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storypaint) wrote2010-07-16 12:55 pm
storypaint) wrote2010-07-16 12:55 pm
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[Pride and Prejudice and Zombies] the carriage held but just ourselves (Elizabeth/Darcy)
Title: the carriage held but just ourselves
Fandom: Pride and Prejudice and Zombies
Length: 178 words
Prompt: Awesome Ladies Ficathon: Pride and Prejudice and Zombies - Elizabeth [/Darcy] - we'll remember this when we are old and ancient/though the specifics might be vague
Pairing: Elizabeth/Darcy
Other: PG-ish for bloody imagery in the vein of the book.
Excerpt: She's killed thousands of unmentionables; she can't even count them anymore. Her dreams are full of gore and stink and anger.
She's killed thousands of unmentionables; she can't even count them anymore. Her dreams are full of gore and stink and anger - how dare you invade my life and make it into this? Who would I have been without a knife at hand?
But then again, perhaps she wouldn't have met Darcy at all, and his saber crossed with hers feels perfect. Maybe, she hopes, she will live to be old and gray, to tell the stories to the next generation and teach them her techniques. Her middle will thicken, her eyesight dim, and Darcy will kill her before he lets her rise as one of the stricken, or perhaps it will be her dagger at his neck. She will trust him utterly to do what is necessary; that's love.
There's blood splattered across her wedding dress and she lets it dry before she stores it away. She won't forget this day, even if the decaying faces blur together later.
A wedding day is, after all, the most joyous occasion in a young lady's life.
Fandom: Pride and Prejudice and Zombies
Length: 178 words
Prompt: Awesome Ladies Ficathon: Pride and Prejudice and Zombies - Elizabeth [/Darcy] - we'll remember this when we are old and ancient/though the specifics might be vague
Pairing: Elizabeth/Darcy
Other: PG-ish for bloody imagery in the vein of the book.
Excerpt: She's killed thousands of unmentionables; she can't even count them anymore. Her dreams are full of gore and stink and anger.
She's killed thousands of unmentionables; she can't even count them anymore. Her dreams are full of gore and stink and anger - how dare you invade my life and make it into this? Who would I have been without a knife at hand?
But then again, perhaps she wouldn't have met Darcy at all, and his saber crossed with hers feels perfect. Maybe, she hopes, she will live to be old and gray, to tell the stories to the next generation and teach them her techniques. Her middle will thicken, her eyesight dim, and Darcy will kill her before he lets her rise as one of the stricken, or perhaps it will be her dagger at his neck. She will trust him utterly to do what is necessary; that's love.
There's blood splattered across her wedding dress and she lets it dry before she stores it away. She won't forget this day, even if the decaying faces blur together later.
A wedding day is, after all, the most joyous occasion in a young lady's life.
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I think mostly pleasant wedding days are the most joyous occasions in young ladies' lives.