Interstitial drabble - Lambton
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anghraineWell, I desperately wanted post-Lydiagate Darcy/Elizabeth fluff, but sadly, there isn't an abundance in fandom. So I decided to write drabbles at all the Significant Shipping Moments from 'eep! Lydia ran off with Wickham!' onwards.
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Title: An Assurance of Disgrace
Fandom: Austen (PRIDE AND PREJUDICE)
Fanverse: N/A (interstitial)
Blurb: Everything must sink under such a proof of family weakness, such an assurance of the deepest disgrace.
Major Characters: Elizabeth Bennet; Fitzwilliam Darcy
Pairings/Warnings: Fitzwilliam Darcy/Elizabeth Bennet; canonical angst
Length: drabble
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“Wretched, wretched mistake!”
Elizabeth scarcely knew what she said; to all appearances, neither did Darcy. He was fully occupied by his own thoughts, walking back and forth with an air of restless intensity as uncharacteristic as the embarrassed discomposure of two days ago.
The sun was shining.
She looked at Darcy, his gaze distant, even abstracted beneath contracted brows, and understood him perfectly. How shocked he must be! how horrified! yet relieved, also, to finally be free of his unreasonable attachment to her. Elizabeth's eyes burned.
She still could not determine the exact nature of her feelings - but in that moment, it struck her with a cold, heavy certainty, that she could have loved him.
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Title: An Assurance of Disgrace
Fandom: Austen (PRIDE AND PREJUDICE)
Fanverse: N/A (interstitial)
Blurb: Everything must sink under such a proof of family weakness, such an assurance of the deepest disgrace.
Major Characters: Elizabeth Bennet; Fitzwilliam Darcy
Pairings/Warnings: Fitzwilliam Darcy/Elizabeth Bennet; canonical angst
Length: drabble
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“Wretched, wretched mistake!”
Elizabeth scarcely knew what she said; to all appearances, neither did Darcy. He was fully occupied by his own thoughts, walking back and forth with an air of restless intensity as uncharacteristic as the embarrassed discomposure of two days ago.
The sun was shining.
She looked at Darcy, his gaze distant, even abstracted beneath contracted brows, and understood him perfectly. How shocked he must be! how horrified! yet relieved, also, to finally be free of his unreasonable attachment to her. Elizabeth's eyes burned.
She still could not determine the exact nature of her feelings - but in that moment, it struck her with a cold, heavy certainty, that she could have loved him.
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