myxcenterxstage

  Lack the temperament? Then again, in some instances she did get the sense a single look from the man could terminate her. 

  Her lips curved into a faint smile. As distastefully uncomfortable things were, hopefully, a mutual respect could be gained after all.  

« Though surprising, I am pleased to hear our similarity, Mister Darcy. These compulsive expectations upon us can be truly unrealistic at times, are they not? »

    Her smile was ill-placed for he did not d e s e r v e it – had he said something amusing? Or that he spoke at all was h u m o u r o u s? He tries not to squirm at the thought. Honesty was a fickle thing. People wished for it often enough; yet when f a c e d with it, they were dissatisfied. Curious.

“ If only society shared your opinion, madam. My reserve is displeasing, and as such I am unable to express myself in such a way that could be different without it seeming ‘surprising’. ”

(Source: foreverlostopinion, via myxcenterxstage)

forcedfromwaiting

“ there is no need for apologies , mr – darcy is it ? “ 

      she tries to recall , but her mind had not quite been present during the introductions of the night . a faint smile produced for him , though he was no longer looking in her direction and she leans on the railing of the balcony in front of her . fresh air had been a much needed escape , clearly she was not the only one to think so . “ you look as though the party held you HOSTAGE . enjoy your air and i shall pretend i heard nothing of the sort . “ she replies kindly with a small laugh before turning her eyes to the darkness out on the horizon . a pause before she speak again . “ if you’d like , i can leave you ? i’ve been out here quite a while now . i do not mind retiring to the party once more if you’d like to be alone . “ 

    He had the distinct feeling that she was c h a t t y. Sudden anxiety twisted in his gut tightly as he forced himself to listen carefully to her words – his mind was seeking an a p p r o p r i a t e response that which would be acceptable and far from lacking. “ Yes. I am Mr. Darcy. ” Capital reply, Darcy. Internally, he grimaced. Perhaps she would want to leave! It would certainly be a r e l i e f; yet he knew that more was required of him and he turned to face his company fully. “ Do not feel the need to depart, madam. If I have disturbed your peace, it is I who should leave. ” Better. “ Forgive me my manners, or lack thereof. I do not recall your name. ”

(Source: foreverlostopinion, via selfcentred-deactivated20200616)

Blast! Would that he could only be c l e a r! Did she not understand him? Truly, he thought himself e x p l i c i t, but that she had such a talent at twisting his words was maddeningly degrading to his nerves. The dance was hardly given t h o u g h t, steps fluid and practiced and long-since memorised, yet he could not articulate the one thing he wished to say to her.

“ You mistake me, Miss Bennet. ” He did not mean it as an insult, for surely she would take it as a slight against her i n t e l l i g e n c e – was she not the most astute creature he knew? “ Your company is wholly coveted. ” Lord, but did the words s t i c k to his throat! He tried desperately to meet her eyes. He was a man of action, not of words, and if he could only show her… 

(Source: ofprejudice, via ofprejudice)

[ ofprejudice ]

His steps were fluid, GRACEFUL, in manner. It was surprising to Elizabeth, for she expected him to be RIGID due to his cold nature and the fact that he told her he tries not to dance ( Even at a ball! How ridiculous! ) But he was anything but – and the dance WOULD HAVE BEEN enjoyable if conversation had been more in depth.

Instead, it was if he was looking DOWN upon her for trying to initiate conversation of any sort, even the trivial kind. It was if she was somehow not living up to expectations created in his mind. BUT OF COURSE THAT WASN’T THE CASE. Why would a man like Mr. Darcy think of her in any such way if she was not in his presence?

“I wish to discuss something of importance, of course, Mr. Darcy,” Elizabeth explained – EXASPERATED. “But I do not think there is something between the two of us that could possibly be considered important, as our interactions have been very minimal.”
                                                                                                       ( a pause ) 
“Tell me, Mr. Darcy, why would you ask me to dance with you if you have no desire to speak to me?”

Her frustration was clear, purposefully so perhaps, but it served only to magnify his anxiety. This, of course, instilled in him another long moment of quiet as he attempted desperately to catch onto words appropriate enough to describe his feelings. Phrases and vocabulary whispered like flames and distinguished into wispy smoke that escaped his fingertips.

Would that he could only speak to her, for it was his every desire! To hear her speak, even so callously as he deserved, was something he so oft imagined; he hardly remembered a time he daydreamed so vividly when things of greater import were before him.

“ It is difficult for me, ” said Mr. Darcy quietly, pausing in his steps to look down at the woman, “ to find the words to speak with you, Miss Bennet. ”

(via ofprejudice)

[ eldestbennetsister ]

    Jane’s gentle heart ached for Mr. Darcy, willing him silently to finish his thought, to tell her what he hoped for. She was not so adept at reading his emotions as she was Lizzy’s or even her Father’s; she had not yet known Mr. Darcy long enough to see past his mask, a solemn and grim version of the one she herself wore. She ducked her head once more to allow the proud man before her a hint of privacy. Jane focused on her long fingers, twisting them into knots as she spoke. “ Elizabeth has many admirable traits, Mr. Dacy. I believe forgiveness to be one of them. ”

    Oh, Jane. What a kind soul. He wished desperately for but a moment that what she said could be true in such a case as his, but disregarded the thought post haste – he would not love Miss Bennet as he did had she been anyone save herself. Still, it was a sadness that seeped into tired eyes. His eyes were old, decades too old for his body, his mind, for he had seen many things, yet he could not ever recall such an ache as the one nestled deep in his chest. “ I am afraid, Miss Bennet, that I am unworthy of her forgiveness. I would grovel that it would donate to my cause, but alas, it would do little good. Nor could I ask it of her for I am not so selfish. ”

(Source: foreverlostopinion, via eldestbennetsisterarchive)

[ ofbennet ]

it’s easy to know that if her mother (or any of her sisters) was in the room, she wouldn’t have said anything. would have just continued reading her current book and let the others talk to themselves but no, that wasn’t the case and she figured she had nothing better to do than to talk to the man. “please tell me, what are you here for, sir? you do not seem like the type of gentleman to come house visiting just because you where in the neighborhood.” 

    Her forwardness reminded him that the whole of her family was as ridiculous and uncouth. He might have been appalled had he not grown accustomed to such treatment or outbursts, but he found it oddly refreshing and…yes, comforting to be in this atmosphere. This reflection reminded him of his response to her inquiry and Mr. Darcy’s ears went hot, head ducking with his embarrassment. “ Ah. Yes. Right. I was… I would request an audience with your sister. Miss Bennet. Elizabeth. ”

(via ofbennet)

[ lucythcrne ]

      “Then what do you mean to say, Sir, in the most simplest of terms?”

    “ Only this, madam: should this occasion amount to anything more than a glorious ball, I will surely be struck down and perish. ”

(Source: foreverlostopinion, via lucythcrne-blog)

[ myxcenterxstage ]

Priscilla half-scoffed at the query, yet managed to catch herself with a brusk ‘Ahem!’.
Social dignity had a funny way to hold it’s own importance. 

« Honestly, it lightens the burden of slander’s humiliation. This year (as opposed to sublime years prior since my court presentation) social misfortune appears to be following at my heels. So I try to make amends as best I can …  »

    Mr. Darcy inclined his head, a slow tilt that gave away his sudden amusement. Dark eyes flashed, a humour perhaps considered inappropriate for the times.

“ You and I are similar, then, madam. I am wealthy, indeed, but lack the temperament that is required of my social standings. High expectations follow at my heels. ”

(Source: foreverlostopinion, via myxcenterxstage)

[ confincd ]

Her stare is unyielding, perhaps, even a little disconcerting in nature, for Lucille had barely bat an eyelid. Forever watching– -observing; just as she would analyse insects’ in their glass prisons. A hobby of hers she’d pursued from her childhood…          

    Lucille’s grasp, though brief, was frigid; like shaking the hand of DEATH itself.
    The woman’s movements were slow, deliberate, as was anything she did.
    With a quirk of her brow she gave a slight incline of her head– -noting his
    fallen gaze. A lack of confidence, perhaps?  Rolling velvet shoulders back
    Lucille straightened her stance, slender hands clasping together before her
    in a tight ball.       

Fitzwilliam Darcy? The name seemed to resonate with her with a stroke of familiarity and taut lips formed a small ‘o’ shape. 

          “Likewise, Mr. Darcy– - tell me, you wouldn’t happen to be the proprietor of
          of Pemberley, would you?”  

    Her apparent recognition was startling. An immediate defence was thrown up – shoulders lifted and stiff beneath his greatcoat and hands fisted at his sides. His mouth turned down in frown and a harsh line drew between his brows with his concern. What else had she heard, he wondered? Gossip in the Ton was notoriously detestable. The truth was often skewed and resembled little of its initial utterance as swept through the grapevine could hardly leave room for anything less.

“ Yes, I am. Have you interest in visiting the estate? It would be best to view it in the summer, but Pemberley is open year round for showings. ”

(Source: confincd-blog, via confincd-blog)

[ neverparted ]

                     ❝ Then the maintenance of one’s home can be assumed
                        a reflection of its owners’ SENTIMENT towards it. I
                        find home to be an…abstract concept. ❞

Others automatically thought of ‘home’ as a structure. For Thomas, his home was in the arms of his sister, Lucille. Their bond was stronger than most siblings, but he believed that it was only JUST. Society didn’t know – or CARE – what they had been through, and that gave them no right to dictate whether he and his sister could be together or not.

In the other’s case, his home was well-maintained because he had the wealth and the love for it. He could imagine the man relishing the love of his parents, and oh, he would be LYING if he said that he didn’t ENVY the man for a brief moment!

    The look of distaste on Mr. Darcy’s face lasted no more than the space between heartbeats, though it surely portrayed his express feelings on the other’s statement. Abstract, indeed. He understood well enough the implications behind such wording. Ridiculous, he found, the trappings of one’s heart when concerned with the abstract makings of a home.

    Of course, Mr. Darcy hardly had time for fancy whims and the company of warm arms to truly give such a precise or meaningful opinion on the matter. Still, he schooled his features and turned from the other to observe the covers of books shelved along otherwise bare walls.

“ Do you mean to accuse me, sir? Of what, might I ask? Does caring for my estate make me less of a man than the one who cares more for a woman? ”

(Source: foreverlostopinion, via neverparted)