#eldestpendlebury

[scandalsmade]

━ › @eldestpendlebury ━ › 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟

❝ sometimes i forget how easy it is to remember a face , even after all these years , how do you fair graham ? ❞

[wvllvms]

𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧 : @eldestpendlebury​

surprise was perhaps not the right word to describe the emotion that went through eleanor when she had discovered that she had been invited to the masquerade ball . normally , she did not socialise with other members of the ton except for attending , what could only be described as scandalous , gatherings where debauchery ran rampant . as she stood on the sidelines of the ballroom , face hidden by the mask , dark hues scanned the crowd before her , looking for a sort of entertainment for the evening . downing the remaining liquid in her glass , she placed it on a passing by tray before making her way out of the open balcony doors . not wanting to stop there , eleanor continued down the stairs before finding herself within the gardens , feeling more at ease . gliding her fingers across the various petals , she heard a crunch behind her , causing the dark haired female to glance over her shoulder before calling out , “ you do know it is impolite to follow others without making yourself known . “ her tone teasing as a bell like laugh left her lips . 

[poorbaker]

She did not expect to see many that she knew, the evening was not an event she was used to attending. She had moved from one occupation to a more prestigious one, a maid and staff of the queen. She feels she should feel fortunate, to hold such a place in her life, but yet she felt somewhat envious to see the fun others were having around her. She knew it was human to become envious at others, especially those more fortunate than herself. The music, the festivities and good fortunes, it was somewhat contagious -- yet  , it could not be for her.

Eyes moved from the table she was tidying, to gaze upon a familiar face. Having previously been a staff member in his household -- thus had become quite acquainted. 

“My lord -- pleasure to see you again. Can I get you anything?” @eldestpendlebury​

[pvndlebury]

His mind remained pre-occupied, and was waiting for a welcomed distraction. To become fixated upon someone, who only seemed to bring hurt and painful memories with her, he only wished he could shut such feelings away. He believed, easier said than done -- and instead wallowed in self pity, accompanied by a strong glass of liquor in his hand. Though, this did not mean he was not observing. His eyes flickered over the room, observing the interactions that took place so freely, so easily. He envied the festivities, the good nature and the enjoyment displayed on their complexions. This resulted in him moving his glare elsewhere, with a shake of his head. 

Attention moved slowly to the figure next to him, brow raised and a smirk forming. “Enjoying the attention, are we?" He mocked, taking another sip of his drink. @eldestpendlebury ​

[teethsharpened]

━ › @eldestpendlebury ! ━ › 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟.

❝ you have nothing to say for yourself ? ❞ she questions her husband with nothing but a scowl. ❝ others have surely had their words about you ! ❞

[deitysmade]

━ › @eldestpendlebury ━ › 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟

❝ good morning sir , i hope you enjoyed the ball last night .❞

[phvebee]

𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩 : @eldestpendlebury

[ forehead ] sender tenderly kisses receiver’s forehead.

the moment his lips touched her forehead , it was as though phoebe had been transported back to the age of five when graham had placed a kiss on her forehead to comfort her . she could still remember the tears staining her cheeks as she sat on the ground outside , a small cuts on her hands from falling . she could still picture graham kneeling before her , tending to her wounds and giving her comfort with a kiss . bringing herself back to the present , the red head could not help but ask , " what is that for ? "

[booksbound]

━ › @eldestpendlebury ! ━ › continued from: here !

❝ cressida cowper doesn't have a thought in her head, at least not one that her mother has whispered in her ear. ❞ lucia sneered at the back of cressida's own head. ❝ i know it sucks to hear, but truly, you should never pay any mind, the people that know you best don't think that, and truly no ones thoughts but your own, pen, should matter ! ❞

[poorbaker]

The fete had been draining, and it had been a long day of succumbing to envy she would not admit. She had watched Leopold enjoy dates with various ladies, whilst she remained on the sidelines. She was reminded that she would not amount to what he wanted or deserved. She was merely a maid, of the lower class. She did not deserve anyone of his social standing. However this did not prevent thoughts of jealousy from entering her mind. She had done her best to distract herself, including the hip flask she had discretely consumed throughout the day.

Noting the older Pendlebury, a slightly intoxicated Bea smirks slightly, head tilted with a purse of her lips. "My lord, you look lost without your female tag-alongs." She poured, before rolling her eyes. @eldestpendlebury

[wvllvms]

𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧 : @eldestpendlebury

" i was beginning to wonder if i were to ever be blessed by the fates for the chance to see you without your mask on , my lord , " the modiste assistant hummed from the desk within the shop , leaning her back against the wood , " or shall i still refer to you as my lysander ? " there was a devious gleam in her dark hues as eleanor watched the gentleman who had just entered the store . most individual within the ton would never flirt with a married individual but the dark haired woman was different ; if she liked the look of someone , there was little that could defer her . wasn't that the thrill of the tension between the two ?

[scandalsmade]

━ › @eldestpendlebury ! ━ › 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡 ⸻ “ don’t you pay any heed to those morons. they don’t know you. not like i do."

❝ i learnt a long time ago, graham, that people can be horrid. ❞ her own parents included. ❝ i do so appreciate your kind words. ❞

[teethsharpened]

━ › @eldestpendlebury ! ━ › 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡 ⸻ ❛ all you can say are pretty lies. ❜

❝ tell me, my ever loving husband, what do you expect me to tell them. ❞ she looks at him with a raised brow, ❝ do you expect me to speak of the truth ? shall i tell them that my husband is happy to skulk about the town with any foolish street urchin for a little bit of love ? that he is nothing but a pathetic excuse of a man just looking for something to fill the empty void of where his heart should be ? ❞

[poorbaker]

“ we don’t need to talk unless you want to. i’m happy to just sit with you for a while. “ - Graham

She had been silent for some time, considering her next choice of words, not wishing to offend or say the wrong thing. She had grown tired, exhausted of the social standing in which she sat at the bottom of. She appreciated him, but knew he was only being polite. He did not know her, or the struggles of someone of her stature. He was entirely out of her league and they both knew it. "Thank you, I feel rather exhausted today-- but I appreciate you being here.' Her hand moved to hold his for a moment before letting go, slightly embarrassed that she may have stepped too far. @eldestpendlebury