P&P drabbles -- 1
Not long ago, I challenged myself to write a drabble for each of my P&P stories. The idea was to kick-start me into writing - I'm not sure how successful that was. Anyway, I did write one for each of my first nine fics.
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Story: LEFT TO FOLLOW
Characters: Lady Anne Darcy, Lady Catherine de Bourgh, Sir Lewis de Bourgh, Lord ----, Mr Darcy
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Anne loves dancing, almost as much as she loves admiration, so she also loves balls. Hers are always very splendid affairs and everybody who is anybody comes.
Her sister sweeps in, sending Sir Lewis off to fetch a drink, - Anne wishes her spaniel half so obedient as Catherine’s husband. Then they kiss one another’s cheeks and clasp hands. If Anne’s grip is too strong, her eyes too bright, Catherine will never say so. They stand together, talking of ordinary matters, and Catherine looms protectively while Anne sparkles and charms.
Their brother the Earl looks over, catching a burst of familiar wild laughter. He frowns at Catherine - she gives a little half-nod, and he joins them, one sister on each arm. Three pairs of steely eyes reflect off a passing mirror, the room spins around and around, an unsteady Sir Lewis spills wine on his cravat. Anne smacks him with her fan, still laughing.
Mr Darcy, persuading a friend to support his latest philanthrophic endeavour, sees nothing.
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Story: LEFT TO FOLLOW
Characters: Lady Anne Darcy, Lady Catherine de Bourgh, Sir Lewis de Bourgh, Lord ----, Mr Darcy
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Anne loves dancing, almost as much as she loves admiration, so she also loves balls. Hers are always very splendid affairs and everybody who is anybody comes.
Her sister sweeps in, sending Sir Lewis off to fetch a drink, - Anne wishes her spaniel half so obedient as Catherine’s husband. Then they kiss one another’s cheeks and clasp hands. If Anne’s grip is too strong, her eyes too bright, Catherine will never say so. They stand together, talking of ordinary matters, and Catherine looms protectively while Anne sparkles and charms.
Their brother the Earl looks over, catching a burst of familiar wild laughter. He frowns at Catherine - she gives a little half-nod, and he joins them, one sister on each arm. Three pairs of steely eyes reflect off a passing mirror, the room spins around and around, an unsteady Sir Lewis spills wine on his cravat. Anne smacks him with her fan, still laughing.
Mr Darcy, persuading a friend to support his latest philanthrophic endeavour, sees nothing.