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He was tall, and what she could see of his face was very handsome, with lips that hinted of irony and smiles, and skin that was just barely touched by the beginnings of a beard. His hair was a dark, rich brown, and the flickering candlelight lent it a faint reddish cast.
dream man, to be honest
The maid bobbed a rather panicked curtsy, then replied, “Sophie was polishing the silver in the dining room, my lady, but she had to go upstairs when you—”
i wonder if he even remembers this reference to her at all at any point in time
“Stupid idiot,” Benedict muttered.
shakespeare
“Whatever could you be thinking,” Benedict mused, “to look so adorably ferocious? No, don’t tell me,” he added. “I’m sure it involves my untimely and painful demise.”
love this line specifically and i need it in that show “whatever could you be thinking to look so adorably ferocious?” shut up
Straight at Benedict Bridgerton’s head.
THIS IS WHY SHE’S MY FAVORITEEEEE YESSSSS THROW THINGS AT HIM!!!!!!
Sophie didn’t even wait to see if her aim had been true. But as she stalked out the door, she heard Benedict explode with laughter. Then she heard him shout out, “Well done, Miss Beckett!”
see, and he eats it up every time
He ought to buy her a new dress. She would never accept it, of course, but maybe if her current garments were accidentally burned …
this makes me laugh every time
But how could he manage to burn her dress? She’d have to not be wearing it, and that posed a certain challenge in and of itself …
like you’re so unserious
His life was about to change.
him saying he felt like whatever would happen to him next would change him completely in the s3 finale
“I think I have to kiss you,” he said, looking as if he couldn’t quite believe his own words. “It’s rather like breathing. One doesn’t have much choice in the matter.”
my turn when
Of course, she thought with a wry smile, she wasn’t likely ever to see the interior of Kensington Palace.
i did sophie i’ll tell you about it
“I almost always know what you’re thinking,” he said.
He brought a finger to those lips, tracing the outline, then running the edge of his fingernail along the plump skin. “You make me smile,” he whispered. “When you don’t make me want to scream, you make me smile.”
