#Areito ft. Fitzwilliam Darcy.

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i have never believed i'm fit to be loved by any person. for lizzie and darcy

Going from hatred to tolerance was such an odd feeling, especially when it came to Darcy — but the way her feelings had changed over the course of mere days was something she'd be analyzing for weeks to come. Even now, as they sit together in his drawing room, she finds herself content in his company.

What a peculiar statement. Perhaps he feels emboldened by what they'd gone through together in the past, a particular proposal coming into to mind as Elizabeth carefully decides what to say in response. Perhaps she wouldn't be so careful were she not in his rather impressive estate. “ You say that as though you're not so very agreeable, sir. ” She gives him a smirk, hands clasped in her lap. “ Perhaps you just haven't met the right person. ” Elizabeth adds, and she feels an odd feeling in the pit of her stomach. Surely, that person is not her — right? “ You don't strike me as the type of person who gives up so easily, Mister Darcy, even in something so silly as love. ”