#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. ”

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Perhaps she was just blessed living in a home with parents who tolerated each other, even more blessed that one of them desires that she find love. It is a benefit that she knows comes with being in a lower class, as most certainly Mr. Darcy could never be afforded such a luxury. Because that's what it was — a luxury few could afford, no matter how much they wanted it.

“ And what would inspire you to think I'm more versed in the topics of love and marriage than you, Mr. Darcy? ” Elizabeth tilts her head, an eyebrow cocked up as she takes in his steely gaze. What could be going on in that head of his? Was she not as inexperienced as he? Though, she had been the recipient of a few proposals as of late, though they were just that. Proposals. She remained single after them, leaving her with the same amount of knowledge as before. “ You and I both know these topics are foreign to me as an individual. All my experiences stem from my mother and father. ” And Jane and Mr. Bingley, of course, but she's not too keen to bring them up, especially after learning of her current company's involvement with their relationship. “ Unless you think I'm missing something? ”

‘ if agreeableness were the sole factor in love,    then it would be so,    but you know that’s not right,    miss elizabeth.   ’ he doesn’t believe himself to be so,    but he must first deny her any option of being right.   no,    the master of pemberley is not as acerbic towards elizabeth´s sensibilities as he once was    (    or perhaps he is more now,    out of pure gutting longing he cannot confess to himself    )    but he cannot spare her entirely.   he is no simple man,    and vulnerability will be met with his pride right after.       

he sits properly,    eyes trailed away from her,    to the window,    where distant greenery spares him from her smiles and eyes.       are they friends    ?    the idea is warmly welcomed,    until it makes him feel cold.    he wish he understood himself well enough to know why. 

‘ perhaps i have not.    it is inconsequential.   love and marriage are not tied to another.   despite what our current thinkers theorize.   you must know this better than me,    ’ from under his brow,    his cold eyes twist sharply towards her,    in his periphery,    not shifting the direction of his disinterested jaw.   ‘ do you not,  miss elizabeth    ?    ’