VERY IMPORTANT A/N: Just a little note to everyone: These aren't written in
order, or in any specific way of thinking. They're just written when I
think of one, so one might be from the end of the book and the next one
from the beginning, and there's no connection! Just wanted to clear that
up.
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(A/N: Takes place at Pemberley while Elizabeth is there, while they are dining with the Bingleys. I know that the comment isn't exactly right, because I don't have Pride and Prejudice with me right now. Sorry.)
"I should think that your family in particular is affected by the regiment's move."
Mr. Darcy looked up, shocked and angered. Never before had he thought Miss Bingley a rude person, but now he realized how provoking and ill mannered her comment was. He was angry, for he knew that the implication lay on Wickham, and obviously, Georgiana knew it too. She had stopped playing, and would not look at him, though he willed her to meet his eyes. Brotherly protection rose in him at the thought of how much this was paining his sister. Then he looked at Elizabeth who, for a moment, seemed at loss as to what to say, her bright eyes adding an extra beauty to the flush that spread across her cheeks. She would not betray their confidence, he was sure, but it the blow he had gotten for Georgiana deepened now, as he thought of what must be going through her head-how surprised, uncertain, and shocked she must be feeling! Anger flared up at Miss Bingley, who had sorely injured the two most important women in his life. A flush rose to his cheeks, and he was about to say something when Elizabeth's voice reached his ears.
"Oh, yes, I should think so," she said lightly, and her voice had that slightly jesting quality in it that had so often been applied to Darcy himself, and was now working to fend off ridicule. "Because Lydia, you know, has gone with her good friend, the Colonel's wife, to Brighton for a time. They have been very kind to her, and we are all very grateful that she was given this opportunity to see more of the country." Darcy breathed an inward sigh of relief. She had managed to cross Miss Bingley while appearing to not know a thing about Wickham and his business with the Darcy's, or understand the intended insult. He saw, amused, that Miss Bingley looked cross and confused, and then went back to talking to her sister with an irritated air. Gratified and admiring, he also noticed that Elizabeth had gone to Georgiana at the pianoforte and was speaking to her in a low voice, comforting the shaken girl. Warmth welled up in him as he saw her converse with her sister so, making sure that she was all right. Soon, Georgiana started playing again, though with a decidedly more timid air. Elizabeth stayed with her, watching, and happened to look up as he was gazing at her. Darcy's heart skipped a beat as she looked into his loving eyes and smiled, reassuring him that everything was taken care of, and that he needn't worry about his sister. He was still breathless, his heart aflame, when she turned back to the piano after a few seconds that seemed to last an eternity. It was the first time that she had looked full in his eyes and smiled, and smiled for him. It gave him a feeling of delicious warmth, wrapped in loving tenderness as he continued to watch her. How perfect she was! Her figure, slightly bent over the piano, was thin and beautifully shaped, like her lovely features and sparkling eyes. He longed to have a ball, just so that he might waltz with her and hold her in his arms. If only she knew just how much she held the power to both torture and delight him. Oh, Elizabeth.
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A/N: Thank you for reviewing!
Alqualyne: I can't! My parents won't let me accept them-the whole safety issue, you know, though I don't see how it relates to this. Anyway, thank you! Darcy is like, my favorite love character ever. These aren't in any particular order though. Just random.
Daffodil: Will do!
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(A/N: Takes place at Pemberley while Elizabeth is there, while they are dining with the Bingleys. I know that the comment isn't exactly right, because I don't have Pride and Prejudice with me right now. Sorry.)
"I should think that your family in particular is affected by the regiment's move."
Mr. Darcy looked up, shocked and angered. Never before had he thought Miss Bingley a rude person, but now he realized how provoking and ill mannered her comment was. He was angry, for he knew that the implication lay on Wickham, and obviously, Georgiana knew it too. She had stopped playing, and would not look at him, though he willed her to meet his eyes. Brotherly protection rose in him at the thought of how much this was paining his sister. Then he looked at Elizabeth who, for a moment, seemed at loss as to what to say, her bright eyes adding an extra beauty to the flush that spread across her cheeks. She would not betray their confidence, he was sure, but it the blow he had gotten for Georgiana deepened now, as he thought of what must be going through her head-how surprised, uncertain, and shocked she must be feeling! Anger flared up at Miss Bingley, who had sorely injured the two most important women in his life. A flush rose to his cheeks, and he was about to say something when Elizabeth's voice reached his ears.
"Oh, yes, I should think so," she said lightly, and her voice had that slightly jesting quality in it that had so often been applied to Darcy himself, and was now working to fend off ridicule. "Because Lydia, you know, has gone with her good friend, the Colonel's wife, to Brighton for a time. They have been very kind to her, and we are all very grateful that she was given this opportunity to see more of the country." Darcy breathed an inward sigh of relief. She had managed to cross Miss Bingley while appearing to not know a thing about Wickham and his business with the Darcy's, or understand the intended insult. He saw, amused, that Miss Bingley looked cross and confused, and then went back to talking to her sister with an irritated air. Gratified and admiring, he also noticed that Elizabeth had gone to Georgiana at the pianoforte and was speaking to her in a low voice, comforting the shaken girl. Warmth welled up in him as he saw her converse with her sister so, making sure that she was all right. Soon, Georgiana started playing again, though with a decidedly more timid air. Elizabeth stayed with her, watching, and happened to look up as he was gazing at her. Darcy's heart skipped a beat as she looked into his loving eyes and smiled, reassuring him that everything was taken care of, and that he needn't worry about his sister. He was still breathless, his heart aflame, when she turned back to the piano after a few seconds that seemed to last an eternity. It was the first time that she had looked full in his eyes and smiled, and smiled for him. It gave him a feeling of delicious warmth, wrapped in loving tenderness as he continued to watch her. How perfect she was! Her figure, slightly bent over the piano, was thin and beautifully shaped, like her lovely features and sparkling eyes. He longed to have a ball, just so that he might waltz with her and hold her in his arms. If only she knew just how much she held the power to both torture and delight him. Oh, Elizabeth.
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A/N: Thank you for reviewing!
Alqualyne: I can't! My parents won't let me accept them-the whole safety issue, you know, though I don't see how it relates to this. Anyway, thank you! Darcy is like, my favorite love character ever. These aren't in any particular order though. Just random.
Daffodil: Will do!