thank you @becausebuckley for the tag! <3 we're actually making headway on p&p buddie au, here's one of my favorite scenes because it's featuring awkward pining dumbass mr. darcy DIAZ
“Mr. Panikkar must be pleased, certainly, to still be so close to his parents and friends,” Mr. Diaz said as his eyes kept glancing around the room, as if unsettled, and Buck raised his eyebrows.
“Close? Sir, we are fifty miles from Longbourn at best, that is certainly a great journey to undertake,” Buck countered, and watched as Mr. Diaz’s lips pushed at a pout for a moment as he thought. It made his mouth seem lush, full, drawing even more attention to his perfectly cut moustache.
“Well, that’s barely a day’s ride.”
“For you, it may not be considered any distance at all. For others, with less frequent travels across the country, perhaps not so.”
Mr. Diaz scoffed, though it didn’t appear unkind or mocking. It seemed arrogant, most definitely, but also alive, burning with life as he finally moved closer into the room, as if energized by Buck’s argument.
“You are attached, sir. Anything outside of Longbourn might be considered by you a great journey to undertake.” There’s almost a teasing tone to his voice, laced with something else, something intense and deeper that makes Buck squirm.
“Can you fault someone for being attached to their home, Mr. Diaz?”
“But what of marriage! You – you cannot have a right to such strong local attachments to Longbourn. You –” Mr. Diaz stepped closer again, as if pulled on an invisible string from his chest as he gets louder and more impassioned, and Buck’s mouth drops opens at the fervency he sees in the man’s eyes. “You cannot have always been at Longbourn. You cannot always wish to stay there.”
His eyes, swimming in emotion, makes Buck’s breath catch in his throat, and he blindingly understands, just for a moment, why Miss Marisol stares so much at Mr. Diaz. It’s his eyes. They’re so much, all at once, and it reminds Buck of the woods by his home that he grew up wandering in, or the coffee he drinks each morning.
It appears the spell over Mr. Diaz breaks in Buck's silence, and he retreats to his usual taciturn shell, and Buck looks away, lost for a moment.
“I couldn’t say, Mr. Diaz. I only wish to have a home to return to each day, where I am happy. Loved. Surely you understand that?”
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