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dailyeloise · 10 months
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I only wish to thank you. For always being such a loyal friend, whatever the circumstances.
ELOISE BRIDGERTON AND PENELOPE FEATHERINGTON IN BRIDGERTON
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dailybridgerton · 11 days
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Eloise Bridgerton and Penelope Featherington
BRIDGERTON — 1x04: “An Affair of Honor” (2020)
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forbescaroline · 5 months
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favorite platonic relationships: eloise bridgerton and penelope featherington “I only wish to thank you. For always being such a loyal friend, whatever the circumstances.”
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Eloise: Thank you for agreeing to see me, Penelope.
Penelope: I didn’t. You just walked in and started talking-
Eloise: I don’t have time for a history lesson.
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lokisaysbye · 2 months
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OKAY LAST THEORY FOR THIS
What if the hunt / prize for LW was revealed during the ball before this, she has a little spat with Eloise
This is Colin coming Upto her, and Pen thinks COLIN KNOWS AND THAT ELOISE TOLD HIM THATS WHY SHE LOOK STRESSSSSED
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zuktara · 2 years
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ELOISE BRIDGERTON and PENELOPE FEATHERINGTON BRIDGERTON — Season Two (2022)
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sissytobitch10seconds · 2 months
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Meant To Be Mine
Fandom: Bridgerton (TV) Summary: She always thought that it was going to be only them. It had been since the first time she had come to the London house, after all. Eloise is always somehow wrong. Warnings: Period-typical homophobia, period-typical sexism, and unrequited relationships Word Count: 6,410 Ship(s): Eloise Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington (Unrequited), Penelope Featherington/Colin Bridgerton
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A/N: It's my first work in this fandom! I wanted to write and publish this one first as a thank you to my favorite mutual, who really likes queer Eloise headcanons. As always with my angst fics, there's a bit of tenderness and affection towards the end but it's not between penloise, it focuses instead on the siblings. One day I will write something with canon penloise but it's not today. Enjoy the angst! Stay sissy and bitchy everyone <3
The moment that the knock on the front door sounded through the large front entryway, Eloise felt her heart skip a beat in her chest. She snapped the book in her hands shut so hard that a bit of dust flew out of the pages. She was going to have to talk to Anthony about the fact that their maids had been skipping out on the library and leaving things to get in a state of disarray. Unlike normal, her reading was the last thing on her mind when she knew that she had an evening full of delightful company ahead of her. 
She quickly pushed herself up from the wall and then hurried down the stairs so that she could be in the receiving room when the doors were opened by a member of their staff. Her mother was there as well, so she felt a warm arm wrap around her waist and bring her away from the stairs. She was used to being manhandled in that way since she was usually in the wrong place at the wrong time and hindered people from doing what they needed to.
“Welcome, Lady Featherington,” Violet smiled warmly as they welcomed the guests into their home. Colin had invited them to dine alongside the Bridgertons on the second night of the married Bridgertons arrival from the country. Eloise was relieved that she wasn’t going to have to listen to Anthony and Daphne drone on about how much they loved being married and pry into her single status yet again. Having guests meant that there was going to be other forms of communication, something that was desperately needed.
“It’s always a pleasure, Lady Bridgerton,” the guest replied with a delicate bow of her head. She was overdressed as she always was when she came to visit them, trying to show off her meager amount of wealth next to the stability that the Bridgertons had. Prudence was looking down her nose at the gathered siblings, but was for once holding her tongue. Penelope, on the other hand, looked absolutely miserable.
“Please, accompany us into the parlor for a time. Dinner will be ready shortly, I assure you,” Violet said as she swept her hand towards the room she had mentioned. They all finished entering into the home and then followed after their host, the same polite laughter following them the entire way.
As soon as her mother had moved away from her so that she could guide their guests through their home, Eloise fell to the back of the group. She grinned so hard that her cheeks hurt before she controlled the look like she had been taught to. She may have gotten out of the last season without being shackled to one of the foolish, vain men that her mother had pushed at her but she was expected to participate again. That meant that she was expected to mind her manners when they had company, even if that company was only her closest friend in the entire world and the rest of the Featheringtons. She wasn’t looking to get lectured today, so her smile had to fade a small bit.
“Eloise!” Penelope grinned as she turned to the side so that she could wrap her friend up in a hug. It was such a relief that they were able to have that kind of relationship after everything that had happened. It was the only time that she had ever been grateful for her mother’s inability to stay in her own business. Violet had pried into what had happened between the two of them and then gotten both girls sat down so that they could talk through their problems. Together, they had been able to use Lady Whistledown as a way to improve the standing of women and save people that were going to get hurt instead of utilizing it to break down people for their own gain.
“It’s wonderful to see you again, I feel like it’s been so long since we were last able to be together,” Eloise said. In truth, they had snuck out last night and eaten the last of the cookies that had been prepared for her mother’s most recent ball while in their garden the night before. It was a lot funnier to the both of them to pretend that they hadn’t when they were in front of the rest of their family instead of just ignoring it entirely.
“Oh, I know. We must find some way that we can cope,” Penelope said. She held the back of her lemon-gloved hand to her forehead and pretending to faint to accentuate the ridiculousness of her point.
Eloise scrunched her nose as she giggled. Her stomach fluttered madly in her gut, but she passed it off as nothing but hunger while they made their way over to the bench near the fire. They sat together and looked on at their siblings and mothers interacting. Violet was sitting with such rigidity that she could have been mistaken for a statue while Lady Featherington was gabbing on about something that she really knew nothing about.
A couple of moments passed in hushed discussion before Benedict entered the parlor, bowing his head politely to the ladies. He walked over to his sister with a brow raised, “I should have known that you’d escape your room as soon as possible so that you could spend all your time with Pen.”
“Wouldn’t you, if she was your best friend, brother?” Eloise immediately snapped back. She couldn’t fathom a world in which she was not always plotting a way to go and spend time with her friend. She supposed that during the period of time where they were not speaking she could, but now that they were back together it continued to be off her radar entirely.
“I don’t think that I would ever have a friend like Penelope,” Benedict said without thinking. Eloise could tell that he regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth based on the way that the tips of his ears pinked in embarrassment. “Not that you’re not a good person or good company, Miss Penelope. I just don’t think that someone not interested in art and also so very much like my sister here could be someone I would get along with.”
“I understand,” Penelope laughed.
Eloise felt as though her breath had been stolen from her. Penelope’s laugh was something giddy and exciting, like the first burst of warm air after bundling up in the cold mud room to break out onto the snow-covered lawn back at Aubry Hall. It was like taking a bite out of a peach without removing the skin, better the deeper that one sunk their teeth into it. It was a noise that should always be filling the room that the person that carried it was occupying, that should follow her and her companions around like a particularly loyal bird.
Eloise felt her face flush as she clocked what she had been thinking, without even realizing it. She had been catching herself doing that more and more often, which was embarrassing only because she had always been in control of her thoughts and what they were doing. She shook her head a little bit so that she could rid herself of the embarrassment that was creeping up her neck. Not being in control of herself and her wicked mind was somehow worse than what she had said to the Queen after she debuted into society, during her first real ball.
“Now, what are the two of you getting up to given that our mothers are otherwise occupied?” Benedict then asked. She noticed then that he was giving her a rather peculiar look, as if he was asking her a question she didn’t know the words to. Briefly, Eloise wondered if she had managed to miss something during the brief moment that she had fallen back into her own mind. 
The conversation continued easily, however, with her thoughts back under her control and her mouth responding apart from them. “We’re just talking, as women tend to do during tea. Why would you even ask that?”
“You are nothing like a common woman, Eloise,” Benedict laughed. “You are just as likely to get into trouble as you are to discuss poetry.”
“I have discussed poetry!” she gasped, feigning offense. She knew that Benedict was close enough to her that he would be able to tell that it was a farce before he actually began to worry that he had offended her. She was glad that she was that close to her siblings, so she didn’t have to blush and squirm as awkwardly as Edwina had when she arrived to visit them with her new husband earlier that week.
Eloise was beginning to tire of new people in her home. She was going to have to deal with it for a while longer, though, because they hadn’t even had the grand dinner that they were hosting with the Featheringtons. She hoped that once Kate and Anthony went back to Aubrey Hall, and Daphne and Simon took their brood back to their home, things would calm down. She had only just gotten back to London and she very badly wanted to spend some time alone with her best friend, more than she already had.
“To answer your question, brother, we haven’t had the chance to get up to anything yet,” she finally answered.
“Though I’m sure that we’ll be able to find something by the end of the night,” Penelope added as she knocked their shoulders together cordially.
Just that brief flash of skin-on-skin was enough to set a fire ablaze underneath Eloise’s skin. For the longest time, and still sometimes when her mind got hard and her thoughts ran from her, she was sure that feeling was due to the feeling of the lace. She had always hated the way that lace felt up against her bare skin which was why she demanded that her mother get her the simpler dresses made of silk instead. When her mind was kind to her, she knew that any bare touch of her best friend was going to do that to her. She had never felt that way about any of the other girls, her sisters or otherwise, brushing up against her in similar gowns.
Unlike last time, she was able to get her mind back to where it belonged and answer before the seconds had stretched too long. “Now you can be on your way. Tell mother what you did with your snooping,” Eloise said. She batted him off with a couple flicks of her wrist and the back of her hand, as she had seen several other women do with their husbands. Benedict was amused by the action, thankfully, and rolled his eyes as he made his way over to their mother.
Eloise had half a mind to feel sorry for him because he was now trapped in conversation with Lady Featherington, which was one of the worst things that a person could be condemned to. She couldn’t bring herself to actually care that much, though, not when his dismissal from the conversation meant that she actually had Penelope to herself again. “Sorry about him, he’s been very peculiar since he started attending his parties again,” she eyed her brother warily.
“Oh, do tell,” Penelope giggled. Despite the fact that they had turned the Lady Whistledown persona and papers into something that could better the political surroundings, Penelope had never really lost her love for all things gossip. She collected secrets like they were the rarest of flowers and then kept them pressed in a leather bound tomb that was currently clutched in her lap.
Eloise scoffed and performed a very dramatic flip of her hair, “Not a chance, Featherington.”
Upon hearing her best friend’s refusal of her request, Penelope gave a pout that almost made Eloise snap entirely. She bit the insides of her cheek so that she could keep her brother’s secret instead of letting it spill from her silly mouth. What she and Benedict shared when they were smoking on the outside swings in the dark was something that was meant to be shared between only them. The last thing she wanted was for him to face more speculation because of something he enjoyed so dearly.
“Come on, Eloise! Just this once!” she nearly begged. It was hard to resist her when her shimmering eyes were boring directly into the other girl’s soul, but she knew that she had to do it for the sake of her family.
“Why don’t we talk about something else?” she changed the subject abruptly. One of the hardest things that she had ever done was ripping her eyes away from her best friend so that she could gaze towards the fire that was roaring happily away on the other side of the parlor.
Penelope let out a rather put-upon huff and then said, “Alright, like what? You know that we can’t discuss our business together when we are in the presence of others.”
“We could always leave the presence of others,” she replied. It made her heart beat faster in her chest, the rhythm moving up into her throat so that she had to choke it down. Despite the fact that she had been alone with Penelope many, many times before, the idea of it still managed to make her entire body feel like she was free-falling.
“Eloise, we only just got here and we got to spend yesterday together. Surely we should spend this time with our families instead,” Penelope argued. They got like this sometimes, in different directions instead of in step as they had been when they were far younger.
She had just opened her mouth to argue about why the day before was not enough time to discuss when they were going to put in the next issue of Whistledown when the doors to the parlor opened and the rest of the family came rushing in. Apparently Anthony and Simon had been together in the office, so they were found by their wives and then dragged to meet with the rest of the family. Gregory and Hyacinth were never far behind the only father figure that they had ever known now that he wasn’t spending as much time with them in the London estate.
The next several minutes were a whirlwind as they all spoke to each other in their greetings. Eloise was happy to see her sister again, but she was significantly less happy when August was placed into her arms. She knew that her sister was overjoyed to be a mother, but Eloise hadn’t really interacted with young children until her nephew was born. She didn’t know what she was meant to do when she had a squirming toddler in her grasp and August didn’t know what he was meant to do when he was being held by someone that obviously did not know him.
After they had all greeted each other, Violet and Lady Featherington ushered their young daughters to sit on the couches closest to the fireplace where they proceeded to ask about each other’s children. Just as it was every other time, it was one of the more awkward things that Eloise had to suffer through in her life as a lady. She didn’t know how so many generations had managed to survive when the older women of the ton hated each other so deeply and refused to just be brash about it.
They were saved when one of the footmen came to get them for dinner. They all gathered their things and then made their way to the dining room as a group. It was something that Eloise was familiar with because she had spent her entire life as part of a hoard, but she knew that Penelope often found it overwhelming. To try and help her friend with the chaos that was her now extended family, she looped her arm around Penelope’s and pressed their sides close together. She could hear the brush of their silks as they touched with each step, feel the warmth of the other girl’s hip against her own, and sense the rush of jubilation that it brought them both to be that close.
When they sat, Anthony took the head of the table and Violet sat at the other end. Kate sat to Anthony’s right and Simon to his left. Daphne sat beside her husband with her son on his lap, though he was already pouting about being constrained to a single space instead of crawling on the floor. Lady Featherington sat on the other side of Kate, much to the dismay of the new Lady Bridgerton. Penelope and Prudence were sat on the other side of their mother, so Eloise made sure to sit next to Penelope even if it meant that she had to be closer to Gregory. The two youngest of their brood always sat on either side of their mother so that she could correct their manners and cherish the last few years that she had with them when they were young. Colin, Francesca, and Benedict were the last to come and took up the remaining seats on the table.
Eloise loaded her plate with as much food as she thought that she could get away with in front of her mother when she was meant to be polite. She also snuck away an extra of the rolls because she knew how much Penelope loved the way that their cook made them, buttery and soft while dusted with a tiny bit of sugar to keep them wonderfully sweet.
The conversation picked up not long after they had begun eating. Eloise had to put up with another recounting of what had happened to Colin when he was traveling through Greece and the rest of the Mediterranean again that year, which she had already heard almost a dozen times. She supposed that she should be happy for her brother given that he had found something that he loved and had the freedom to do it, but she couldn’t help the burning pit of jealousy in her gut. The fact that Colin could do that when she couldn’t was why she had been so adamant that she and Penelope veer away from a gossip magazine into a political movement.
She had always struggled with her emotions and getting them to fit where she knew that they should have gone. She was nothing like her of-age sisters, which she had long since forced herself to make peace with. Daphne was able to filter her emotions down into the perfect little rows that were required of their society so that she could be the perfect everything. Francesca was shy enough that Eloise wasn’t sure she even had to filter her emotions, she spent a good deal of her time composing music and reading with her governess. Eloise, on the other hand, had always been argumentative and strong-willed. She felt jealousy and envy and love for the wrong people.
“Eloise?” Violet asked as she turned her head towards her daughter.
“Hmm?” she asked, realizing that she should have been paying attention to the conversation instead of milling about in her own head. She supposed that she would get in less trouble for it this time, though, since she had not brought a book with her to read in her lap.
“Did you not hear what Lady Featherington asked you?” her mother queried.
“I did not, would you mind repeating it?” Eloise asked. She had to resist the urge to cringe when she realized that she should have had to make up some sort of excuse about why she hadn’t been listening. She hated the fact that her mind was plagued with those thoughts more than she hated her inability to have them before she acted.
“Are you currently receiving any suitors? I would love to see the way that your wedding differs from the ones that your siblings had,” Lady Featherington said.
Eloise could see the way that the contempt was leaching from her as it always did. How a woman that was so cruel and vindictive was still on such familiar terms with other members of society was beyond the girl. She forced a smile onto her face and gave her head a brief shake, “It’s the very beginning of the season, which is why we are having this dinner. I have yet to remake the acquaintance of the men of the ton.”
She didn’t really want to get married, not to someone that was going to force her to be like her sister. She carried the Bridgerton name, unfortunately, and that was going to condemn her to a life of being compared to people that she was not. She had to sift through quite a slogging list to try and find someone that would be willing to appreciate her for herself. She wished that she could just marry Penelope, who was the only person that had ever understood her and accepted her faults and all.
The thought by itself made her cheeks pink and her throat constrict around the mouthful of food that she had swallowed to avoid speaking more. She had to focus on delicately clearing her throat so that she didn’t spasm into a coughing fit. She was more than a little grateful when the conversation tilted towards Anthony and Simon, discussing whatever it was that men of rank discussed.
The rest of dinner went much smoother. Eloise made sure that she was engaging in conversation with more people than just her youngest siblings and her best friend. She talked about the things that a woman of her standing and age was expected to speak about, even if she found them all dreadfully boring. Her mother rewarded her by asking what she was reading about most recently and letting her talk about it for almost ten minutes.
As the evening wore on, the servants came and cleared away their plates. They  were to move to the sitting room again so that they could continue talking with each other with after dinner tea. Eloise had just stood and made to grab Penelope’s arm when Colin stood and used a leftover fork to bang on the rim of his wine glass. The entire room quieted of noise and every pair of eyes was immediately boring onto the man in question.
“I know that some of you may be confused as to why I have invited the Featheringtons here tonight, to a dinner that was meant to be one for family,” Colin said. His voice was clear and steady as he spoke over the table, his eyes darting over each of the present members. “Other than them being some good company, I would also like to rectify the fact that they are not family.”
As he spoke, he moved around the gathered family and table so that he was standing near Eloise. She could see the sheen of sweat that was beading on his brow from the stress he was under. Her stomach began to sink lower and lower as she realized what was happening. Her voice caught in her throat as she struggled to get enough air, her head already spinning with a maddening dizziness.
Colin got down on one knee after he had set the wine glass down on the table. He then reached for Penelope’s hand and said, “Penelope Featherington, you are one of the most wonderful women I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. Would you do me the honor of being my wife?”
Just that alone was enough to make Eloise feel like her dinner was going to come back up. Her hands began to shake as she threaded her own fingers together and then pressed them firmly down into her lap. She wasn’t going to let anyone else see how upset she was, not when she was meant to be the one that was petulantly and stubbornly herself regardless of what other people did. This felt as out of character for her as attending a ball or being presented to the Queen did.
“Yes, yes of course I will!” Penelope cheered. Her beautiful face, freckled from the sunlight that her mother had warned her away from and rosy from the wine they had partaken in that night, burst into a wide smile. She was so beautiful in that moment, as she always was, and it made Eloise feel like her heart was bleeding in her chest.
She watched, as still and frozen as the stone statues in the garden, as Colin stood and then slipped the ring onto Penelope’s finger. It glistened in the lamplight that kept the dining room visible in the impending evening. She was laughing as she held hands with Eloise’s brother, her eyes shining with the king of mirth that until that point, Eloise had assumed was reserved only for her.
Lady Featherington rounded the table and made a big show of hugging her daughter and congratulating her. No one was quite sure who the show was for, it wasn’t a well kept secret that the eldest of the Featherington women hated her youngest daughter. As soon as they had separated, she began to discuss things that they would have for the wedding. Violet gave her second youngest son a warm smile and a squeeze of the hand before she took the other matron out of the room so that the younger nobles could have some room to breathe.
Following after her mother, Daphne took the youngest children from the room so that they could be dropped off with the nanny for their nap. Simon, Benedict, and Anthony immediately went to congratulate their brother and discuss what he was planning to do for his honeymoon. Eloise could barely listen to it even though they were having their conversation right next to her. Penelope turned to Eloise as her sister walked over, obviously wanting to avoid the conversation.
“Isn’t this great, El? You and I are going to be sisters!” she crowed. 
“Yes, isn’t that wonderful?” she asked.
She didn’t quite know why she was acting like this, it didn’t quite make sense. She should have been overjoyed that she and Penelope were going to be able to possibly live together or spend as much time as they wanted with each other. Penelope was going to be married to one of her brothers, they were going to see each other far more often than they currently did. At the same time, though, it felt like Colin was again doing something that Eloise was unable to do.
The group began to move towards the doors that led to the parlor where they would finish up their discussions and say goodbye for the night. It would likely take another hour or two now that they had things to discuss concerning the wedding. Eloise definitely didn’t have the energy for that, so she knew that she had to find a way out.
She and Penelope naturally fell towards the back of the group as they walked, something that they had always done. Once they were out in the hallway, she placed her hand on top of her friend’s and then gestured the opposite way to the sitting room. “I have to get something from my room, I’ll join you in just a moment, alright?”
“I could come with you,” Penelope said as she took a step in the same direction. Her beautiful blue eyes flickered over to where Prudence was gabbing to Daphne, who had returned sans her son and younger siblings. Francesca was valiantly trying to help her sister be free of the uncomfortable conversation but it wasn’t going well.
“No, you should go and celebrate with the rest of the family! I think that Colin would like to be saved from my brothers and your mama,” she said quickly. It made her feel awful to know how quickly she was able to come up with that lie, but she supposed that was one of the only good things that had come from her education as an upper class woman.
Penelope didn’t look too sure about it but fixed that smile back on her face. Eloise was immediately able to notice the fact that it didn’t quite reach her eyes, which were instead plagued with the worry that should have never been there. She made a shooing motion with her hand to try and persuade her friend that she would be back quickly. When Penelope had finally turned around properly, she gathered up her skirts and hurried down the hall as quickly as she could without running.
Most of the servants were still in the kitchen and up in their quarters since the evening was getting very late. Even the nanny was going to be with the younger siblings in the upper rooms, which meant that Eloise was alone once she rounded the corner. She used it to her advantage and broke out into as quick a run as she could manage with the constricting material of her dress wrapped around her legs.
Her lungs had already been gasping for breath, but now that she was exerting herself it only got worse. She could feel the long curls of her brown hair falling free from the updo that her lady’s maid had done before the dinner, bouncing around her reddening cheeks. Her gown was tugging painfully at her back where it had been laced to almost hug the corset underneath.
She could barely think of any of those things, her body was only a vessel that was taking her from where she was to the next place that would hopefully give her a bit of respite. 
Eloise burst through the doors that led from their home out to the back gardens of the estate and then rushed forward. She could feel the long blades of grass brushing against her ankles through the thin material of her socks, wiping the remnants of that afternoon’s shower across the fabric. Her cheeks and lungs burned with the sudden change in temperature when she was surrounded by the cold of the night instead of the warmth of her home.
She didn’t stop until she had reached the swingset that she had spent so many nights on before. She could remember each of them in stark detail, especially the ones where Penelope had joined. As she collapsed down onto the one furthest from the tree, she could feel the other girl’s hands brushing up against her arm and their laughter rippling through the air. She could also feel the aching pain that had been caused to her when she realized what Penelope had done, each time that Whistledown and her gossip had nearly torn apart a member of her family.
She would have waded through all of it again if it meant that she could have avoided the pain that she was dealing with now. It was unlike anything that she had ever felt before, and she was sure that she would never allow herself to feel it again. Her heart throbbed in her chest and her muscles ached like she had the flu.
Eloise tilted her head up so that she could see the glistening silver stars through the rustling leaves of the tree. Her eyes burned slightly before she felt the lump in her throat force itself through her mouth.
The first sob broke through the air like a foot through a thin puddle of ice. It split the silence of the nearby gardens and the bugs nestled in the surrounded shrubs. Her shoulders quivered, her mouth tilted down into a distinctive frown. She could feel the burning in her eyes increase to the point where they watered, and then the tears slipped down her face.
She didn’t bother to try to stifle the sound of her cries or wipe away the water before it collected on her neck. No one was outside, not when Penelope and Colin were newly engaged and could be doted on by their mothers and teased by their siblings. She was glad for it because it finally gave her the freedom that she so desperately needed to simply feel the feelings that were plaguing her.
A scream of frustration and a thousand arguments about why she should be left alone erupted into her throat when she heard the creaking of the swing next to her. Someone had found her and decided that it would be a good idea to join her despite her obvious desire to be alone. When she turned to the side, she was met with a handkerchief in Benedict’s hand. Despite the fact that he was the one to join her on the swings most often, she had still been expecting it to be her mother or Daphne. They had been bothering her about her emotions most often, since she had debuted into society.
“What do you want?” she asked, though she took the offered item. She had never been pretty when she cried. Her cheeks and neck turned mottled read with the effort to bring in air, her eyes immediately turned crimson like she was bleeding, and her nose ran like she had stuck her head in a bowl full of dust.
“I was just coming to check on you,” Benedict replied. 
She glared at him, but she didn’t have the energy to put any real venom into it. She moped her face first and then blew her nose into a corner of the handkerchief. The sobs were still echoing through her body and she could already feel new tears beginning to form in the corners of her eyes. She was going to be crying for a while longer, she could already feel it. “How did you know that I was out here?”
“Outside of the fact that this is always the place that you go when you’re upset?” he chuckled, tossing her a playful look. When she didn’t reciprocate it as she usually would have, he reached over and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “I knew that Colin had something like this planned tonight, and I was watching you to make sure that you’d be okay.”
“Was I the only one that couldn’t see this coming?” she asked, with a big of a scoff. She knew Penelope better than anyone else, including her own family. Eloise, of all people, should have been able to tell what was happening in her best friend’s life when it pertained to her own brother.
“I think that you’ve always had your eyes closed when it comes to Pen,” he said. His voice was soft and compassionate, something that he usually reserved for her or the other younger siblings. Francesca had always been too attached to Daphne and their mother to receive it, so it had all gone to Eloise.
She went quiet for a bit as she tried to muddle through her feelings. She knew what heartbreak felt like, she had experienced it when Theo had told her that it was best for them to continue living in their separate worlds. She knew what grief felt like, she had waded through it when she was a young child after the loss of her father. She didn’t know what it was like when they combined, but if she had tried to write it for one of her stories she would have described exactly what was happening to her now.
“I loved her, brother,” Eloise whispered. It was the kind of admission that might get her sent to a mental hospital or whisked away to the nearest minister so that he could try and exorcise whatever was inside of her. 
She was speaking to Benedict, though. He was the most peculiar and strange of the siblings outside of her, so he was also the most likely to know what it was she was suffering from. He didn’t react like she had half been expecting him to and instead reached for her hand again. “I know, El. I could tell the entire time that you were out in society.”
“Why didn’t you say anything? Why did you just keep letting me feel that way? If I had known then I wouldn’t have let myself get so lost and I wouldn’t hurt as badly as I do now,” she sobbed.
“That’s not true. And this isn’t exactly the kind of thing that you get to just pronounce to someone. If I had been wrong, I could have ruined our entire relationship. I’m not Anthony, I think before I do things,” Benedict explained.
Eloise went quiet for a long moment as she thought about what he had said. “How do you know it’s not true?”
“I know what it’s like to distance yourself from someone that you love with your whole entire heart,” he replied. He turned his head away from her so that he was gazing out towards the garden and went very still. It was almost as if he was afraid to breathe, like if he took in more air then it would make time pass and put him at a greater distance to his love. Eloise could relate.
“Did you love her? Was she one of the models from when you were going to school for art?” she asked. She had briefly overheard Benedict and Anthony arguing about someone that her older brother was having a daliance with, but she had tuned out when they had turned the conversation onto Kate. Something about Benedict’s love life had always intrigued her, but Anthony was a bore no matter what he was doing.
“I loved him very dearly,” Benedict replied morosely. His eyes were focused on the hill in front of them as he said it, but she saw the way that he softened.
She reached over and took his hand. Their love was different, as were their lives, but there were so many things that connected them together. She was glad that in the heap of siblings that she was given, there was at least one that was somewhat like her. She needed the person that could relate to the more intimate parts of her life, one that she could expose her heart to. Benedict had always been there for her, always the perfect older brother. She could never have asked for more.
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peachykween97x · 8 months
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Penelope x Colin x Eloise { The Archer }
I worked really hard on this and it might be my favorite edit yet. Please watch! <3
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I loved Pen in the book and I am aware that it may influence my opinion but I don't understand the hate. Even without all the scenes where we see that she is conflictuel about her choices, I don't see why people think she is a bad person for them.
It's clear that she only do things that hurt people (against her will) when she is between a rock and a hard place.
For Marina, it was a choice between Marina and Colin. Even without her romantic feelings for Colin, he is her friend. I sure hope that a friend would do everything in their power to help me in a situation like that. Even more, it would have been different if Colin was marrying Marina knowing everything. He didn't! He was being tricked by someone he was infatuated with. Pen tried everything else before outing Marina. It was either that or let Colin someone she loves and cares about suffer alongside her best-friend and the whole Bridgerton clan who have loved her better than her own family.
For Eloise, again, she was trying to help her. If Eloise had bothered to use that brain she is clamoring about night and day it wouldn't have happened. It was already unwise to start a relationship with Theo but going at it like that was stupid. You can't leave your brother wedding! In the case that the whole thing resumed, everyone would have seen that she was missing. And we see that Pen was conflicted! She tried to find anything to help her before writing that entry. Futhermore, she didn't lie and it wasn't a secret. The maid already told Pen about Eloise excursions, she can tell other people. And what were the alternatives? Let the queen punish the whole family?
All in all, is Pen perfect? No. But she is trying and I hate to see her actions judged out of context. She always try to help and protect her friends and she make difficult choices for that.
I hope someone sees that and she gets some support next season.
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imthefailedartist · 10 months
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Let's lay off Penelope and Colin for a second and talk about how hard this show is going to have to work to get me to believe that Eloise is not a lesbian.
Eloise is so gay.
How gay is she?
She fell for Theo, aka herself with a lesbian haircut. It was very uncomfortable. It was like watching twins kiss, even though they never actually locked lips.
They are going to have to convince me that her hunt for Lady Whistledow is not just so she can munch her box. The only reason she's upset Whistledown was Pen is because now the object of her fantasies is a person she already knows and loves. If Whistledown was a stranger, she could avoid the Sapphic feelings. Instead, she's right there, across the street, calling to her. They are two girls they can be alone in a room together with no one the wiser.
Benedict is bisexual. Him falling for a woman I can see.
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❀ Bridgerton 2x07
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To say that I am intrigued to see how they unravel this “Eloise knows about Whistledown, Pen was the one who ruined Marina & broke Colin’s heart” business would be an understatement.
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RUTH GEMMELL as VIOLET BRIDGERTON QUEEN CHARLOTTE: A BRIDGERTON STORY — 1x05: “Gardens in Bloom” (2023)
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I’ve 🐝n listening to Vampire by Olivia Rodrigo in loop and now I can’t help but think that it would be great if it’s one of the songs for S3. It could play in the background as Eloise reflects whether she should forgive Pen. It fits the Peneloise conflict especially these lines:
'Cause I've made some real big mistakes
But you make the worst one look fine
I should've known it was strange
You only come out at night
I used to think I was smart
But you made me look so naive
The way you sold me for parts
As you sunk your teeth into me, oh
Bloodsucker, famefucker
Bleedin' me dry, like a goddamn vampire
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Violet: When was the last time you two went an hour without seeing each other?
Eloise: All the time.
Penelope: Every day.
Violet: Without checking in?
Penelope: She always checks in with me.
Eloise: She likes to have me check in.
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pierrrott · 8 months
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Why is it so fucking hard to find Penelope x Eloise content ? Why is all their platonic content tagged with ship tags? Or am I missing something?
Sometimes I feel I'm the only one who ships them in like a non platonic, gay, romantic, lesbian way
I'm not even a big fan of this show, I just wanted to see Nicola Coughlan, I'm only here for her and for them (Eloise and Penelope) if I'm being honest
I don't care about Polin, or the plot or about the fandom, I just want content for Eloise and Penelope that isn't platonic, why is it so hard to find
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