𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 that some bonds are as inevitable as the tides, drawing one and one together despite the constraints that bind them away from each other. Some cannot be escaped, others do not want to escape. But then th...
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WHAT IS IT ABOUT THE SEASIDE that makes one's whole body feel like it's been renewed? Perhaps it's the salty breezes of air that come laced with miniature grains of sand, or the warmth of the sun that reflects off of the ripples in the ocean like small lanterns flickering in your eyes. The serenity, the disconnection, the art of not being scared for the newsboys to run the streets and hand off pamphlets shit-talking almost every human being that has ever walked the ton. The magic in plucking oneself out of a storyline to place themselves down on another completely different one— away from everyone.
But Siena DeLuca could not stay away from Eloise Bridgerton.
She sits, admiring her as she stands away from her. Her body is light as she strolls up and down the shore, her eyes glimmering with such potency they reflect on her eyes like lanterns. Her laughter reaches her in waves, soft and raspy, as if giggling at something she'd said that made her feel like fully laughing would be improper. Her smile is Siena's favorite part, her coral lips spread to reveal that absolutely hypnotizing grin of hers. It reaches her ears, creating crinkles in the corners of her shimmering blue eyes. Her hair, rustled by the wine, flies around her face like a cocoon, getting in her eyes and making her delicate gloved hands pull it back.
Siena watches her with a frown, though. Her eyes are narrowed, not reflecting just how in love she is with the girl as she remains solemn and detached. She can occasionally hear Eloise faintly call her name, but it isn't as if she's trying to summon her, her tone is causal and light, as if she was involved in conversation with her and her name just slipped. 'Siena', 'Si', so melodically and sweet it's almost overwhelming. Siena tilts her head, her eyes narrowing even more, her lips puckering to the side in thought.
"Si, Siena!" Siena swivels around, noises resurfacing as Eloise's laughter is lost amongst them, "The baby is crying." Bianca repeats with her eyes wide and her eyebrows raised, wondering what had happened to her sister for her to disconnect so deeply from reality.
That is when Siena realizes that she truly had not been able to stay away from Eloise Bridgerton, because as she turns around to find her again, she realizes she has merely been entranced by the glistening ripples of the ocean through the carriage's window. Her laughter was nothing but the distant crashing of the waves and her eyes the light reflecting on the ripples. The girl huffs upon realizing where her head is and quickly looks back down at the baby held in her arms.
"Right, right. Sorry," she cradles the child against her chest and gently rocks him, "Sh, sh."
Bianca quirks her head to the side at her sister, recalling the sudden panic that had enveloped her irises when she'd looked back out the window and realized the sight was not the same as before.
