MY FEELINGS are not puffed about with every attempt to move them. MY TEMPER would perhaps be called resentful. MY GOOD OPINION once lost is LOST FOREVER.
INDEPENDENT / HIGHLY SELECTIVE / PRIVATE / OC FRIENDLY PRIDEFUL, a roleplay blog for MR. FITZWILLIAM DARCY, a character from JANE AUSTEN'S PRIDE & PREJUDICE, written by KAYLA
❝ Beyond my lack of pregnancy or your choice in marrying me at the expense of her daughter’s expected arrangement? I haven’t the smallest idea. ❞
It was no secret that the Lady de Bourgh disliked Elizabeth, considering her marriage to the woman’s nephew so quickly on the heels of an argument over him with her, there were precious few other opinions his aunt would have had. And while this should not have bothered her, some little bit of it made her bitter, especially when he chose not to come to her defense as was the case much too often.
The only advantage to the Lady’s summoning was she would be able to see her dear friend Charlotte at dinner and might be able to steal her away for a moment or two to properly greet her the way an old friend should.
Oh! His wretched aunt! He detested, most resolutely, how the old bat treated his Lizzie. That she would so blatantly… It mattered not. None could change her, not even those of her relation. It would not do to attempt it. Apropos of this, it pained him to see how Lady de Bourgh would find fault in anything that his wife seemed to do – minuscule or otherwise.
Darcy’s hands ran the length of Elizabeth’s arms, twice before taking up her hands and holding them tightly. “ I held no connection with Anne de Bourgh. None of merit.” A smile was offered, though his eyes held a depth of sadness that drained. “ Our lack of a child so far is none but our own concern. And I will not have it plague you so. I love you. If I have only the company of my sister and wife for the rest of my days, I will be most pleased. It is more than what I have come to deserve.”
When she took her hand away he stood with an immediate urgency that spoke to the inadvertence to his harsh attitude. They were both prideful, that was their folly and she supposed why neither of them would ever be bored ever again; they had the other to argue with. And while words were her territory, actions were his, he grasped her hand to press a kiss to her knuckles and she knew then she would forgive him.
Her name fell from his lips and her grin widened before he offered answer to the proposal she’d made him.
❝ I shall be truly surprised if you ever disobey me again. ❞ She laughed.
Her laughter was enough to see to the ghost of his previous smile’s appearance once again. Possessed suddenly with a passion only his wife could invoke, he rounded his desk to gather her into his arms. He marvelled at his ability to do so, at her permission and his freedom now that she was his. The thought provoked him enough to lean down to steal a kiss from her, to steal the smile and widen his own further.
“ I am the master of Pemberley, but you, my love, are the master of me. Should you repeat this confession, I will, naturally, extinguish the accusations readily.”
At the change in him her smile dampened and pressed her lips together tightly before she managed a gentle laugh.
❝ Well it seems not even my humor can distract you from your duties, I suppose I have no choice then ❞ The Lade de Bourgh may have been a hag of a woman in her opinion but he wished her respect so his wife complied, biting down the various irritations that the woman would no doubt raise in her before the visit was over.
❝ I’ll just have you make up for her transgressions against me once she’s set on her way home. ❞ Her smile quirked once more as she attempted to salvage the situation from her misdirected disrespect.
Upon their marriage, he had tried very hard to become a man that his wife could be proud to call hers. That he still struggled with his pride, with his inability to stray from the cold countenance he so often exhibited, showed only that he was a fool. Her hand was quickly took up and he stood so to better lift it to his lips in apology. Actions, he found, were better suited to his needs and he pleaded with his eyes.
“ Elizabeth,” he murmured against the sharp press of her knuckles at his mouth. Her implications were not so ignored, however, as the pull of his wife was ever present for him. And she would tease him so! She knew, by now, her hold on him, how he absolutely desired her. He coloured. “ Is that so, Mrs. Darcy? I do hope she will be supremely vicious this evening, if that is the case.” And he grinned.
His grin infected her, small as it was and she could’t stop her own from blossoming onto her lips.
❝ I assume she believes it to be all my doing. ❞ Her admission was one that she was sure they both knew well, his aunt far from liked her and given that she’d accepted his offer of marriage the morning after her row with the woman it was in the very least understandable from where the old woman sat. The crone thought herself jilted–as though the man before her held no choice in the matter–and had far from made her opinion known, if only to Elizabeth herself.
Of course, she wouldn’t dare offer such crass accusations to her nephew, and Lizzie supposed that the baroness believed she wouldn’t tell him of what she so often said. But she had, and now it was far too amusing to the both of them.
❝ Though if she is so disappointed, it would give us the opportunity to avoid her invitation all together… ❞
What had once been a smile quickly slipped from his face, placed instead with a stern expression. Thick brows pull together for a moment and his lips draw downward with something of a scowl. He had been ready to laugh at her first statement! It seemed, though, that it would not come to pass. It was true that Lady de Bourgh laid the blame solely at Mrs. Darcy’s feet. But surely it no longer hurt his Elizabeth when so many of his acquaintances more than made up for the approval of his incorrigible aunt.
Still, he found that he had to jump to the defense of her.
“ You know just as well, Elizabeth, that we must welcome her here.”
Holding the disaster that someone somewhere had the misfortune of calling a dress aloft until he spoke, she draped it over the sofa and paced towards him. Fine fingers landed on the polished surface of his desk as she leaned on it, fighting down a smirk as she spoke.
❝ I am sure I quite thoroughly disappointed her already when I accepted your proposal of marriage. ❞ Was her only retort and it was an accurate one.
His lips curve; it would be missed by anyone not in his relation, but his wife was sure to notice as she was the source of such good humour. His hand extends to hers, fingers stroking over the back of her knuckles gently, and the bright of his eyes spark with amusement.
“ Do you assume, then, that she must be thoroughly disappointed with her nephew? Surely it is so, as the idea was mine alone.”
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full name: fitzwilliam henry darcy. nickname: darcy. william. age: 28. ethnicity: caucasian human. gender: male. romantic orientation: heteroromantic.sexual orientation: heterosexual.religion: christian.spoken languages: english, french, some italian, minimal latin.
current living conditions: pemberley estate.occupation: master of the house pemberley.
eye colour: brown. hair colour: brown. height: 6'3. body build: fit. tattoos/piercings + scars: bite marks on his hand from his childhood pet, dover. notable physical traits: imposing height, messy dark hair, sad eyes, always frowning.
phobias: public speaking, disappointing loved ones, letting down his father, not being good enough. mental disorders: none that have been diagnosed. ( asperger syndrome ) when was this diagnosed?: n/a.
intelligence: exceptional. likes: reading, walking around the grounds of pemberley, keeping busy, the extensive library in his home, horseback riding, listening to georgiana play the pianoforte, the proud smile of his father, the sunshining on the english countryside, talking to his staff, elizabeth bennet, the company of charles bingley and colonel fitzwilliam, his mother's singing voice, & more. dislikes: george wickham, balls or other social events, talking to people, public speaking, when georgiana cries, elizabeth bennet's hatred, & more. disposition: fidgeting, hands clasped together, frowning often. extras: none.
At the first glimpse of dawn, he is out of bed and calling for Thomas to help him dress and ready for the day. his tea is served steaming and with cream only, the handful of biscuits left untouched as he plans out his day ( but it is almost always the same ). first, he heads out to the stables for his early morning ride. erasmus, his trusty stead, is prepped and ready, and he pats the stable boy, ceril, on the head gratefully before climbing up. and off he goes.
when he returns, he finds that his sister is tending to her correspondence in her sitting room, so he retires to his own to do the same. when a health issue arises with one of the older butlers and Thomas comes running, he leaps into action. swift orders to call for the doctor are given as he crosses in long strides to attend to the member of his staff.
lunch is missed, much to the chagrin of his cook and Thomas, but he keeps to his butler, Percy's, side. and, finally, when the doctor has cleared his patient and leaves, the master of the house rises and retires to his sitting room to work on the finances.
when dinner finally rolls around, it is his sister who fetches him and he cannot deny her if he tried. and, full, they go to the drawing room and georgiana plays half a dozen pieces for the staff and her brother. their applause is loud and given without hesitance. and he thinks, as he ushers everyone to bed after, that he could not be more blessed. tomorrow must be just as grand.
2005 FILM & BOOK INSPIRED. This verse revolves around both the book and 2005 film. Mr. Darcy will recognize all canon characters. He may or may not be in love with Elizabeth Bennet, dependent on the thread.
PRE-CANON. This verse will take place prior to the book and the films. All interactions with Darcy can take place when he is any age before 28. Please note that while his father is alive, he is not "Mr. Darcy", but "Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy" or simply "Mr. Fitzwilliam".
POST-CANON. Takes place any time following Darcy's start at courting Miss Elizabeth Bennet. Any interactions in this verse will be purely platonic unless with an Elizabeth muse.
