In a society full of rules and expectations, two outcasts find their way towards each other… in a dance.
A Regency era Bughead AU, inspired by the social satire of Jane Austen.
(Inspired by Brooke Fraser’s “May Waltz”. Hopefully something to tide you over while Ao3 takes some scheduled down time!)
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The general pleasure that accompanied the news that the Weatherbees – a distinguished family with an estate of eight thousand a year, but unfortunately without an heir – had taken a ward soon dissolved as rumours of the young man’s dubious origins persisted throughout town. Forsythe Jones, whose figure was otherwise handsome, youthful and pleasing, was a mystery in the sense that he was not entirely knowable, and thus, he was suspicious to all. All that was truly certain of his character was that he was no more than two and twenty: his parentage was keep a secret by his guardians, and his chief occupation (“A writer,” hissed Mrs. McCoy across the church aisle on Sunday morning) drew mistrust amongst the small-minded, limited folk of Riverdale.
Still, small-minded though they were, they were not entirely uncivil, and when the Lodges – the wealthiest family in town – prepared to throw a ball in their residence, an invitation was belatedly, but courteously, extended to Forsythe. One envelope arrived at the Weatherbee estate a full week before the event, addressed to Mr. and Mrs. Weatherbee. A few days later, another arrived, this time addressed to Mr. Jones.
