( itsy bitsy teenie weenie ) [The pool is something she finds herself drawn to first, mostly because she's already been in one, and it's not too much for her to strip her dress off and end up in her stay and petticoat beneath it. The water is cool as the weather is holding out during the last days of summer, and she is happy to just lounge in the pool with her curls pinned up.
As the sun starts to set, cooling the air down a little, Frannie gets out to watch the fireworks. She'll be just as content to curl in next to someone, not realizing that she may be confessing something soon enough. The first burst lights up the sky, and she's in awe for a moment, happy to watch it before naturally snuggling in against whoever she's with.]
It is a rather nice night.
( itsy bitsy teenie weenie ) getting lost [Francesca doesn't think about the ramifications of what might happen here if she gets lost. It is just a maze, is it not? Perhaps she should start questioning things more given the things she is starting to experience here, the strangeness and horrors. But fresh off the fun festival filled with warm, comforting food, she doesn't think too much about it.
Until she's in it for about an hour. It feels like she's just walking in circles now, and every now and then, she hears a strange noise behind her. Is it coming closer? Is she being stalked? Frannie doesn't know, but being alone in this maze while there is something out there already has her blood pumping. So when she turns the corner and nearly bangs into someone, she can't help the shout.]
Oh. [A hand on her heart as she tries to recover.] I thought you were--
[She looks behind her, sure that by now something must have caught up.]
handfasting ceremony [Marriage is no new concept to her, already coming fresh from the marriage mart when she arrived here. There she had two prospects, though not sure where she should settle. Being here and now with her hand now attached to another person is certainly new. Her brow is raised, but then perhaps it is good that it was not done in a church.]
I suppose God would not recognize this. [But then does it really matter in this place? In truth the thought of marriage has been far from her mind as she's been able to explore more of herself, more of what pleasure means. Perhaps it should have been saved, but then she also did not expect this little ceremony. And for something so instilled in her, it's a little hard to not take it seriously, as much as she is sure it must just be some trickery, something that hardly matters.
But it is also hard for her to not feel something strong about it.]
francesca bridgerton | bridgerton | current character
[The pool is something she finds herself drawn to first, mostly because she's already been in one, and it's not too much for her to strip her dress off and end up in her stay and petticoat beneath it. The water is cool as the weather is holding out during the last days of summer, and she is happy to just lounge in the pool with her curls pinned up.
As the sun starts to set, cooling the air down a little, Frannie gets out to watch the fireworks. She'll be just as content to curl in next to someone, not realizing that she may be confessing something soon enough. The first burst lights up the sky, and she's in awe for a moment, happy to watch it before naturally snuggling in against whoever she's with.]
It is a rather nice night.
( itsy bitsy teenie weenie )
getting lost
[Francesca doesn't think about the ramifications of what might happen here if she gets lost. It is just a maze, is it not? Perhaps she should start questioning things more given the things she is starting to experience here, the strangeness and horrors. But fresh off the fun festival filled with warm, comforting food, she doesn't think too much about it.
Until she's in it for about an hour. It feels like she's just walking in circles now, and every now and then, she hears a strange noise behind her. Is it coming closer? Is she being stalked? Frannie doesn't know, but being alone in this maze while there is something out there already has her blood pumping. So when she turns the corner and nearly bangs into someone, she can't help the shout.]
Oh. [A hand on her heart as she tries to recover.] I thought you were--
[She looks behind her, sure that by now something must have caught up.]
handfasting ceremony
[Marriage is no new concept to her, already coming fresh from the marriage mart when she arrived here. There she had two prospects, though not sure where she should settle. Being here and now with her hand now attached to another person is certainly new. Her brow is raised, but then perhaps it is good that it was not done in a church.]
I suppose God would not recognize this. [But then does it really matter in this place? In truth the thought of marriage has been far from her mind as she's been able to explore more of herself, more of what pleasure means. Perhaps it should have been saved, but then she also did not expect this little ceremony. And for something so instilled in her, it's a little hard to not take it seriously, as much as she is sure it must just be some trickery, something that hardly matters.
But it is also hard for her to not feel something strong about it.]