[fic] a lucky recollection, it saved (1/3), the lizzie bennet diaries, lizzie/darcy, 6k words

[allthingsholy]

Title: a lucky recollection, it saved
Author: allthingsholy
Fandom: The Lizzie Bennet DiariesWords: 6k this chapter

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[muir_wolf]

Wowwwwwwwwwwwwww. Here is the thing about your writing, generally: it makes me so jealous I could scream and so absolutely in love I could marry you on the spot. Here's the thing about this fic specifically: your characterizations are so beyond perfect and your hand gestures and the way they look at things (and don't look at things) are just so gorgeous that I am actually incapable of explaining how much I love them, but I do do do so very much.

This, right here:

Lizzie had listened to the city, to the sounds that were so different than the ones they’d left at home. She’d wanted to ask about Bing, about how big the other side of Jane’s bed feels when Lizzie isn’t there to fill it. Every day, Lizzie goes into Pemberley and sees happy people at a well run company, the tasteful art in the hallways and Mrs. Reynolds holding the elevator door for her. Lizzie stands at the coffee machine and sees a whole room laughing at something Darcy’s just said. And then she comes home to Jane’s half-filled, still-waiting apartment and Jane’s optimism and Jane’s new strength. Every time Lizzie reads the letter she tries to align the parts of Darcy she sees with the pieces of Darcy she saw, but it’s all round holes and square pegs and nothing gets any clearer at all.

is a thing that makes me simultaneously want to read and write and burn the entire world down, so.

I mean, sometimes I think when I tell you I love your writing you think I'm exaggerating because we're friends, but I really truly terribly love your writing, and I can't wait for more of this. The background on Lizzie and the way you write her relationships (with Jane, with Lydia, with Dr. Gardiner, with Darcy, with the internet) is just. Just so good. Just so so good.

[allthingsholy]

At this point I don't even know what to do to you when you go on like this, except duct tape your mouth shut and rub my face on your face. CAN I GIVE YOU COOKIES? CAN I GIVE YOU HUGS? CAN I LOVE YOU FOREVER? Too late, that last one's already happening. You make me happy that I write and make the deepest, darkest days of writer's block feel a little less dire. I love you so heartily, and admire you so much as a writer and a person and a friend. <3<3<3