Blue Eyed Gaze
Here's my first pride and prejudice story. this came to me while i was watching the 2005 version with Kiera Knightly.
My thoughts whirled as we danced to the music. He was so infuriating, but I was so drawn to him.
I didn't understand what it was about this man that made my heart beat erratically and my breath catch. Maybe it was the way his strong eyes held mine, moments longer than necessary. Or the spark that ran up my arm every time we joined hands. His eyes sent shivers down my spine, not from chill, but from the thrill of the attention.
His answers to my questions infuriated me, but the sparks confused me. I should hate this man, so how can I be so drawn to him?
How can his very gaze have so much power over my emotions? This mere man can affect me so much after so short an acquaintance makes me almost afraid to learn what will happen as I know him more.
With Bingley so in love with Jane, I do not doubt we will see much of each other.
I am a wild mix of contrasting emotions by the end of the dance, and only fate knows how this curious circumstance comes to an end.
The musicians play their last note and I face Mr. Darcy. We lock eyes, his strong blue ones on my dark brown, and bow. I gaze into those eyes as he walks over and leads me off the floor. Our hands touching lightly we walk. He turns and bows to me. He walks off without another word.
I feel even more confused than before, and let my mind try to formulate an answer throughout the rest of the evening.
Even later that night as I try to sleep I see those strong pools of blue in my dreams.
I have no idea what's to come; only fate can predict how our tale unfolds.
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