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Daphne Bridgerton
Please leave all correspondence here, action threads as well. While new to the game, her voice-mail message will be automated, and it may take longer than usual for her to reply to texts, videos, and phonecalls.
Daphne Bridgerton
Please leave all correspondence here, action threads as well. While new to the game, her voice-mail message will be automated, and it may take longer than usual for her to reply to texts, videos, and phonecalls.
Your Grace, my name is Miss Sharma, but please call me Kate. Eloise informed me of your arrival and I believe she has explained to you who I am, but I thought I would still introduce myself.
How are you settling in? Please let me know if there's anything I can do to make you feel more comfortable here. I know this city can be daunting, but you are not alone. You can always rely on me for company and tea.
How are you settling in? Please let me know if there's anything I can do to make you feel more comfortable here. I know this city can be daunting, but you are not alone. You can always rely on me for company and tea.
Miss Sharma. Kate. Thank you, for reaching out to me.
Eloise has done so much for me already, and I am glad to know that she told you.
I do not wish to be any hindrance to you, Kate, but I cannot in good faith lie to you. This place is alarming, and it is foreign to me. I am not sure of how I can even settle in.
Perhaps I could ask you to join me for tea at your earliest convenience? I know you must know how much I love my sister, but I do not believe her path here is one that I may draw a great deal of similarity from. Even though I know she would do anything she could for me.
To be frank, I don't feel as though I have a friend here outside of my sister, and that is a daunting reality with every day.
Eloise has done so much for me already, and I am glad to know that she told you.
I do not wish to be any hindrance to you, Kate, but I cannot in good faith lie to you. This place is alarming, and it is foreign to me. I am not sure of how I can even settle in.
Perhaps I could ask you to join me for tea at your earliest convenience? I know you must know how much I love my sister, but I do not believe her path here is one that I may draw a great deal of similarity from. Even though I know she would do anything she could for me.
To be frank, I don't feel as though I have a friend here outside of my sister, and that is a daunting reality with every day.
party on
[It could not be more obvious that Quentin made this thing with some kind of online template. At least it's not animated.]
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*** NO BOMBING BACK
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[He just forwarded this from Castiel to eight random people, blame the angel. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯]
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ONCE YOU'VE BEEN BOMBED, YOU HAVE TO BOMB 8 OTHER PEOPLE! IF YOU GET BOMBED AGAIN YOULL KNOW YOUR REALLY SEXY!!1 IF YOU DIFFUSE THE SEX BOMB CHAIN, YOULL SUFFER A VERY UNSEXY BRAIN INJURY! BOMB WHOEVER YOU THINK IS SEXY!!
*** NO BOMBING BACK
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[He just forwarded this from Castiel to eight random people, blame the angel. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯]
« Age: 21 « Gender: female « Designation: submissive « Orientation: bi, straight-leaning « Contract Status: contracted « OOC: open to new replies ; up for gen, sexting, smut, w/e ; ( kinks ) EXTRA PHOTOS ; NSFW |
[On Christmas Eve a delivery is at the door of a box of (untainted) chocolates - assorted creams which are, typical to the city, in suggestive shapes - and a note: Best wishes for the season! Don't eat them all at once! ~ Quentin Beck]
[A very fancy box is delivered to Daphne's new address. Inside she'll find several sets of lingerie along with some restraints, a wine set and swarovsky Christmas necklace. A note stuffed in the box reads:
"Hope you have a great Christmas, Daphne. Maybe a little fun, too.
-Steve" ]
"Hope you have a great Christmas, Daphne. Maybe a little fun, too.
-Steve" ]
[ Christmas morning, afternoon, and evening, there are deliveries being made, and Elle has plenty to give. Daphne receives a blue dress for the spring and a pink floral scarf. There is a card that reads:
"I hope you have a wonderful holiday and a lovely new year! Elle 💗" ]
"I hope you have a wonderful holiday and a lovely new year! Elle 💗" ]
[ A simple black card with gold writing invites Daphne to the opening of Wrathion's new jewellery business, Obsidian, in the Up -- with the promise of refreshments being provided.
On the back of the card, hand written, an additional note says:
Miss Bridgerton;
You have always had discerning taste. I would consider your custom the highest compliment, but do know I would never charge a friend full price. If you see something your heart desires, do let me know. - Wrathion. ]
On the back of the card, hand written, an additional note says:
Miss Bridgerton;
You have always had discerning taste. I would consider your custom the highest compliment, but do know I would never charge a friend full price. If you see something your heart desires, do let me know. - Wrathion. ]
[Things are complicated, and it’s hard to talk to Daphne about them, knowing what she knows about her sister’s future and not wanting to spoil that for her, but she does at least want to tell her sister the good news.]
Pietro asked me to sign a permanent contract. It was on the swing. It was actually very lovely. [Other than the anxiety and the minor not-argument they had after.]
Pietro asked me to sign a permanent contract. It was on the swing. It was actually very lovely. [Other than the anxiety and the minor not-argument they had after.]
HE BOUGHT ME A RING
AND IT WASNT AN APOLOGY RING EITHER
AND IT WASNT AN APOLOGY RING EITHER
[ daphne has a decent bit going on of late -- having been to the people zoo, then finding out pietro vanished from the city -- but none of that means she's not up to spend time with eponine. takes her about half a day to get back to her. ]
I would still like to spend time together, Eponine.
Would you like to bring the flowers sometime this week, perhaps?
I would still like to spend time together, Eponine.
Would you like to bring the flowers sometime this week, perhaps?
| ❝ | DUPLICITY CITATION No. 19546 Violation: Housing Violation Fine: 3 days People Zoo + 2 weeks curfew Payments must be received within 30 calendar days, or debts will be handed over to the Remittance Facility. | ❞ |
[ the note comes delivered via messenger dressed all in black who won't answer questions if asked. they're there simply to deliver the envelope. ]
Your Grace,
You've been recommended to me as someone I might learn something from regarding 19th century Earth customs. Please accept my invitation for this evening, as I've been assured by your sister, that you are free.
The time and place are attached.
- Lady Qi'ra
[ there is no truth in the statement at all; instead, it follows this conversation with one eloise bridgerton. qi'ra intends to ensure that they can see each other freely and that eloise can enjoy at least one evening somewhat free of her misery. ]
Your Grace,
You've been recommended to me as someone I might learn something from regarding 19th century Earth customs. Please accept my invitation for this evening, as I've been assured by your sister, that you are free.
The time and place are attached.
- Lady Qi'ra
[ there is no truth in the statement at all; instead, it follows this conversation with one eloise bridgerton. qi'ra intends to ensure that they can see each other freely and that eloise can enjoy at least one evening somewhat free of her misery. ]
Edited 2024-04-14 15:44 (UTC)
[Several days after their conversation on the finder, it's mid-afternoon when Daphne receives a text, unnecessary of course, but D'Artagnan has yet to emerge his from his bedroom today and somehow, it seems easier to remain this distanced, should she decline in the wake of his graceless behaviour as of late.]
What've we left in the refrigerator? I thought you might like to have dinner with me.
[A notion which perhaps bodes well, as he's not eaten much at all since returning from the facility.]
What've we left in the refrigerator? I thought you might like to have dinner with me.
[A notion which perhaps bodes well, as he's not eaten much at all since returning from the facility.]
[ daphne isn't expecting a message. she gives d'artagnan the space that he requested, milling about the grounds of the property during the day, unless she's out of the house visiting with a close friend (more often than not, for as long as she is allowed.) she's been scoping out where certain flowers may go. if there's space, resources, to see how planting a small vegetable or herb garden might go. it isn't in her wheelhouse, but there are people they can hire to help with such, right? if it is only an interest of hers, she wouldn't expect d'artagnan or geralt to have anything to do with it...
she's outside when she feels the vibration of her phone in her pocket, reaching for it and looking down in surprise. this question, she already knows the answer to. she's fussed around in the kitchen of late too, a pretty arrangement of spring flowers on the counter.
declining does not even enter her mind. ]
I would like to do so, yes.
We have plenty to make a nice salad. There is some fish I have been meaning to make, also a type of sausage, I believe. Some ground meat. Our pantry is full of any dried ingredients we may wish to use.
[ a long beat, her eyes tilting to the sky -- she's only just outside the house. ]
We may speak in person regarding what we could make, if you wish.
she's outside when she feels the vibration of her phone in her pocket, reaching for it and looking down in surprise. this question, she already knows the answer to. she's fussed around in the kitchen of late too, a pretty arrangement of spring flowers on the counter.
declining does not even enter her mind. ]
I would like to do so, yes.
We have plenty to make a nice salad. There is some fish I have been meaning to make, also a type of sausage, I believe. Some ground meat. Our pantry is full of any dried ingredients we may wish to use.
[ a long beat, her eyes tilting to the sky -- she's only just outside the house. ]
We may speak in person regarding what we could make, if you wish.
[ Maybe Anthony Bridgerton is not the first person someone thinks of when it comes to flower arrangements. But he'd listened to Violet enough over the years, even when she thought he was perhaps not listening. And, also, breakup flowers are really useful when you've decided to stop seeing your mistresses.
(Is that like breaking up over text? 100%.)
These are not breakup flowers though. When he knocks on her door, Anthony is holding an entire apology bouquet, and a pained expression to match. The main flower is, of course, the yellow rose (infidelity, the color of falsehoods and jealousy). They are paired with scarlet geraniums (stupidity), tuberose (dangerous pleasures), poppies (consolation), and with a smattering of white violets (candor). The greens leaves are from bitter-sweet nightshade (truth). It makes for an overall pleasing mix of yellows, reds, and whites atop the greens. Or maybe it would, if its message weren't so dire.
When she opens the door for him, he finds it hard to meet her eyes.]
Sister, I... [ he holds out the flowers for her, as if he's certain they will be the start and end of this conversation ] these are for you.
(Is that like breaking up over text? 100%.)
These are not breakup flowers though. When he knocks on her door, Anthony is holding an entire apology bouquet, and a pained expression to match. The main flower is, of course, the yellow rose (infidelity, the color of falsehoods and jealousy). They are paired with scarlet geraniums (stupidity), tuberose (dangerous pleasures), poppies (consolation), and with a smattering of white violets (candor). The greens leaves are from bitter-sweet nightshade (truth). It makes for an overall pleasing mix of yellows, reds, and whites atop the greens. Or maybe it would, if its message weren't so dire.
When she opens the door for him, he finds it hard to meet her eyes.]
Sister, I... [ he holds out the flowers for her, as if he's certain they will be the start and end of this conversation ] these are for you.
[ daphne has not adjusted to the emotional onslaught of late. brothers arriving, her not-husband. it's all kept her bottling up concerns and frettings all her own, not wishing to have any sort of conversation about the bizarre dilemma of different timelines trying to shove together like tectonic plates.
violet knows all of her children better than anyone, yes. but daphne has followed in their mama's footsteps in a multitude of ways, including being acutely aware of the different expressions and body language of each of her siblings as they've all grown together over the years. not that anthony does much to hide that he bears some sort of concern.
she actively tries to meet his eyes, line of sight flicking over to the bouquet and back to him several times as she vainly hopes he'll cave and meet her eyes. whatever could he possibly be presenting her a token of apology for? honestly. ]
Anthony. [ her head tilts, pressing smile lifting on her lips, gaze set on his face. still, with a soft sigh, she reaches to take the flowers, the array of color delighting her, symbology of the different blooms slowly trickling in. she doesn't jump to any conclusion, not the one that he may hope she might've. she knows what his heart is capable of, what he may set his mind to if he so chooses, that his interests can parallel ones that may not seem a viscount's first choice.
him putting together flowers, bespoke for the eldest sister but still younger than him, meant to convey much more than what he's willing to say? not what her mind jumps to.
she wrinkles her nose. ]
They are beautiful. [ and she take a half step back, bringing the flowers to her face to hum out an inhale in appreciation, gray eyes casting over to him. ] Come inside. Tell me what struck you to bring your sister so kind a gift.
[ you gonna stand out there all day or follow her inside? she expects him to follow, to close the door, so she can move inside further in, toward the kitchen to find a place for the flowers. ]
violet knows all of her children better than anyone, yes. but daphne has followed in their mama's footsteps in a multitude of ways, including being acutely aware of the different expressions and body language of each of her siblings as they've all grown together over the years. not that anthony does much to hide that he bears some sort of concern.
she actively tries to meet his eyes, line of sight flicking over to the bouquet and back to him several times as she vainly hopes he'll cave and meet her eyes. whatever could he possibly be presenting her a token of apology for? honestly. ]
Anthony. [ her head tilts, pressing smile lifting on her lips, gaze set on his face. still, with a soft sigh, she reaches to take the flowers, the array of color delighting her, symbology of the different blooms slowly trickling in. she doesn't jump to any conclusion, not the one that he may hope she might've. she knows what his heart is capable of, what he may set his mind to if he so chooses, that his interests can parallel ones that may not seem a viscount's first choice.
him putting together flowers, bespoke for the eldest sister but still younger than him, meant to convey much more than what he's willing to say? not what her mind jumps to.
she wrinkles her nose. ]
They are beautiful. [ and she take a half step back, bringing the flowers to her face to hum out an inhale in appreciation, gray eyes casting over to him. ] Come inside. Tell me what struck you to bring your sister so kind a gift.
[ you gonna stand out there all day or follow her inside? she expects him to follow, to close the door, so she can move inside further in, toward the kitchen to find a place for the flowers. ]
Sister? [Oh, this is awkward. She had meant to check with Daphne, but a lot of it had become so overwhelming, and then from there it had just spiraled until the toast was made.
She knows Daphne must be feeling this hard.]
I do not wish for you to worry over anything. I have called in some cleaners. I just-- I just hope that you... are well after all of it.
[Please be okay.]
She knows Daphne must be feeling this hard.]
I do not wish for you to worry over anything. I have called in some cleaners. I just-- I just hope that you... are well after all of it.
[Please be okay.]
[Where did Simon get stationary and a pen to write this letter? Unclear. He very possibly had to bribe someone to send it, being that he is without a contract still. But the letter arrives a few days after the party. It was sent the next day, if the post mark is to be believed.
It is impeccably penned. Or it starts that way, anyway. ]
Daphne,
I must beg your forgiveness for my delay in corresponding with you. I have startrd this letter countless times, yet each attempt has found me dissatisfied with its contents whether through my own lack of grace or the haste in which I feel I must address you. As this is now my final remaining sheet of paper, I must speak plainly, and I pray you will forgive any frankness in my form of address.
To begin, the invitation to your family's ball was quite gracious, and I played the fool by avoiding you. I pray you will forgive me. This ball was a far preferable celebration than those held at the ton to showcase the marriage mart, and I was most impressed by your skill in organizing such an event without the ample assistance of your(perhaps our?) staff. I only regret that I did not tell you as much in person.
Since arriving, I have been fortunate enough to find myself reacquainted with your siblings, including those I did not know well such as Eloise, Benedict, and Colin. I can say with full certainty that you and your family are undoubtedlythe kindest fortunate to have each other for support in so strange a city as this.
[ He should probably stop before it sounds like he slept with the three of them. Because he didn't! He didn't even sleep with Anthony, really, though fucking on the lawn still counts. The next part of the letter is not entirely a smudge, but it is clear that Simon made several attempts on how to start it, before ultimately scratching out and starting anew.
He believes he has no right to ask her anything, really, before they speak of this thing between them. ]
Did you enjoy yourself as well?
All those I spoke to had only praise for your efforts
A familiar scene was almost welcome
I only wish I could
I find myself wishing to hear how you achieved such a feat
I find that, though I spoke to many Bridgertons this last eve, in avoiding you I missed the very heart of the evening. And though I know it is not within my right to ask this of you—to speak to you as though there is not this thing between us that must be addressed—but I wish to know if this ball made you happy. My heart aches to realize I do not know you well enough to assume the answer.
But I digress. This letter grows long, and the remaining space on this page ever short. I have strayed from the purpose of it as I did in all my previous attempts. Brevity fails me when I employ the use of a pen, it seems.
I shall thus be brief. I am aware that my presence here is a hindrance to you. Our marriage, which was known to all but myself, lies at the heart of this. Yet it is far too complex a matter to be addressed over paper, or text, or voice messages as has been suggested to me. This shall be a conversation to be had in person.
You deserve no less.
But I fear I am not yet ready, and I fear this means you have married a coward. In truth, a coward is the kindest of insults I should grant myself. Your brother would have far worse. And is it true he and I nearly dueled for your honor? I fear you may have married a fool.
[ His writing gets hastier the closer he gets to the end. ]
I am distracted once more. Forgive me. I do not know when I will be able to have this conversation with you, but know that it weighs on my mind gravely. As does your happiness.
I hope you have found it here.
Respectfully,
Simon Basset
[ He wrote all that just to be like "I'm a fool and a coward and I don't know when I'll actually talk to you, OK, bye" I'm so. Sorry. ]
It is impeccably penned. Or it starts that way, anyway. ]
Daphne,
I must beg your forgiveness for my delay in corresponding with you. I have startrd this letter countless times, yet each attempt has found me dissatisfied with its contents whether through my own lack of grace or the haste in which I feel I must address you. As this is now my final remaining sheet of paper, I must speak plainly, and I pray you will forgive any frankness in my form of address.
To begin, the invitation to your family's ball was quite gracious, and I played the fool by avoiding you. I pray you will forgive me. This ball was a far preferable celebration than those held at the ton to showcase the marriage mart, and I was most impressed by your skill in organizing such an event without the ample assistance of your
Since arriving, I have been fortunate enough to find myself reacquainted with your siblings, including those I did not know well such as Eloise, Benedict, and Colin. I can say with full certainty that you and your family are undoubtedly
[ He should probably stop before it sounds like he slept with the three of them. Because he didn't! He didn't even sleep with Anthony, really, though fucking on the lawn still counts. The next part of the letter is not entirely a smudge, but it is clear that Simon made several attempts on how to start it, before ultimately scratching out and starting anew.
He believes he has no right to ask her anything, really, before they speak of this thing between them. ]
I find that, though I spoke to many Bridgertons this last eve, in avoiding you I missed the very heart of the evening. And though I know it is not within my right to ask this of you—to speak to you as though there is not this thing between us that must be addressed—but I wish to know if this ball made you happy. My heart aches to realize I do not know you well enough to assume the answer.
But I digress. This letter grows long, and the remaining space on this page ever short. I have strayed from the purpose of it as I did in all my previous attempts. Brevity fails me when I employ the use of a pen, it seems.
I shall thus be brief. I am aware that my presence here is a hindrance to you. Our marriage, which was known to all but myself, lies at the heart of this. Yet it is far too complex a matter to be addressed over paper, or text, or voice messages as has been suggested to me. This shall be a conversation to be had in person.
You deserve no less.
But I fear I am not yet ready, and I fear this means you have married a coward. In truth, a coward is the kindest of insults I should grant myself. Your brother would have far worse. And is it true he and I nearly dueled for your honor? I fear you may have married a fool.
[ His writing gets hastier the closer he gets to the end. ]
I am distracted once more. Forgive me. I do not know when I will be able to have this conversation with you, but know that it weighs on my mind gravely. As does your happiness.
I hope you have found it here.
Respectfully,
Simon Basset
[ He wrote all that just to be like "I'm a fool and a coward and I don't know when I'll actually talk to you, OK, bye" I'm so. Sorry. ]
Edited (it looked like comic sans on my own computer, I had to change it...) 2024-06-29 04:41 (UTC)
[ a note, sent with flowers that he grew himself. it's not long, succinct in nature - he isn't a wordy person on a good day, but it's well intentioned. ]
Miss Bridgerton,
I don't think we've met, but I wanted to thank you for the party you recently hosted. I had a very good time.
- Castiel
Miss Bridgerton,
I don't think we've met, but I wanted to thank you for the party you recently hosted. I had a very good time.
- Castiel
Are you well Daphne?
[Seeing Whistledown, reading what has been written of his family, Colin's only thought is Daphne and how this might have hurt her.
If Daphne aches, so does he. The sister he has known best, cared for most. She helped him through the scandal with Lady Crane, he hopes to offer the same.]
Do not let yourself be disheartened. Your fete seems to have been a triumph. I hear so many speak of how they enjoyed themselves.
[Seeing Whistledown, reading what has been written of his family, Colin's only thought is Daphne and how this might have hurt her.
If Daphne aches, so does he. The sister he has known best, cared for most. She helped him through the scandal with Lady Crane, he hopes to offer the same.]
Do not let yourself be disheartened. Your fete seems to have been a triumph. I hear so many speak of how they enjoyed themselves.
[Given the complexities of late, between Simon and Anthony, Simon and Daphne, and now Eloise, Penelope, and Colin, she thinks it best to fess up. So ring, ring, sister.]
Daphne. I should like a word. I need to tell you something given what has already transpired between our brother-- I suppose both Anthony and now Colin. [Gritting her teeth.]
It is nothing near untoward, but I wish to be honest with you still. The strangeness of the fog had the Duke and I dancing last week. Nothing else were to happen, merely we had a rather lovely pleasant conversation as we always do, but I wish to be completely honest with you.
[Clearly there are no intentions on her part.]
Daphne. I should like a word. I need to tell you something given what has already transpired between our brother-- I suppose both Anthony and now Colin. [Gritting her teeth.]
It is nothing near untoward, but I wish to be honest with you still. The strangeness of the fog had the Duke and I dancing last week. Nothing else were to happen, merely we had a rather lovely pleasant conversation as we always do, but I wish to be completely honest with you.
[Clearly there are no intentions on her part.]
[ her breath holds as eloise begins to speak, exhale coming out so slowly from her mouth that she's grateful they are not in the same room. it is so customary since their family numbers have multiplied in the city that she braces herself for stressful situations.
even so, there is no one among them that she trusts as much as eloise, with what they have experienced together in the past year and some.
she can't help the questioning sound she makes, throat clearing, voice cautious but curious. ]
I trust you always, sister. Thank you, for telling me. Is it the nature of what the two of you spoke on that you may have to tell me about or...is it something else? I...I did not dance with anyone that evening, but I heard of going-ons...
[ carefully said. ]
even so, there is no one among them that she trusts as much as eloise, with what they have experienced together in the past year and some.
she can't help the questioning sound she makes, throat clearing, voice cautious but curious. ]
I trust you always, sister. Thank you, for telling me. Is it the nature of what the two of you spoke on that you may have to tell me about or...is it something else? I...I did not dance with anyone that evening, but I heard of going-ons...
[ carefully said. ]
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