Interstitial drabble - Longbourn
Sep. 25th, 2009 10:45 amI've always wished there was more fic of this period. So, um, yes - angsty!sleepless!Elizabeth.
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Title: One Sleepless Night
Fandom: Austen (PRIDE AND PREJUDICE)
Fanverse: N/A (interstitial)
Blurb: Had she known nothing of Darcy, she could have borne the dread of Lydia's infamy somewhat better. It would have spared her, she thought, one sleepless night out of two.
Major Characters: Elizabeth Bennet
Pairings/Warnings: Fitzwilliam Darcy/Elizabeth Bennet; canonical angst
Length: drabble
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At Longbourn, Elizabeth spent hours with Jane, hearing of all that had happened, and hours more trying to manage the household. They had entered the kitchen for the first time in their lives, received Mr Bennet's correspondence, directed the servants and attempted to calm their mother and sisters.
By the end of the first night, she was exhausted. Her eyelids heavy and her mind full, Elizabeth crawled into bed and closed her eyes.
She slept, fitfully, for an hour, then tossed and turned for another two. Everything she had been too busy and too anxious to think about earlier, returned tenfold to her now.
Somehow, that everything seemed to consist mainly of remembering Fitzwilliam Darcy.
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Title: One Sleepless Night
Fandom: Austen (PRIDE AND PREJUDICE)
Fanverse: N/A (interstitial)
Blurb: Had she known nothing of Darcy, she could have borne the dread of Lydia's infamy somewhat better. It would have spared her, she thought, one sleepless night out of two.
Major Characters: Elizabeth Bennet
Pairings/Warnings: Fitzwilliam Darcy/Elizabeth Bennet; canonical angst
Length: drabble
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At Longbourn, Elizabeth spent hours with Jane, hearing of all that had happened, and hours more trying to manage the household. They had entered the kitchen for the first time in their lives, received Mr Bennet's correspondence, directed the servants and attempted to calm their mother and sisters.
By the end of the first night, she was exhausted. Her eyelids heavy and her mind full, Elizabeth crawled into bed and closed her eyes.
She slept, fitfully, for an hour, then tossed and turned for another two. Everything she had been too busy and too anxious to think about earlier, returned tenfold to her now.
Somehow, that everything seemed to consist mainly of remembering Fitzwilliam Darcy.
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on 2009-09-25 06:08 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2009-09-25 06:38 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2009-09-25 11:30 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2009-09-25 11:56 pm (UTC)and short interstitial fic is fun! also, easy. *loves*
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on 2009-09-26 10:20 am (UTC)no subject
on 2009-09-26 05:47 pm (UTC)So, um, mostly it's just surreal.