I Wish You Knew (Part 2)
The second part of an AU in which Colin and Penelope ran away together to escape the queen's wrath.
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“No,” says Colin, something emerging of the mischievous boy he remembers meeting the first time Anthony invited him to visit the Bridgertons. After darting a quick look at his wife, he clears his throat and says, entirely too innocently, “The letter would arrive only just before us, would it not, Dorset? Surely you wouldn’t deprive us all of seeing his reaction in person?”
The spectacle will most assuredly be enjoyable, and he had intended to return home once the weather thawed.
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It was only four years ago... we ate Thanksgiving dinner together in a dive bar. We filled up on pbr and blasted punk music while you met more of my miscreant friends, and the night was full of laughter. You were as beautiful as ever, staying quiet with intent to listen, asking for stories of the crazier adventures in my past... i watched your face change with each expression, knowing I didn't want to look anywhere else because I had seen everything else in that place almost every night for the last 8 years but you... you were fascinating... funny and sweet and gentle with a love for the grit of life. That shot of tequila you goaded me into was dreadful. My pride made the decision to swallow my puke so I could excuse myself. You were the only person I couldn't just walk away from without saying anything, but I don't regret it. I hated you for all of two seconds when I discovered you had followed me into the bathroom, just to hold my hair back while I let fly... I remember feeling like those hands belonged there, feeling like maybe you'd always been there, but my pride couldn't allow for comfort. I yelled at you to get out, it wasn't my first rodeo and I could handle it myself. But you stayed anyway, and I loved you for that. You kissed me when I finished puking and I tried to dodge. You told me you didn't care about the puke, to just kiss you back dammit... so I did. 5 minutes after midnight we made a decision, a pact, and a promise. We were gonna try this thing called a relationship. We were happy, for a while at least... the happiest I've ever been with someone in my entire life. And now you're gone. I miss you every day babe. I hope you find me in the next life.
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I Wish You Knew
I Wish You Knew
A little over ten years ago, the ton was rocked to its core by the last edition of Lady Whistledown’s Society Papers, which revealed to the whole of society that the mysterious author was none other than one Miss Penelope Featherington, the third and youngest daughter of the late Baron Featherington. A shy little wallflower whom he might not have known from any other young lady but for her friendship with the Bridgerton family and her mama’s penchant for dressing her in extremely unfortunate frocks. It was whispered that the girl had vanished after publishing her swan song.
Eventually, the rumor that Mr. Colin Bridgerton’s equally sudden departure from town was connected to Miss Penelope’s disappearance, that the pair had run away together, began to spread like wildfire.
Neither hide nor hair has been seen of either Colin Bridgerton or Penelope Featherington in the last decade.
Until now.
Inspired by Stillpink's Three.
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hey if you were abusive or manipulative or something in the past regardless of how recent it was, you don't deserve to die. you deserve to live and get better and do better for yourself and those around you
saying it because no one has said it for me and I can't be the only one feeling this hopeless and irredeemable
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5/8/23 1:33am
The sea batters the ship’s sides,
But from within the hull the storm does wage,
Expanding, rhythmic hard beats,
Forcing the beams to stretch, to creak,
To ache, for land far yet within reach,
It is the ship that defies the waves,
Which try to push it closer to those shores,
Fight the waters, be wary of loss,
Bare caution to the crash, the wreck, the cost,
To get closer to that island any more,
So the ship continues sailing,
Though it’s drowning in the sea,
Of feelings for a soulmate, a companion, a matey,
And though the treasure may be eternal,
To last for all of life,
The ship, me, is shaking,
Would we work out as wives?
Could the ship sail?
-whisper
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