lizzie bennet is quite prolific (thisismylife) wrote in welcomethreads, @ 2013-08-16 02:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | lizzie bennet, william darcy |
Who: Lizzie Bennet and William Darcy.
What: Dizzie.
Where: Darcy's apartment.
When: Evening.
Rating: D for Dizzie.
Status: In progress.
Things had been awkward with Will since they had gotten to Storybrooke. It wasn't that they weren't still happy and very much in love. They were. They really were. It was kind of sickening sometimes, apparently. But it had definitely been awkward since Darcy had admitted he'd proposed marriage, in his boxers, and they realized they were from a year apart. Lizzie had wanted to fix it, but the fact was that she just wasn't ready for marriage. Or she hadn't been then. But they'd been here a month and learned they were fictional and everything had just changed. Lydia was gone, and it still hurt to miss her baby sister so much. The idea that she could lose Will too just made her feel sick inside. What if she woke up one day and he was gone? What if they never had a chance because they were separated by worlds? The idea of not being with him wasn't something she even wanted to think about.
Which brought her here. Standing outside his door with her fist raised to knock. She just had to move her hand and hit the door and few times and he'd answer and they'd have a mature discussion about the subject he'd been trying to laugh off for the past five weeks. They'd ultimately decide, between the two of them, what they wanted to do, and they'd do it. They were good at that. It would be good. That decided, she knocked on the door and waited. Then it opened and words were coming out before she could stop them or even think about what she was saying. "I don't want to wake up and find out you're not here," she said in a rush. "I don't want to realize I wasted time and that suddenly you're just gone and there's nothing I can do about it because magic and portals are suddenly things in our lives. I know it's weird that you're from the future and I'm not and I get that. And I know you don't want to admit you were serious about the marriage thing and yeah it weirded me out because holy hell. But I'm in love with you. I am so in love with you. And I don't want to regret letting my hangups get in the way of this. So you should marry me, William Darcy. Because I think I'd be awesome at being married to you. I would marry the hell out of you. So...yeah. I...marry me?"
She stopped. She realized, in retrospect, that just word vomiting in the hallway probably wasn't the best way to do this. Also, she probably should have made sure it was actually him first, and not Gigi or something.