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"all right" by lulabo
Fandom: THE LIZZIE BENNET DIARIES
Pairing: Lizzie Bennet/William Darcy
Length: 5763 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: After an unexpected dental surgery episode, Lydia discovers that the Darcenator has...well, more shallow depths than one would anticipate, plus a decent bedside manner as a last-minute caregiver. Bonus points for the author, who nicely captures the absurdities of wisdom-tooth extraction.
“You don’t have to keep me company,” she says, “if you don’t want to.”
He sits and adjusts his tie. Which he’s still wearing. That answers one question, Lydia thinks.
“I’m unused to having an afternoon free like this,” he says. “I’m quite happy to spend it here with you.”
It’s the kind of thing people say just to be nice, the kind of thing they say to smoothe over awkwardness. But the corners of Darcy’s mouth are turned up just slightly, and though it’s not like she’s spent tons of time with him, Lydia does know that Darcy doesn’t fake smiles, not really. When he tries, he ends up looking like a gassy troll doll. The look on his face right now falls somewhere on a sliding scale between encouraging and friendly. Lydia tips her head in reply, forgetting for a moment her head feels a bit like a rotting melon, so she reaches for her soda and takes a careful sip. Every single thing about her mouth at the moment is disgusting, and the bubbles make it all disgusting and weird, but she’s thirsty enough that it also feels good. Disgusting and weird and good. She resituates the ice against jaw and carefully rests her head against the pillow.
“Do you mind if I ask what it is you’re watching?” Darcy asks.
Lydia cuts her eyes at him, unsure if he’s serious. “It’s Laguna Beach.”
“Is it a documentary?”
She’d laugh, but it would hurt, and it would probably embarrass him. “Not hardly,” Lydia says. “It was a reality show on MTV a long time ago. I used to watch it pretty much constantly when I was, like, 13 or 14.”
Darcy nods at this and turns to the television, and Lydia watches him as he actually pays attention to LC tell the story of her friendship with Stephen and the root of her feud with Kristin. He’s really listening; she can tell by the set of his forehead, the way he’s pitched slightly forward in his seat. Lydia takes another sip of soda and cuddles up to watch Lo and LC plan a party for absolutely no reason than they’re on a TV show and they want to. She remembers watching this show in the basement, stealing VHS tapes from her mom’s soap opera collection to tape reruns that she would watch over and over, learning these glamorous girls by heart. It’s weird now, their flip phones, their giant sunglasses (she would still take any one of those pairs of giant sunglasses), their practiced mannerisms. But it’s so familiar and so comfortable, it’s like the ice against her jaw, dulling away an ache.
all right
Pairing: Lizzie Bennet/William Darcy
Length: 5763 words
Author on LJ:
lulaboAuthor Website: Tumblr
Why this must be read: After an unexpected dental surgery episode, Lydia discovers that the Darcenator has...well, more shallow depths than one would anticipate, plus a decent bedside manner as a last-minute caregiver. Bonus points for the author, who nicely captures the absurdities of wisdom-tooth extraction.
“You don’t have to keep me company,” she says, “if you don’t want to.”
He sits and adjusts his tie. Which he’s still wearing. That answers one question, Lydia thinks.
“I’m unused to having an afternoon free like this,” he says. “I’m quite happy to spend it here with you.”
It’s the kind of thing people say just to be nice, the kind of thing they say to smoothe over awkwardness. But the corners of Darcy’s mouth are turned up just slightly, and though it’s not like she’s spent tons of time with him, Lydia does know that Darcy doesn’t fake smiles, not really. When he tries, he ends up looking like a gassy troll doll. The look on his face right now falls somewhere on a sliding scale between encouraging and friendly. Lydia tips her head in reply, forgetting for a moment her head feels a bit like a rotting melon, so she reaches for her soda and takes a careful sip. Every single thing about her mouth at the moment is disgusting, and the bubbles make it all disgusting and weird, but she’s thirsty enough that it also feels good. Disgusting and weird and good. She resituates the ice against jaw and carefully rests her head against the pillow.
“Do you mind if I ask what it is you’re watching?” Darcy asks.
Lydia cuts her eyes at him, unsure if he’s serious. “It’s Laguna Beach.”
“Is it a documentary?”
She’d laugh, but it would hurt, and it would probably embarrass him. “Not hardly,” Lydia says. “It was a reality show on MTV a long time ago. I used to watch it pretty much constantly when I was, like, 13 or 14.”
Darcy nods at this and turns to the television, and Lydia watches him as he actually pays attention to LC tell the story of her friendship with Stephen and the root of her feud with Kristin. He’s really listening; she can tell by the set of his forehead, the way he’s pitched slightly forward in his seat. Lydia takes another sip of soda and cuddles up to watch Lo and LC plan a party for absolutely no reason than they’re on a TV show and they want to. She remembers watching this show in the basement, stealing VHS tapes from her mom’s soap opera collection to tape reruns that she would watch over and over, learning these glamorous girls by heart. It’s weird now, their flip phones, their giant sunglasses (she would still take any one of those pairs of giant sunglasses), their practiced mannerisms. But it’s so familiar and so comfortable, it’s like the ice against her jaw, dulling away an ache.
all right