FANFIC: true thirst (Bridgerton)
Feb. 22nd, 2026 10:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
queenslayerbeeI might have dropped this show after three episodes, but I'll be an Eloise Bridgerton warrior for life. She deserves the world. Unfortunately, she's in the wrong genre.
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It's everything she could have dreamed, as if her world has expanded —not just around her, the world she can touch and hear and affect and be affected by, but on the inside; she's finally faced with a challenge, and for the first time she feels like she is all but stumbling, scrambling and struggling to catch up, under-educated and plainly naïve and oblivious.
And —incredibly!— instead of discouraging her, it only motivates her to push forward, to challenge herself more; anything and everything to escape the tedious boredom of quiet, lonely large rooms, and the all-too-crowed, wearing, sparkling ballrooms —an orderly lecture room, filled just enough, is the perfect middle ground.
It terrifies Eloise how easy it could all be taken away, with the right whisper on the wrong ear, if just one person saw through her disguise; she wants to rage, to scream at them, furious and at once guilty about it when she thinks of how her family, her mother, would sooner dismiss her and lock her in and deprive her of the joy she's found in this —but that's all the more reason to continue, for as long as she's able to cling onto her dream.
Title: true thirst.
Fandom: Bridgerton.
Character/Pairing: Eloise Bridgerton (x academia OTP).
Summary: written for the prompt "Bridgerton, Eloise, sneaking off to science and philosophy lectures" in the Three Sentence Ficathon.
Word count: 200.
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It's everything she could have dreamed, as if her world has expanded —not just around her, the world she can touch and hear and affect and be affected by, but on the inside; she's finally faced with a challenge, and for the first time she feels like she is all but stumbling, scrambling and struggling to catch up, under-educated and plainly naïve and oblivious.
And —incredibly!— instead of discouraging her, it only motivates her to push forward, to challenge herself more; anything and everything to escape the tedious boredom of quiet, lonely large rooms, and the all-too-crowed, wearing, sparkling ballrooms —an orderly lecture room, filled just enough, is the perfect middle ground.
It terrifies Eloise how easy it could all be taken away, with the right whisper on the wrong ear, if just one person saw through her disguise; she wants to rage, to scream at them, furious and at once guilty about it when she thinks of how her family, her mother, would sooner dismiss her and lock her in and deprive her of the joy she's found in this —but that's all the more reason to continue, for as long as she's able to cling onto her dream.
