Mansfield Park by Jane Austen
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Mansfield Park by Jane Austen
Fanny/Edmund, Fanny/Mary
PG
Was it inevitable that Fanny, being Fanny, would love where Edmund did? And yet she did not love as he did. For Fanny - being Fanny - walked clear-eyes into love as she did into all things. She knew Mary's faults and would not - could not - deny them, for Edmund's sake or her own. All the signs that showed Mary to be a careless friend, and worse, immoral in her thinking, stood still clear despite Fanny's love.
She loved Mary - she loved Edmund - she loved Mary. But she saw them both - manipulative and weak - for what they were. There could be no hiding behind excuses in Fanny's mind, Fanny's heart.
Mary was never hers to have - but if she had been, Fanny could have lived with her no more than with her brother Henry, Fanny's avowed lover. Bleakly she saw the world in black and white, not the spinning, dazzling multicolour that came so clearly to the Crawfords. There was right and there was wrong: morality and immorality. Pleasure would never be more important than principles.
She loved Edmund the more for the generous heart which saw good intention behind all that Mary did. Loved, yet despised his weakness. But weakness was forgiveable where immorality was not.
The name of Mary was never mentioned between the pair when they married. Edmund felt a touch of pain at the thought of her; and never realised that - as in all other things - Fanny also felt the same.
fandom 11
Mansfield Park by Jane Austen
Fanny/Edmund, Fanny/Mary
PG
Was it inevitable that Fanny, being Fanny, would love where Edmund did? And yet she did not love as he did. For Fanny - being Fanny - walked clear-eyes into love as she did into all things. She knew Mary's faults and would not - could not - deny them, for Edmund's sake or her own. All the signs that showed Mary to be a careless friend, and worse, immoral in her thinking, stood still clear despite Fanny's love.
She loved Mary - she loved Edmund - she loved Mary. But she saw them both - manipulative and weak - for what they were. There could be no hiding behind excuses in Fanny's mind, Fanny's heart.
Mary was never hers to have - but if she had been, Fanny could have lived with her no more than with her brother Henry, Fanny's avowed lover. Bleakly she saw the world in black and white, not the spinning, dazzling multicolour that came so clearly to the Crawfords. There was right and there was wrong: morality and immorality. Pleasure would never be more important than principles.
She loved Edmund the more for the generous heart which saw good intention behind all that Mary did. Loved, yet despised his weakness. But weakness was forgiveable where immorality was not.
The name of Mary was never mentioned between the pair when they married. Edmund felt a touch of pain at the thought of her; and never realised that - as in all other things - Fanny also felt the same.