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"not practical but breakable" by lulabo (T)
Fandom: THE LIZZIE BENNET DIARIES
Pairing: Lizzie Bennet/William Darcy
Length: ~6500 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lulabo
Author Website: Tumblr
Why this must be read: As a sort-of companion to yesterday's rec, today I bring you another take on Darcy as he watches Lizzie's videos for the first time. It ain't a pretty sight, but it's honest and alcohol-tinged and includes a good dose of Gigi and their dearly departed mother. Stories of Darcy taking stock of how he honestly needs to improve as a human being are difficult to do well, but this is one that gives you new insights into the character--as well as his irreverent sister.
Lizzie’s portrayal of her mother, while less nuanced, perhaps, than reality, confirms more than anything what he had already understood and observed about Mrs. Bennet—that when it comes to her daughters, she has an anachronistic, intense need to see them married if only to get them out of the house and their financial burdens off their parents. He concedes, then, that telling Lizzie this was probably not the best way to endear himself to her, a thought that makes him pause, literally, with Lizzie’s animated face frozen on his computer screen in an expression of sarcastic disbelief, and figuratively, as he wonders what he had expected when he entered her office at Collins & Collins. Certainly not to be so rudely rebuffed—certainly not to be so reviled. He fixes his eyes on the door of his office, concentrating not on Lizzie’s face but on his own intentions. He hadn’t thought, had he, that she would fall into his arms? Had he thought she would consider, even for a moment, that she might regard him even a little? Had he thought at all about anything other than what he felt, what he could no longer keep to himself? He has to shake his head. If anything, he’d thought only of what it would cost him if Lizzie had said she felt the same. He never wondered if she didn’t. He’d hardly wondered what she felt at all.
What she feels, however, seems to be the entire point of her video diaries. She thinks rich, single men under a certain age are either reprobates or self-involved loners. And this before she even met him. So he watches the next video, and the next, and nearly laughs when he sees the fourth is titled “Bing Lee and His 500 Teenage Prostitutes,” because eventually that’s a google search that will bite Bing in the ass. His heart does not literally stop when she says his name in this video for the first time—hearts just don’t stop, no matter how often Gigi might claim her own jumped out of her body or that she threw it up in response to something so moving it killed her dead. (Or ded, he’s pretty sure it’s ded.) But she says his name and she laughs, because according to Lizzie Bennet, the name William Darcy is an awful name. For a dubstep DJ. He could almost find it funny, especially because he loves—and it’s not an exaggeration, he really does love it—the way Lizzie says her own name, like she’s in a hurry to get it out of her mouth. Mynameislizziebennet. It’s sort of wonderful, the way she says this.
not practical but breakable
Pairing: Lizzie Bennet/William Darcy
Length: ~6500 words
Author on LJ:
lulaboAuthor Website: Tumblr
Why this must be read: As a sort-of companion to yesterday's rec, today I bring you another take on Darcy as he watches Lizzie's videos for the first time. It ain't a pretty sight, but it's honest and alcohol-tinged and includes a good dose of Gigi and their dearly departed mother. Stories of Darcy taking stock of how he honestly needs to improve as a human being are difficult to do well, but this is one that gives you new insights into the character--as well as his irreverent sister.
Lizzie’s portrayal of her mother, while less nuanced, perhaps, than reality, confirms more than anything what he had already understood and observed about Mrs. Bennet—that when it comes to her daughters, she has an anachronistic, intense need to see them married if only to get them out of the house and their financial burdens off their parents. He concedes, then, that telling Lizzie this was probably not the best way to endear himself to her, a thought that makes him pause, literally, with Lizzie’s animated face frozen on his computer screen in an expression of sarcastic disbelief, and figuratively, as he wonders what he had expected when he entered her office at Collins & Collins. Certainly not to be so rudely rebuffed—certainly not to be so reviled. He fixes his eyes on the door of his office, concentrating not on Lizzie’s face but on his own intentions. He hadn’t thought, had he, that she would fall into his arms? Had he thought she would consider, even for a moment, that she might regard him even a little? Had he thought at all about anything other than what he felt, what he could no longer keep to himself? He has to shake his head. If anything, he’d thought only of what it would cost him if Lizzie had said she felt the same. He never wondered if she didn’t. He’d hardly wondered what she felt at all.
What she feels, however, seems to be the entire point of her video diaries. She thinks rich, single men under a certain age are either reprobates or self-involved loners. And this before she even met him. So he watches the next video, and the next, and nearly laughs when he sees the fourth is titled “Bing Lee and His 500 Teenage Prostitutes,” because eventually that’s a google search that will bite Bing in the ass. His heart does not literally stop when she says his name in this video for the first time—hearts just don’t stop, no matter how often Gigi might claim her own jumped out of her body or that she threw it up in response to something so moving it killed her dead. (Or ded, he’s pretty sure it’s ded.) But she says his name and she laughs, because according to Lizzie Bennet, the name William Darcy is an awful name. For a dubstep DJ. He could almost find it funny, especially because he loves—and it’s not an exaggeration, he really does love it—the way Lizzie says her own name, like she’s in a hurry to get it out of her mouth. Mynameislizziebennet. It’s sort of wonderful, the way she says this.
not practical but breakable