kindness shown to anyone was due to the want of a return favor?" Blake asked slowly, letting her take her hand from him- if that made her more comfortable, then so be it. Although it did sting a little that she could even fear her. " And while I thank you for your intended kindness to Elise, I am not particularly sure I am to be grateful for your view of me."

How could he explain to her, that what he did, he did out of liking for her. Whether or not that was in a romantic inclination, or just pure platonic friendship, was not even in the picture. What he did, his kindness- in her words, his genuine admiration in her talent, her wit, and his respect to her, his esteem to her person. All this he would like to think that he did them of his own willingness, not for the sake of a return favor she was sure to give. In all honesty, he did not expect a return favor, and neither would he allow her to continue on in her thinking he did.

He told her as much. " If you would, Lady Newburry, cease in your self-deceit, you will perhaps then understand that I, as a gentleman of character and honor, will not, will never allow such a string of assumption to carry on in the mind of any lady of my acquaintance." he said finally, with the conviction of a determined clergyman ( and he knew that clergymen were determined indeed.)

"If your liking for Elise brings you to help her in her endeavor for a reputation as a reknowned artist like yourself, then so be it, and I thank you for it. But if your aid to her, results only from something you rather believe you have return the favor for, then I do not think neither Elise nor I would appreciate it." Harsh were the words but Blake was affronted. While the both of them were grown adults in a fast paced world, there was no need to view the society in such shallow forms.

It pained Blake to see the hurt in her eyes, and how her own mind was warped to conform to such strange notions as regarding to genuine liking of her person.


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Anne Bromley (Crystal-lee)
Posted: Sep 22 2008, 07:40 AM


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While Anne's opinion of Elise and her desire to see such a kind young woman properly taken care of was definitely a true and honest thought, she had expected to offer it when nothing else of any value could be brought to the table. What Blake was doing for her was too kind a thing to be out of the goodness of his heart. Or at least that had been her general consensus of men in general. When they gave, they wanted in return - and usually with interest added for good measure. She so wanted to link Blake to these men. She wanted to stamp him with every single stereotype of the Aristocratic man she could think of. She wanted to make it easy to push him aside and to retreat as she was so accustom to doing.

The Viscount had trained her well.

But despite what she felt she wanted to do to Blake, she knew in her deepest sincere thoughts, that these thoughts were an attitude she could only wish she had. She wanted so to be nonchalant. She didn't want to muddle herself with genuine thoughts that required her to reveal herself too fully. But in his eyes, something seemed to catch her full attention. His voice seemed to roll so expertly off his tongue that it felt as though her ears would attract the sound - not letting it reverberate off of a single tainted piece of furniture. When he breathed she felt her own lungs expand.

Anne shook her head, clearing her own thoughts. "I will do what I can for Elise, because I feel she is a wonderful young woman with a talent that will take her far beyond her own dreaming. I should hope my Lord that I have not given you a bitter taste in your mouth."

Was she explaining herself? She went on, "You will excuse my uncertainty in this continued..." Friendship? Courtship? Acquaintance? "... experience. But, my reservations have little to do with you distinctly and everything to do with the society you grace and the wife you will take."

Anne lowered her chin at the pinnacle of her graceful neck. "I am continuously rewarded by your nature, and thankful to be enjoying your company for a second evening."

She so hoped she hadn't spoiled everything.


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Blake Pritchard (Lin)
Posted: Sep 22 2008, 08:26 AM


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" I should hope that the future mistress of my home will not have such a hold over you, cherie be it as friends, or anything else. If so, she must be a terrible sight to behold and I am not particularly sure I would wish to get married at all." He said rather lightly, hoping to bring back a little gaiety into the evening ahead. He took her hand again, whether or not it was against her wishes, and tucked it into the crook of her arm. " Now, if we are over the serious issues between us, perhaps you could bring yourself to enjoy the evening ahead? And we might depart for the Assembly before the patronesses rain hell on us?"

Blake returned to his own humorous self, less brooding, less sardonic, for her benefit, not intending to have her upset at her self for the festivities ahead. He regretted his words instantly when that look came upon her face, of sadness, a little grief, and memories of the past. He had tried his best to make her forget them, and successfully turned her thoughts to somewhere else instead, and in this instances, those thoughts were for him.

" Society in general can go to hades where I am concerned." He said comfortingly, running a thumb over the silken hand that lay on the superfine of his navy coat.

And in an undertone, he smiled at her and said, " And it surprises me that you think yourself rewarded, while I think the same. It has been a pleasure to be of your company."


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Anne Bromley (Crystal-lee)
Posted: Sep 22 2008, 08:38 AM


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Anne's lips soon found themselves in an uncharacteristically large smile. She let Blake hold her hand in the safety of his own and felt some relief knowing he would be at her side for Almack's. She had spoken to her sister earlier in the day to tell her that she would be attending the festivities, escorted by a Blake in only the purest of fashions. Beatrice had remained unsure of the Marquess' intentions but she had been impressed the night before when he had so vehemently defended her sister's honor.

Anne drew her free hand to a shift of silken material and held the hems off of the ground and just a little away from her matching slippers so that she did not trip as they made their way to the door and then outside towards the Marquess' waiting curricle. Herrington had remained standing at the door until he saw his Mistress boarding the carriage. Anne paused and turned around before ascending and offered her Butler a careful gaze before tapping her forearm. This seemed to be a sign to the Butler who nodded his head affirmatively and headed inside the townhouse.

The Viscountess sat carefully upon the carriage's cushion and settled her skirts neatly around her, affixing Blake with a gentle, respectful gaze. "It is quite an evening."




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