Post by Brokenhearts on Sept 26, 2006 18:12:45 GMT -5
i have 2 give it in on the 27th- so i jst wanna see wat u think about it 
and yes- i am aware that its incredibly CHEESEY!!!
“Elizabeth, can I uh-” he started, he looked round, almost surprised at who was around them. Elizabeth blinked in surprise at him. He pulled his eyes away from her and looked mrs Bennett. “Mrs Bennett, I hope you do not mind if I speak to your daughter… in uh… private?” He seemed to almost flush, as his eyes flicked back towards Elizabeth as she skimmed through her book.
Mrs Bennett's eye darted between the two of them, almost half in worry. Their argument the day before had not been a private affair. It was almost inevitable that they would eventually have to talk.
“Of coarse, of coarse,” dismissed mrs Bennett, “I’m sure Elizabeth would be very happy to.” Elizabeth's skin simply took a red hue as she bent closer to her book. “Come kitty you’re need upstairs.”
“But mama!” started Elizabeth, avoiding eye contact with him, getting up suddenly, “I beg you- please don’t go-”
“You will stay, Lizzy, to hear what this young man has to say to you.” The firm tone and expression said it all. There was to be no arguing.
Elizabeth’s neck bent in submission, nodding, sitting back down.
As Mrs Bennett and Kitty left the room, he watched them leave till the door was closed. Then he turned to Elizabeth. He took a deep breath as if to prepare himself.
“I understand, miss Elizabeth,” he said, his voice quiet, his eyes not quite meeting her’s, “why you don’t want to talk to me. For that I am truly sorry. I never ment to- I did not mean to-” he shook his head, and seemed to sigh. He looked up again, holding her gaze. “What I am trying to say is that I’m so very sorry for our misunderstanding yesterday. I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“Apology accept,” Elizabeth responded graciously, nodding her head in return.
“I… do not understand how such a good conversation could have turned so… horrid.”
A smile escaped Elizabeth's blank expression. “I understand not either,” she told him calmly, “though it was indeed a very heated discussion.”
He smiled at her in reply. A change came over his face. The smile slipped off slowly, replaced by an intense stare that scared her almost. Elizabeth replied it with a slight frown. In a swift movement, he was in front of her, on a knee, her hands in his.
“Please sir!” she cried out, “what is the meaning of this?!”
“I do not know,” he said honestly, “I do not know. I do not understand. I know this though- Elizabeth, the only reason I argue with you is because you… you make me disorientated! You confuse me! You make me feel things that I never… I never thought a woman could!” His breathing and speech was rapid and urgent. His eyes never left hers. His excitement was almost catching and Elizabeth found herself holding onto him as well. “You’re just so… so different! You’re so beautiful… so elegant… so…” he shook his head. “You always draw my eyes to you across the room! No matter who you are with.” Her blush returned with more vigour and she almost looked away. “You’re funny, and witty- you always know just what to say! Your opinions are always known! I’ve never known another woman to be able to do so- with such… such… confidence!” He paused as though trying to gather his thoughts. “See!” he cried out, “this is what you do to me! I talk so fast I don’t know how to finish it. It’s all because of you…” he sighed studying her eyes and face. Then almost on impulse he stood up and drew her to her feet. “Elizabeth,” he said breathlessly, “marry me Elizabeth!”
“Sir-”
He shook his head, looking away. “I know I am probably not worth your hand in any which way… but I love you…” his eyes snapped up to meet hers. “I love you Elizabeth! I love you. I love saying your name. I love what to do with me! You make me so happy! I just…” he coloured very slightly. “I just hope I make you as happy as you make me.” He paused taking a deep shaky breath. “I love you Elizabeth, because of your vivacity and confidence. Because you stand out. Because you make me feel so… so… alive! If you say yes to me, if you would marry me, I know I would not be worthy of it… I’m by no means worthy of you! But… I would be the happiest man alive!” He held her hands closer to him, eyes boring into her’s, almost trying to read the answer in her face. “What is it Elizabeth? Do you love me too? Will you marry me?”
and yes- i am aware that its incredibly CHEESEY!!! “Elizabeth, can I uh-” he started, he looked round, almost surprised at who was around them. Elizabeth blinked in surprise at him. He pulled his eyes away from her and looked mrs Bennett. “Mrs Bennett, I hope you do not mind if I speak to your daughter… in uh… private?” He seemed to almost flush, as his eyes flicked back towards Elizabeth as she skimmed through her book.
Mrs Bennett's eye darted between the two of them, almost half in worry. Their argument the day before had not been a private affair. It was almost inevitable that they would eventually have to talk.
“Of coarse, of coarse,” dismissed mrs Bennett, “I’m sure Elizabeth would be very happy to.” Elizabeth's skin simply took a red hue as she bent closer to her book. “Come kitty you’re need upstairs.”
“But mama!” started Elizabeth, avoiding eye contact with him, getting up suddenly, “I beg you- please don’t go-”
“You will stay, Lizzy, to hear what this young man has to say to you.” The firm tone and expression said it all. There was to be no arguing.
Elizabeth’s neck bent in submission, nodding, sitting back down.
As Mrs Bennett and Kitty left the room, he watched them leave till the door was closed. Then he turned to Elizabeth. He took a deep breath as if to prepare himself.
“I understand, miss Elizabeth,” he said, his voice quiet, his eyes not quite meeting her’s, “why you don’t want to talk to me. For that I am truly sorry. I never ment to- I did not mean to-” he shook his head, and seemed to sigh. He looked up again, holding her gaze. “What I am trying to say is that I’m so very sorry for our misunderstanding yesterday. I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“Apology accept,” Elizabeth responded graciously, nodding her head in return.
“I… do not understand how such a good conversation could have turned so… horrid.”
A smile escaped Elizabeth's blank expression. “I understand not either,” she told him calmly, “though it was indeed a very heated discussion.”
He smiled at her in reply. A change came over his face. The smile slipped off slowly, replaced by an intense stare that scared her almost. Elizabeth replied it with a slight frown. In a swift movement, he was in front of her, on a knee, her hands in his.
“Please sir!” she cried out, “what is the meaning of this?!”
“I do not know,” he said honestly, “I do not know. I do not understand. I know this though- Elizabeth, the only reason I argue with you is because you… you make me disorientated! You confuse me! You make me feel things that I never… I never thought a woman could!” His breathing and speech was rapid and urgent. His eyes never left hers. His excitement was almost catching and Elizabeth found herself holding onto him as well. “You’re just so… so different! You’re so beautiful… so elegant… so…” he shook his head. “You always draw my eyes to you across the room! No matter who you are with.” Her blush returned with more vigour and she almost looked away. “You’re funny, and witty- you always know just what to say! Your opinions are always known! I’ve never known another woman to be able to do so- with such… such… confidence!” He paused as though trying to gather his thoughts. “See!” he cried out, “this is what you do to me! I talk so fast I don’t know how to finish it. It’s all because of you…” he sighed studying her eyes and face. Then almost on impulse he stood up and drew her to her feet. “Elizabeth,” he said breathlessly, “marry me Elizabeth!”
“Sir-”
He shook his head, looking away. “I know I am probably not worth your hand in any which way… but I love you…” his eyes snapped up to meet hers. “I love you Elizabeth! I love you. I love saying your name. I love what to do with me! You make me so happy! I just…” he coloured very slightly. “I just hope I make you as happy as you make me.” He paused taking a deep shaky breath. “I love you Elizabeth, because of your vivacity and confidence. Because you stand out. Because you make me feel so… so… alive! If you say yes to me, if you would marry me, I know I would not be worthy of it… I’m by no means worthy of you! But… I would be the happiest man alive!” He held her hands closer to him, eyes boring into her’s, almost trying to read the answer in her face. “What is it Elizabeth? Do you love me too? Will you marry me?”
