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Eloise leaves, flees, falls, gets up. Fights, lives, loves. She is brought to her knees and she stands tall and proud. She flies. Above everything else, she gets to fly. Thanks to her own merit, thanks to making her own decisions. Nobody just gives her wings, she grows them on her own.
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18 Apr 2026
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Eloise keeps dreaming of nights spent with Theo until she decides to chase after the moonlight visions.
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14 Apr 2026
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She joins the winning side and things seem to settle. She joins the winning side and suddenly people stop looking at her like she is a different species, something strange and alien. She joins the winning side and it should have made everything easier. So why does she feels she lost anyway.
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25 Mar 2026
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[Eloise] looked into the carriage at Hyacinth and raised her eyebrows, jerking her head in the direction of the building behind her. The facade was built of faded stone. It seemed to pulse with energy, or life, or something else that Hyacinth could not define, but the effect was thrilling and novel all the same. “Well? Are you coming?”
A challenge. Hyacinth was very good at challenges. She hopped down from the carriage and followed her sister into the fray.
Or: the incomparable Hyacinth Bridgerton resolves to eavesdrop, meets her sister’s…friend, and learns about feminism. In that order.
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22 Mar 2026
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Eloise and Theo relink their frienship right before Theo leaves. For a year, he will be travelling through the UK, mastering his craft. Eloise asks that he writes to her. He obliges.
"Dear Eloise,
I promised I would write, and so I shall; though I confess, I’ve been staring at this blank page for the better part of an hour, trying to decide how to begin. It is one thing to speak to you in person, where your expressions do half the work for me, and quite another to put ink to paper without the benefit of your raised eyebrow or impatient sigh to guide me. (I suppose I shall have to imagine those instead.)
The road is uneventful thus far, though I admit I find myself missing the noise of London.
I hope your family is well and that your brother has not yet driven you to madness with his hovering. And I hope (though I have no right to) that you might think of me every now and then, if only to scoff at whatever clumsy turn of phrase I’ve managed in this letter.
Write back, if you’ve a mind to. I should like to know what you’re reading, what you’re arguing about, whether you’ve scandalized any new poor souls at tea.Your friend,
Theo"Bookmarked by amorsolo
20 Mar 2026