MEME.
>>>> accepting!
he’d become quite the recluse. one might not believe it so, but even pemberley could run out of hiding places it seemed. elizabeth darcy stood at the open doors of his study – and she didn’t look pleased. she didn’t look well at all. the sight saw to the breathless thrum of his heart, a heavy guilt that ached alow his sternum. despite his perch at his desk, the surface remained bereft of his work. he could not focus as of late, no matter how he scolded himself for it. that the source of his plight seemed rather determined to hold an audience with him now did little to soothe his distress.
a haggard and apologetic thomas kept at elizabeth’s shadow and darcy dismissed him with a curt nod. the soft click of the doors closing in his butler’s wake allowed for pretenses to mute; however, the tense atmosphere of the room seemed only to be exacerbated with husband and wife’s new found privacy.
“ to what do you refer, elizabeth? ”