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thedarknesssings · 2 months
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The Viscount.
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multifandomsw · 2 years
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Summary: You had always loved him, would always do, however, did the oldest Bridgerton brother still like you after all that had happened between you? Are there any feelings that come back to the surface, after not seeing each other for years? Was the love truly unrequited?
Unrequited
Part 4
“If you will not stop pacing like that, I’ll murder you and bury you in our garden where I’ll guarantee you, no one will ever find you.”, Eloise threatened as she only tried to read her book.
However, Anthony’s pacing did not stop, his mind clearly in full activity as he thought of what he would be doing to fix everything.
Benedict only groaned as he leaned forward and threw away the book he had been reading. “That’s enough, everyone out, except for you Anthony.”, Benedict ordered and his family all listened to him, knowing that eventually someone had to talk to Anthony.
And Benedict would be the best option, considering they had always been really close to each other.
“I prefer him being protective over this.”, Eloise mumbled before leaving the room with the latest Lady Whistledown in her hand.
“So you are going to tell me what happened?”, Benedict questioned as he watched with amusement as his brother just would not stop pacing.
Anthony was pulled out of his thoughts, looking around the room in confusion before his eyes landed on Benedict. “Where is everyone?”
Benedict let out a small laugh. “I can’t watch your-“ He looked around if there was a sign of his mother before he continued. “Sorry ass anymore. Tell me what’s wrong.”
Anthony’s face scrunched up at the mere thought of what had all happened. “Nothing at all.”, he tried to brush it away, but Benedict did not buy it at all.
“Well, I kinda know what is going on, so there’s no escaping in telling me.”, Benedict grinned at his brother and wiggled with his eyebrows.
“I threatened the prince.”, Anthony mumbled under his breath, to which Benedict almost choked on his own spit.
“You- what?”, Benedict wanted him to repeat it, hoping he had just misheard.
“Yes, I did. I made a deal with him, he’s going to keep distance from her.”, Anthony explained, to which Benedict chuckled.
“But you said there was a deal? What is the deal?”, Benedict wanted to know, still not convinced that Anthony should have talked to the prince in the first place.
“I assured him that he will marry the season’s diamond this year, you know after what happened last year with Daphne it didn’t take a lot of convincing for him to agree. I even think it took almost none.”, Anthony stated his plan proudly.
Benedict, on the other hand, let out a nervous chuckle. “You’re, respectfully, such an idiot Anthony. Be happy that I have the brains in our family.”
Anthony furrowed his eyebrows. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“Brother, come on, use your brains. That plan won’t end well.”, Benedict reasoned, getting no response from his brother.
“Your amour is a beautiful woman.”, Benedict began, receiving a death-glare from Anthony. “I won’t deny it, and before you kill me please listen. She looks great, she’s attending her first season, she’s probably innocent and sweet. What does that mean, Anthony?”
Anthony still tried to puzzle together the pieces in his head. “Why do I have such a stupid big brother?”, Benedict mumbled under his breath.
“There is a possibility that she’s going to be the season’s diamond, Anthony! A great possibility, even.”
Anthony froze- literally froze - he did not even breathe anymore. He had not even thought about that. It was so obvious, of course it was.
“I’m such an idiot.”, the oldest Bridgerton brother almost yelled out, trying to grab anything to just throw it at Benedict.
“I’m happy for your self-awareness, brother. But that does not mean that you have to kill me.”, Benedict laughed.
“So what should I do? Why did I not think about that!”, Anthony’s mind was running wildyl.
“I don’t know brother, why did you not think of it? Maybe because you’re so in love that you aren’t even able to think straight, let alone form reasonable thoughts.”
They had never truly talked about Anthony’s feelings, but everyone in the family was more than aware that Anthony was hopelessly in love with you.
Anthony only scoffed at his brother. “Don’t talk so much, we need to figure something out. Yesterday I talked to her and I messed it up badly. She is obligated to marry this year and if it’s going to be some of these idiots and sexist of man I will not let that happen.”
“We?”, Benedict asked, ignoring the other part.
“Yes! We.”
You were sitting in the Bridgerton garden, talking to Eloise and catching up on the missed years. Truth be told, you had always loved Eloise like your own sister and she was definitely one of your favorite siblings in the family.
Penelope, who was one of your dearest friends too, had joined you both. It felt good talking to your old friends.
“So..”, Eloise began, looking at Penelope with a knowing expression on her face. Penelope only smirked in return, continuing Eloise’s sentence. “Have you talked to him yet?”
You knew exactly who they meant by him. But you did not let yourself be caught off guard. “I don’t know what you’re talking about?”, you tried carefully.
Eloise said your name slowly, giving you a look. You only sighed and fumbled with your fingers.
“I did actually. After he managed to get the prince to not even look into my direction again. Really, no offense Eloise, but he thinks I’m one of his sisters and he can protect me!”
Eloise exchanged a smirk with Penelope, almost laughing at how oblivious you really were. She, however, did not say anything. It was not their place to tell you yet.
“So, you didn’t catch up and did not sort out anything that had happened between you, but fought with each other?”, Eloise came to that conclusion, remembering how distraught Anthony was the whole day.
“There is nothing to catch up to, nothing to sort out.” You were lying to yourself, both Penelope and Eloise saw right through you.
“You know how miserable Anthony became after you left? After our father’s death?”, Eloise asked, a question rather rhetorical and for herself to answer.
“He’s literally become a Rake. He let himself fall into work and into the arms of an opera singer, just to get his thoughts off of you. I caught them kissing one day.”, Eloise explained to you.
She did not want to hurt you, not at all, but she needed to see if you really cared. And by the hurt that flashed across your face, she got her confirmation.
You and her brother were both obviously in love with each other.
“It is certainly his life and he can do whatever he wants”, you explained to them, trying to keep as calm as possible.
Eloise shook her head. “You were the bestest of friends, please talk to him.”
Before you could answer Eloise, Violet called for you to come to dinner. You had been invited, nevertheless, your stomach did not feel like food at all. You felt as if you would be throwing up any minute now.
“I’m delighted to be invited today, but I really do not feel well right now, Miss Bridgerton. Can I join you tomorrow?”
Violet looked at you and put her hand in your forehead. “Are you okay, my child?”
You nodded your head. “I’m only a little bit dizzy right now, must be the hot temperatures. I’ll be okay, I promise.”
Violet nodded at you. “Of course, go home and sleep so you’ll be perfectly fine by tomorrow. I only wish you the best.”, she smiled at you. “Should someone accompany you? How about - Anthony!”
“No, no, it’s only a few houses and I promise I’ll be alright.”, you almost panicked at having to walk back to Lady Danbury with Anthony.
The moment you stepped out of the house, you tried to steady your breath as it came out rigid. Your heart was beating faster than it had ever had and you needed support.
You quickly leaned on a wall near their house, trying to breathe slowly and keep the tears at bay.
Anthony had had or still had a mistress, a lover, whilst you had been thinking about him every single second since you were away.
It had been clear to you that the love was unrequited, but you could not help but hope. That someday he would not see you as a sister, but as something more.
Jealousy filled your body, the feeling of not being good enough for him consumed you once again. It was only a confirmation that you needed to move on, needed to get away from him and marry.
“Oh, mon dieu!”, a voice interrupted your thoughts. You were still supporting yourself with one arm on the wall, your body shaking.
That voice seemed strangely familiar and when you looked to the source of it, being met with those familiar blue eyes and blonde hair you almost cracked a smile.
Francois, your old childhood friend, stood there, looking as handsome as possible. He quickly rushed to you, steadying you and looking you over for any wounds.
“Come on, breathe with me. Un, deux, trois.” You listened to his calming an soothing voice, to his French accent as you tried to calm yourself and let go off your thoughts.
Francois had helped you. Your breath became steadier. “Amour, do you need anything?”, he asked you, his voice only a whisper.
You shook your head. “Merci beaucoup.”, you thanked him quietly. You and him may have not been as close as you and Anthony, partly because Anthony had highly disapproved of him, but Francois had always been a good friend.
The young man had become a handsome young man.
“Oh, amour, I have not seen you for so long. Since when are you back?”, he asked, leading you to his carriage.
“A few days, I’m staying with Lady Danbury.”, you tried to smile. “And do you want to tell me what happened to you?”, Francois questioned carefully.
He had always known of your feelings for Anthony, had always supported you greatly.
“Anthony Bridgerton. I know it’s foolish, I mean it’s been years, but I found out about his old- or still- mistress and it all came back, I guess.”
“Sienna Rosso.”, Francois sighed. “She even has a beautiful name!”, you complained to that.
Anthony had never approved of Francois because he had thought that Francois was trying to steal you away from him. Nonetheless, they were still friends with each other. And Anthony had told him about Sienna.
“How about we make a visit to the opera? I was just on my way and I guess it’s a good way to let go.”, he suggested.
You wanted to hesitate, but truth be told, you yourself were on the way there. “You’ll look like my suitor.”, you giggled. Francois shrugged.
“Et? Anthony va voir qu’il t’aime vraiment.”, Francois mumbled under his breath.
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thescarleteagle · 29 days
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I feel like everyone forgets Phillips de Chagney’s existence. My guy was literally murdered and literally gaslights Raoul into think that Erik was not in fact watching him while he was sleeping (he was.)
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frenchcurious · 10 months
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That’s the face of a man when his last thread of honor finally snaps
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cherlockgomes · 10 hours
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Bridgerton: A romantic poem about Indian culture.
As an Indian, Desi representation in the media can be difficult. It dances precariously between romanticism and downright insulting. It stands to change the world’s view on those with an ethnic background, often pushing the “white saviour” agenda forward. Speaking from personal experience, I can attest that it creates an internal battle. Growing up, I watched shows like Phineas and Ferb, where characters like Balgeet or Ravi from Jessie were portrayed as kooky, with exaggerated accents and quirks. While I agree stereotypes can often aid the comedy in a show, repeatedly watching the Desi characters be used as comic punching bags created an air of displeasure within me. I found myself wanting more and more to be like Hannah Montana, with her blue eyes and blonde hair, rather than one of the Patil Twins from Harry Potter. It took years to unlearn the racism I had internalised and finally see the beauty in my culture. 
It is possible to argue that the growing number of comedies starring racial minorities has facilitated racial tolerance. Take, for instance, the second season of the popular Netflix show Bridgerton, which centres around the romance between a viscount and a character of Indian descent, Kate Sharma. I liked the show's appreciation of my culture through romanticism. Three unique scenes stand out to me in particular—the hair oiling, tea brewing, and Haldi.
In the hair-oiling scene, Kate comforts her younger sister by running oil through her dark tresses. Sitting at your mother/grandmother’s feet while she oils your hair is a canon event in every Indian girl’s life. It is an intimate act of devotion and love in Desi culture, as the person takes great pains to massage the oil into every crevice of your scalp as it stimulates hair growth. In Western culture, oily hair is often looked down upon. While I grew up in India and thus had no first-hand experience of the same, I’ve read multiple stories about how brown girls were bullied and belittled for having oil in their hair. Therefore, seeing something as trivial as oiling a loved one's hair being romanticised in a popular show could change people’s perspective on Indian culture, enabling the rest of the world to see it as we do. 
A quintessential experience in a desi household is watching the chai (tea) being brewed as the aromas of its spices fill the air. Desi tea is more than just milky dishwater. It's a delicate blend of floral notes and spice that warms the back of your throat, only to be soothed by the creaminess of the milk. Making it is an art you’re forced to pick up as you watch your family members painstakingly observe the handi (pot) to ensure it doesn’t boil over. Like the hair-oiling scene, Bridgerton brings out this tradition quaintly. In an episode, Kate removes a few spices from a richly decorated pouch and adds them to a strainer suspended above a teacup, along with a handful of tea leaves. She then pours hot water over the mixture before adding milk to it. It is a scene shot in solidarity with close-ups of Kate’s actions to create an almost Wordsworthian romanticism of an activity nearly second nature to my people. Indian food is often criticised for being too smelly or having a flavour profile that’s too strong. Like the hair oil, Desi children are frequently belittled or bullied for bringing cultural dishes to school. Therefore, watching the precision and complexity that goes into making something as simple as masala chai (spiced tea) can change people’s opinions on the cuisine. 
As Indians, Haldi, or turmeric, is a spice that’s ever-present in our lives. It’s used in our dishes and is an answer to almost every disease and injury. As children, we’re urged to drink Haldi Doodh, or, as it’s better known by its gentrified name, golden latte. For centuries, it’s been used to treat injuries. When we get injured, the yellow powder is usually pressed to the wound as it is believed to hold natural healing powers. Thus, it comes as no surprise that we’ve even found a way to include the marvellous spice in our marriage ceremonies. The Haldi Ceremony is performed a day before the wedding. It takes place in the couple’s parental home, where a mixture of Haldi, oil and water is usually rubbed onto the face and upper body by the couple’s close friends and family. In Bridgerton, we see a similar practice carried out by Kate and their mother the night before Edwina’s wedding. The scene is portrayed in an intimate manner compared to the grandiose version you might see in a traditional Indian wedding. Nonetheless, seeing a critical Desi tradition integrated so well into a mainstream show was quite a surprise and a good one at that. I loved that they paid such close attention to detail, going so far as to drape the characters in yellow clothes, which are considered auspicious during a Haldi. 
I watched a beautiful Indian woman cast as the main character in a Netflix show instead of some caricature, and it healed something inside me. I loved that my culture was finally getting the appreciation and exposure it deserves. The way the show’s creators integrated age-old traditions into the storyline instead of repeating harmful stereotypes like with Apu from The Simpsons, made me appreciate the show and its gradual shift to accurate inclusivity.
The entire point of the Romanticism movement was to take seemingly mundane things and describe them in such a way that makes them seem extraordinary. It aims to change the person’s view on the subject by painting it in a remarkable light. Take, for example, the poem “The Orange” by Wendy Cope. It describes the simple joys in life, like sharing a fruit that graces almost every fruit bowl. It changes the way you look at things, and that’s why the romanticism of the Indian culture in something as mainstream as Bridgerton is so essential. It has the power to change how people view Indians and how we view ourselves. 
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1970 Vauxhall Viscount
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Vickers 707 Viscount EI-AFV cn30 'St Patrick'. At Dublin in 1954. Sold to Tradair in 1960 as G-APZB
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