On The Eighth Day

On the Eighth Day

While thy branches mix with mine, and our roots together join

i think every character should interact with itto at least once.

good luck on the pulls scara and itto wanters!

my fav unforgettable green eyes

Wait I have an au idea.

What if, during his first tour around Greece, one of Colin has a travel companion, maybe a guide, let's call him Mr. Aetos, who takes notice of Colin's letters to Penelope. He knows when Colin receives one of her letters because they are usually the longest, and his whole face lights up. Mr. Aetos thinks it's adorable that this young couple clearly adored and loved one another.

One night Colin's face brightens as he opens another letter from his Penelope and Mr. Aetos chuckles. "Another letter from the wife?"

Colin flinched. "Pardon?"

Mr. Aetos could only smile. He remembers being that young and in love. Being lost in your own world with only your love beside you. "Your smile Mr. Bridgerton, it gives you away when you receive a letter from your wife."

Colin, from his end, could only flush. Penelope was his friend but with Mr. Aetos confusing her for his wife it kind of brings to the forefront of his mind that their letter writing was technically inappropriate. He should stop, but he also doesn't want to.

That's how Colin ended up referring to Penelope as his wife for months on end during his trip. Reading all her well crafted letters.

Returning home had not made it better. When Penelope called out his name on that drawing room all Colin saw was his wife there to greet him. It wasn't until Gregory and Hyacinth came around the corner that he remembered Penelope was not in fact his wife.

They didn't get a chance to speak, and Colin found he very much would like to spend time in Penelope's delightful company.

"What are you looking for?" Benedict asked him at the races. Beside both of them, Anthony seemed to be looking for someone too.

Like a reflex, Colin answered, "My wife."

Ah, there she was! Colin beelined towards Penelope, leaving behind to very shocked and confused brothers.

I’m not even mad at the brothel scenes. Never have been because of this moment.

His breathlessness, the adorable dramatic disappointed sigh, his wide-eyed almost adolescent expression, and the sweetness and youthful eagerness in the delivery of perhaps my favorite line of the season are so virgin-coded.

This wasn’t just Pen’s first moment of physical intimacy and connection. It was also Colin’s.