HAWTHORNE, edward

[edward hawthorne]

edward frederick hawthorne

[/b][/color][/size] A Mr. Edward Hawthorne at the dear age of twenty has found himself upon the most curious of situations - entering into London's most tantalizing gossip. "[/i][/color][/font][/size][/ul][/blockquote]

- - - - - - - - - - - - - -

W R I T E R .

name: brianna
RP experience: three years
how did you find us?: voila!
age: 20
gender: female

P O R T R A I T .

eye color: amber
hair color: dark brown
height: 6’ 2”
body type: aristocratic - slender
distinguishing features: eyes, scar on right hand from a horseback riding fall
fashion style:

M A N N E R S .

profession: n/a

adoration for:

distaste for:

dreams:

fears:

secrets:

main:

P A S T .

family:

main:

[/i] He watched her as she approached the beverage table and refill her glass of lemonade. Her parasol slipped as she reached for the glass and allowed the sun to bathe a warm glow on her ivory face. Demurely, she looked up and caught his gaze. He felt the air stir and his own heart race faster. There was something about her that was familiar, like a dream he couldn’t remember fully. Suddenly he heard his mother call for him, and he regretfully left the cool bask of the willow tree. But never did he lose sight of her. Quickly, his mother ushered him over to a crowd of people who all congratulated him on his achievement. He nodded in thanks, but continued to keep his gaze on the young girl who kept glancing in his direction. Lady Abernathy, his mother’s closest friend, who also still smelled of peppermint oil and croissants, suddenly raised her gloved hand out to the lawn in a beckon. ”Clare, do come and say hello.” Inwardly groaning, he awaited the presence of Miss Abernathy, the Abernathy’s daughter whom he was forced to play with when he was a child. Staring to his finely polished shoes, he waited in dread, wishing he could find out the name of that young girl. “Edward, this is Clare.” Looking up, he connected his gaze with a pair of aquamarine eyes. It was her, the young girl he had become so entranced with. She smiled shyly at him as she dipped into a curtsy. He bowed as his own smile played across his lips. ”Clare,” he spoke and found her name to fall easily from his lips.

A courtship soon followed after. He enjoyed the strolls he took with her (with her chaperone following close behind), as well as the occasional play at the theatre. He took delight in the rare moments of affection they had – her gloved hand resting against his, his lips to her hand in a kiss, or the soft smiles she would give him, speaking more than words ever allowed. They loved each other, that was clear – especially with the entire city whispering of a soon to be union between the Hawthornes and Abernathys – it was only expected for a engagement to follow. When he knelt down in the park on a warm spring evening and slipped his grandmother’s diamond ring onto her slender finger, he knew that this was what he wanted as well. Though sometimes, when things were quiet between them, he wondered what thoughts were weaving throughout her mind. He knew he couldn’t ask – it was not a man’s place to inquire after such things. A woman’s mind was lesser than his and nothing of consequence. Yet, when she gazed at him, he wished he could just understand what was going on behind those aquamarine eyes he adored so much.

It was the night of their engagement party, taking place at Clare’s home as was customary. All their friends and family friends were there. And throughout the entire night, Edward remained by Clare’s side. He kept thinking how lucky he was to have her. Most of his friends were betrothed to young girls they had hardly the patience for. His parent’s distant marriage was a result of a match quite the same. But he would be different from them, he had Clare.

How many moments all rest on the decision of one. And once a decision is made, how all other outcomes become shattered into unrecognizable fragments of once were. For Edward, he knew precisely. Clare had left to get some air after turning a particularly endearing shade of red after he had whispered to her how much she meant to him. It was only a few moments later that a shriek was heard from outside. Without hesitation, Edward rushed out to where Clare had exited. The scene that enfolded next has haunted Edward ever since. With her bodice torn open, and her hair in disarray, she was pressed against the cobblestones by a male servant whose pants were unbuttoned. Most of the party had followed without his notice, and several gasps now broke out through the crowd. The servant soon leapt to his feet and took off, but Clare stayed where she was and looked up to Edward, and only Edward, with an emotion he couldn’t understand drowning in her eyes. Soon, his friends grabbed him and they went off after the servant. As he ran, he couldn’t think of anything besides the pound of his feet, and the pulse of his blood. They reached the end of the alley and saw only a few carriages ambling down the street, but no one else. He was gone.

It was silent as they walked back, none of them having the words for what had just transpired. When they reached the Abernathy home, both Clare and the rest of the party were gone. Only his father and Clare’s father were left. As he approached, he heard Lord Abernathy desperately trying to plead to Edward’s father. ”There must be some explanation, you know Clare, there must be an explanation.”With a stern brow, his father replied in a cold voice, ”There is no explanation. I saw all that I needed to – we all did.” Upon seeing Edward, his father instructed him to wait for him in the parlor. Walking into the home, he saw Clare sitting by herself with a blanket wrapped around her. They were alone – for the first time since their courtship. He stared at her with blank eyes, as an immense confusion began to set in. He rubbed his neck as he furrowed his brow. There was nothing to be said to her. Like his father said – they had all seen what they needed to see. Soon, his father came up beside him and led him away and into their carriage where his mother and siblings were waiting.

As he stared out the window, he tried to understand what had transpired, what it would mean for the future, and what it had meant for the past. But as with many times before, Edward was left with only silence. [/ul]

E T C .

play-by: michael vinant
password: admin edited[/blockquote][/size]

[THE QUEEN]