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"Clash and Clamor" by midnightofthesoul (T)
Fandom: THE LIZZIE BENNET DIARIES
Pairing: Lizzie Bennet/William Darcy, Jane Bennet/Bing Lee
Length: 5319 words
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: Tumblr
Why this must be read: I actually only just read "Clash and Clamor" this morning, but it's just one of those insta-rec fics. In this delightful post-Pemberly AU, Lydia and Charlotte narrate a rather tipsy Dizzie rendezvous and its aftermath. Their recounting of events is hilariously spot-on and a perfect contrast to Lizzie's overly introspective-bordering-on-hermetic demeanor. Seriously, these two should just tell all the stories.
"Hey everyone!" Lydia beams. "Charlotte —" she pauses and moves off camera, grabbing a disembodied hand.
auto-cut
Now both Lydia and Charlotte are sitting before the camera.
"Charlotte and I are testing out the Domino app, right?"
Charlotte looks at the camera imbedded in her macbook, hesitant. "Lizzie, you know I love you. But Lydia and are doing this for your own good."
"Totes," Lydia nods seriously at the screen and Charlotte. "See, here's the deal: Last night, Charlotte finally got Lizzie out of the house. You guys don't see it, but she has not…"
auto-cut
"She's been spending a lot of time listening to Bon Iver," Charlotte lists, "staring at the last question of her thesis paper, and wearing scarves."
"Bizarre to the max," Lydia's eyebrows draw together in dismay and mild judgment. "Last night it was Explosions in the Sky and her lights were off.
Charlotte shakes her head in consternation. "Dark times indeed."
cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut
Lizzie exhaled loudly, arm draped over her face as Your Hand in Mine played on her record player. Dr. Gardiner wanted her Pemberley Digital analysis as soon as possible, but the cursor blinked at her tauntingly, the blank screen glaring in emptyness.
She was stuck. Simple as that. She couldn't finish. She couldn't muster the courage to go back to San Francisco and get the very last interview she needed. She couldn't even articulate the words to put on paper. She was having a crisis. An educational, theoretical, metaphysical, existential, and every other type she could imagine, crisis.
Lizzie Bennet was living at home with her parents, a home that was about to be sold (possibly foreclosed), and soon-to-be homeless (her parents were looking into retirement communities in Arizona), her younger sister had an almost!sextape scandal, her bank account was empty, and her job prospects were dwindling.
And then there was Darcy….
She cleared her throat. No. There wasn't Darcy. There was nothing. At all.
Not only that, but Charlotte was back in town, had been for a week, and Lizzie couldn't bring herself to do more than meet her for coffee. It wasn't that she didn't care. She just…. she felt so… melancholy? Yes, she nodded to herself, very apropos.
A knock preceded Charlotte and Lydia as they burst in, ten times more energy than she could bear.
"Lizzie, we’re staging an intervention," Charlotte said from the foot of Lizzie's bed, hands on her hips. "Suit up, Bennet. We're going out."
Clash and Clamor
Pairing: Lizzie Bennet/William Darcy, Jane Bennet/Bing Lee
Length: 5319 words
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: Tumblr
Why this must be read: I actually only just read "Clash and Clamor" this morning, but it's just one of those insta-rec fics. In this delightful post-Pemberly AU, Lydia and Charlotte narrate a rather tipsy Dizzie rendezvous and its aftermath. Their recounting of events is hilariously spot-on and a perfect contrast to Lizzie's overly introspective-bordering-on-hermetic demeanor. Seriously, these two should just tell all the stories.
"Hey everyone!" Lydia beams. "Charlotte —" she pauses and moves off camera, grabbing a disembodied hand.
auto-cut
Now both Lydia and Charlotte are sitting before the camera.
"Charlotte and I are testing out the Domino app, right?"
Charlotte looks at the camera imbedded in her macbook, hesitant. "Lizzie, you know I love you. But Lydia and are doing this for your own good."
"Totes," Lydia nods seriously at the screen and Charlotte. "See, here's the deal: Last night, Charlotte finally got Lizzie out of the house. You guys don't see it, but she has not…"
auto-cut
"She's been spending a lot of time listening to Bon Iver," Charlotte lists, "staring at the last question of her thesis paper, and wearing scarves."
"Bizarre to the max," Lydia's eyebrows draw together in dismay and mild judgment. "Last night it was Explosions in the Sky and her lights were off.
Charlotte shakes her head in consternation. "Dark times indeed."
cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut
Lizzie exhaled loudly, arm draped over her face as Your Hand in Mine played on her record player. Dr. Gardiner wanted her Pemberley Digital analysis as soon as possible, but the cursor blinked at her tauntingly, the blank screen glaring in emptyness.
She was stuck. Simple as that. She couldn't finish. She couldn't muster the courage to go back to San Francisco and get the very last interview she needed. She couldn't even articulate the words to put on paper. She was having a crisis. An educational, theoretical, metaphysical, existential, and every other type she could imagine, crisis.
Lizzie Bennet was living at home with her parents, a home that was about to be sold (possibly foreclosed), and soon-to-be homeless (her parents were looking into retirement communities in Arizona), her younger sister had an almost!sextape scandal, her bank account was empty, and her job prospects were dwindling.
And then there was Darcy….
She cleared her throat. No. There wasn't Darcy. There was nothing. At all.
Not only that, but Charlotte was back in town, had been for a week, and Lizzie couldn't bring herself to do more than meet her for coffee. It wasn't that she didn't care. She just…. she felt so… melancholy? Yes, she nodded to herself, very apropos.
A knock preceded Charlotte and Lydia as they burst in, ten times more energy than she could bear.
"Lizzie, we’re staging an intervention," Charlotte said from the foot of Lizzie's bed, hands on her hips. "Suit up, Bennet. We're going out."
Clash and Clamor