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atticlights ( ft. simon ! )
bridgerton , an english name . it made the duke wonder where she had grown up and if somehow they had crossed paths somewhere on the island . what a small world . and yet it wasn’t . too many people , too many problems . and there it was the somewhat too forward words , but something about her- daphne’s words don’t make simon cringe for her . a short laugh comes from his lips followed my a small smirk . “ simon , ” he announces , taking her hand to shake . “ duke of hastings . not a hot french serial killer . ”
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and there it is . she hasn’t just made a complete muppet of herself in front of another brit , but a duke . she tries to turn on her sparkle - - to salvage the situation , but she thinks it may be lost . ❝ hastings ? i’m sure we have stuffy friends in common somewhere . my brother’s a viscount , not that it matters much to him . the title sort of died with my father . we went to kate & william’s wedding , though . ❞ she shakes his hand , offering him a sheepish smile . she tucks her hair behind her ear , rubbing at the back of her neck , nose crinkling .
❝ seeing as i haven’t figured you out at all your grace , i’d be grateful if you gave me some time . you’re quite the enigma , and i’m usually rather good. ❞
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alittlexwicked - ELPHABA
finding herself standing awkwardly amidst all of the grandeur and finery, elphaba cursed herself for allowing nessarose to talk her into attending such an event. she could never be accused of shying away from opportunities to do good in the world but surely a donation from the family would have done just as well, if not better, than her mediocre presence.
though nessa had protested mightily, elphaba was hellbent on wearing a suit and neither hell nor high water were going to dissuade her. elphie’s fashion was ever the sticking point between the two siblings with the younger sister taking every available opportunity to encourage and even in some cases bully the older into making more flattering choices, to no avail. elphaba was firmly of the mind that the distinction between men’s and women’s labels were merely obstacles for her to overcome and anyone could wear whatever clothing they liked, provided they had the courage to do so.
the woman before her could have been the textbook definition of graceful feminine charms, so far as she could tell. all of those swags and baubles would have made elphaba look like an over decorated christmas tree. still, she was used to her own sister’s neediness and had no qualms about helping a maiden in need.
“i’m clearly not a fit judge for these sorts of things but why would you want to wear something just because everyone else happens to think it’s cool?” she couldn’t resist the urge to ask as she stepped forth to help fasten the corsage ‘round delicate wrist.
she is beyond grateful when the other woman rushes to her aid , and turns her wrist as if she can be of some assistance to the careful ministrations of her rescuer . ❝ you sound just like my sister . . . ❞ daphne laughs , bell - like giggling hiding real hurt . she misses eloise and her judgement . eloise who she envies for walking boldly into a room and not giving a monkey’s about what anyone thinks . eloise who is always so sure of herself . daphne has never been so sure of anything , and she wonders , perhaps , if it has made her weak . if she is silly where eloise is bold .
❝ for me , it’s about still seeing the beauty in a tradition that seems . . . antiquated . no one needs to know that i gave myself this corsage . i can happily be my own date . ❞ she laughs again , but it comes out weaker this time . daphne wants so very much to be enough for herself. ❝ thank you , all the same. ❞ she clears her throat , and carefully fingers the petals with her other hand ,
❝ i wouldn’t be so quick to judge your own appearance . i think you look rather bold . though you’ve made it very apparent that you don’t care , suit’s are very in vogue right now . ❞ she raises a brow , before a peal of laughter escapes her . ❝ i’m daphne . to whom do i owe tonight’s rescue to ? one day , i’ll have to name a statue after you , or something . . .. wherever my mediocrity takes me. ❞
#ft. elphaba thropp !#alittlexwicked#i love them ?#the friendship i didn't know i needed ??#ok it's basically galinda x elphie but wHATEVER#give me more
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atticlights ( simon )
it wasn’t often another waves simon off . he’s heard and seen it all from woman , men and people . its something that simon , at first , thought was cool but as he grew the more he received the creeper the exchanges had been . this peaked his interest in the woman before him . “ should i help you home then ? ” he asks . “ to make it seem super genuine ? ” it wasn’t like him to offer such a thing . “ yes the glasses are okay , for now . or until i loose them . ”
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she was being forward . if her mother could see her now , she’d be cringing to high heaven , but she didn’t care . she know she should say no to strange men offering to walking her flat , but something about the man draws her in . ❝ well , maybe with a proper introduction and a promise you’re not a hot french serial killer . . . ❞ she offers a gloved hand for him to shake , eyes flicking upward to meet his. it is only then that she smiles , a real laugh accompanying her words .
❝ daphne bridgerton . ❞
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she has attended events like this before in london , but not without the close oversight of her brothers , and the near gaze of her mama . the only way she had been allowed to slip the guardianship of her tante winifred was the strict approval of her gown , and the fact that she was too fatigued to attend herself.
a violet gown ( color in honor of her mother ) embellished with gold filigree adorns her petite frame . her hair swept away from her face , loose curls rolling down her shoulders . she feels the very picture elegance . the only point of struggle ?
the evening gloves she fiddles with now . they are uncomfortable , and feel strange around her arms . she tugs at the tops , and then pulls carefully at the corsage that sits delicately on her right wrist. she finds that one of the stems in her corsage has caught the glove in all of her fidgeting . - - with a huff of frustration , she turns to the person nearest her .
❝ i think i might be in need of a savior . ❞ she holds her arm out helplessly. ❝ and before you say anything , corsages are still cool. i made this one myself. ❞
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atticlights:
𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒆
it was his last workout of the week . he enjoyed taking the weekend off to be … somewhat social but mostly for the relaxation he can’t find during the week . he was coming out of the gym , putting on his glasses when his body came in contact with another’s . “ shit , ” he mumbled , offering out his hand to the other . “ i’m so terribly sorry . ”
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her motivation to actually go to the gym is wavering at best , but her aunt winnie is ruthless . she knows that if she doesn’t at least pretend , she’ll phone her mum , and if her mum gets involved , she wont hear the end of it . she’s nearly about to remove her gloves and walk toward the gym entrance , when her frame collides with another . he offers her his hand , and she waves him off .
❝ no , no . it’s fine , really . this puffer coat is like a built in marshmallow . plus , i can pretend i sustained an injury and conveniently couldn’t attend my barre class ! are you alright ? glasess in tact ? ❞
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