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Post by Anne on Sept 23, 2008 0:20:54 GMT -5
"Too much to contemplate, sometimes. The first time I tried to bake a cake I forgot to put in the flower...I was so intent on writing some story in my head..." *Anne shook her redhead ruefully.* "I was in tears by the end...and that was before I'd realized my mistake with the cake!"
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Post by Mr. Darcy on Sept 23, 2008 9:28:25 GMT -5
Darcy looked down, instinctively hiding his smile. Perhaps, somehow, he was afraid of the vulnerability it denoted.
"You cried at your own story?" Georgiana pressed.
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Post by Anne on Sept 23, 2008 12:24:04 GMT -5
"Thirteen year old girls can be susceptible to such things, I hear," *said Anne.*
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Post by Mr. Darcy on Sept 23, 2008 12:30:17 GMT -5
"I once almost cried playing a Chopin nocturne," Georgiana confided with the air of one sharing a great and troubling secret.
((Shuddup, timeline of actual history! I need you not!))
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Post by Anne on Sept 23, 2008 13:07:48 GMT -5
((Oh, please. In canon, Anne's kids should be fighting in a war 100 years ahead of Darcy's time. Which, I was reading that article about how LM Montgomery committed suicide and now I just feel so sad thinking about all the stories and they seem so much darker now that I know she was depressed for most of her adult life.))
*Anne nodded solemnly, not at all condescending, but understanding.*
"Nocturnes are beautiful..."
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Post by Mr. Darcy on Sept 23, 2008 13:15:44 GMT -5
((I know, I know. I just can't ever decide how colliding-canons work, here. I mean, Valmont and Darcy still dress like they normally would in their own time.))
Georgiana smiled shyly, grateful at being understood.
"Thank you for the excellent meal, Miss Cuthbert, Mrs. Lynde," Darcy said graciously. "And Miss Shirley, for the pudding."
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Post by Anne on Sept 23, 2008 15:57:58 GMT -5
((At least the general social mores were more or less consistent and the only problem would be when and where they weren't wearing any clothes.))
*Anne laughed.*
"Davy's keen on learning to make a pudding..."
"That way I could make it for myself, and wouldn't have to ask!" *reasoned Davy, even as Anne graciously gave him a second helping of pudding.*
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Post by Mr. Darcy on Sept 23, 2008 16:17:19 GMT -5
"A fine point, Master Davy," Darcy said gravely. "And then, would you have pudding at every meal?"
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Post by Anne on Sept 23, 2008 16:34:58 GMT -5
"You bet!" *said Davy.*
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Post by Mr. Darcy on Sept 23, 2008 17:37:27 GMT -5
Darcy distinctly remembered a time when he'd manipulated his nurse into letting him have treacle tart for every meal because it was his birthday. This had lasted approximately during breakfast, so Darcy was not worried that he was instilling any lasting bad habits in the boy.
"It seems like rather a lot of work," Darcy continued.
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Post by Anne on Sept 23, 2008 18:14:17 GMT -5
"Anne helps me..." *said Davy, though he had begun to see the cracks in his theories. Certainly making enough plum pudding for a whole day would not TAKE the whole day...would it? He wasn't sure Marilla would let him stop going to school, though, and that left him only his precious free-time, which he had fully intended to use in playing.*
"...perhaps not every meal."
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Post by Mr. Darcy on Sept 23, 2008 18:41:34 GMT -5
Darcy laughed gently.
"Well, when you work it out, let me know."
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Post by Anne on Sept 23, 2008 18:57:32 GMT -5
*Anne smiled introspectively. He had a pleasant laugh--that was a nice surprise.*
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Post by Mr. Darcy on Sept 24, 2008 13:25:44 GMT -5
Darcy looked up, surprised to find the day so far gone. Visits were so often tedious things he could not wait to end--there had been many reasons to wish to flee, today, but boredom had not been one of them.
"I fear we have trespassed on your hospitality long enough for one day, and I have business back at the hotel that I must continue," he said.
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Post by Anne on Sept 28, 2008 11:26:15 GMT -5
"You're welcome back any time, you and your sister, Mr. Darcy. Folks don't much think to visit Green Gables as it's back off the road a ways and perhaps they don't think old maids, children and a widow fine and smart enough company, but we're not lepers and it's real nice of you to come by like this, that's what," *said Rachel firmly.*
"Of course it's been lovely to have such visitors," *said Marilla with a touch more breeding, though she lacked Rachel's open effusiveness.* "We're pretty quiet here most of the time--and now in the fall everyone is so busy with the harvest...well I can only be a poor echo of Rachel agree that you're welcome, any time, Mr. Darcy, Miss Georgiana."
"Will you be long in the country?" *asked Anne.* "How long might your business at the White Sands occupy you both?"
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