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"your name is the splinter inside me" by abvj (G)
Well, this is the end of my month of LBD recs. If you haven't discovered this fandom, get thee to it! If you already have, hope you enjoyed, and I'll see you next month with a smattering of Doctor Who entries!
Fandom: THE LIZZIE BENNET DIARIES
Pairing: Lizzie Bennet/William Darcy
Length: 2005 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
abvj
Author Website: Master list
Why this must be read: In this one-shot, Lizzie considers her understanding of Darcy and how their relationship is evolving. It's canon-compliant and memorable, and nicely understated in its look at one person's reflections.
As she stands there watching the rain hit the glass without remorse, debating whether or not she wants to spend money on a cab or wait for the weather to break, somebody settles into the space beside her.
Lizzie doesn’t need to look to know it’s Darcy. She just knows.
A few months ago, she probably would have made a joke about it one of her videos, something along the lines of being able to feel him judging her from afar. Maybe it would have been partly true, but now she just feels the shift in the air when he’s around, notices the way he fills the space around her, and tries to ignore the way something warm and not entirely welcome coils and settles deep in the pit of her stomach. Taking a deep breath, she squares her shoulders, and feels much like she does whenever he’s involved – like she is preparing for some epic battle of wills. But neither of them move to break the silence, and Lizzie just rocks back on her heels once, then twice, waiting for him to say something.
“My offer still stands,” he tells her quietly after a moment.
When she turns to look at him then, she catches him considering her carefully, his mouth pressed into a firm line. It twitches sheepishly when she catches his eye, the keys in his hand jingling a little as he awkwardly dangles them from his fingers, but he doesn’t look away. Lizzie thinks she likes that more than she probably should.
“I don’t want to inconvenience you,” she says, which, even though she hasn’t entirely earned his kindness after humiliating him for all of the internet to see, is complete and utter bullshit. Lizzie would very much like to inconvenience him. There is literally no one she can call and she’s already late for dinner.
Darcy shakes his head and almost, almost laughs. “It really is no trouble at all, Lizzie.”
He doesn’t exactly give her time to argue before he is swinging open the door for her and sliding his umbrella open against the rain at the same time.
your name is the splinter inside me
Fandom: THE LIZZIE BENNET DIARIES
Pairing: Lizzie Bennet/William Darcy
Length: 2005 words
Author on LJ:
abvjAuthor Website: Master list
Why this must be read: In this one-shot, Lizzie considers her understanding of Darcy and how their relationship is evolving. It's canon-compliant and memorable, and nicely understated in its look at one person's reflections.
As she stands there watching the rain hit the glass without remorse, debating whether or not she wants to spend money on a cab or wait for the weather to break, somebody settles into the space beside her.
Lizzie doesn’t need to look to know it’s Darcy. She just knows.
A few months ago, she probably would have made a joke about it one of her videos, something along the lines of being able to feel him judging her from afar. Maybe it would have been partly true, but now she just feels the shift in the air when he’s around, notices the way he fills the space around her, and tries to ignore the way something warm and not entirely welcome coils and settles deep in the pit of her stomach. Taking a deep breath, she squares her shoulders, and feels much like she does whenever he’s involved – like she is preparing for some epic battle of wills. But neither of them move to break the silence, and Lizzie just rocks back on her heels once, then twice, waiting for him to say something.
“My offer still stands,” he tells her quietly after a moment.
When she turns to look at him then, she catches him considering her carefully, his mouth pressed into a firm line. It twitches sheepishly when she catches his eye, the keys in his hand jingling a little as he awkwardly dangles them from his fingers, but he doesn’t look away. Lizzie thinks she likes that more than she probably should.
“I don’t want to inconvenience you,” she says, which, even though she hasn’t entirely earned his kindness after humiliating him for all of the internet to see, is complete and utter bullshit. Lizzie would very much like to inconvenience him. There is literally no one she can call and she’s already late for dinner.
Darcy shakes his head and almost, almost laughs. “It really is no trouble at all, Lizzie.”
He doesn’t exactly give her time to argue before he is swinging open the door for her and sliding his umbrella open against the rain at the same time.
your name is the splinter inside me