#dearest sister.

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Death Comes To Pemberley (2013)

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𝒟𝓇𝒶𝒷𝒷𝓁𝑒 → 𝖳𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. Content Warning: Mentions of death & grief.

Travelling from Pemberley to Rosings had at first been an attempted distraction from the inevitable. It had become quite the counterintuitive thing, however, for Lady Catherine had scarcely spoken a word if it was not to immediately call to memory the failing health of young Mr. Darcy and his fledgling sister’s father. Fitzwilliam had already begun the process of mourning early, bracing himself for the time in which they would be called to Master Darcy’s bed to bid their final farewells.

Having lost his mother, he believed himself, perhaps naively, to be more equipped to handle the loss of another parent. Meanwhile, Georgiana had been kept more or less unaware of the true severity of Master Darcy’s questionable state. To lose her mother before she’d ever been given the chance of knowing her was one thing, but to lose a father, the only begetter she’d ever known? Fitzwilliam took great caution when addressing the subject, but in the fine drawing rooms of Rosings Park, he’d never been more at risk of losing his composure.

The moment Lady Catherine had began to so brazenly discussed entailments without any concessions made for her nephew and niece’s present concern, Fitzwilliam had whisked his sister away into the gardens for some fresh air and peace from their aunt’s near complete disregard for the melancholies that they had travelled over one hundred miles to escape. Or rather, at the request of their most excellent father, and for reasons that Fitzwilliam did not quite understand.

"How fortunate you are, Georgiana, that Pemberley will be entailed to you if something were to happen to your brother after the passing of your father—"

Miss Darcy had made her attempt to reckon with death as much as she could without quite grasping the weight of it, at least when it came to her mother and father. Yet she had never considered, as it seemed to be a complete impossibility, that one day she might very well have to say goodbye to her most dear brother. She did not care for fortune or for land; for what would any of it be worth if she did not have Fitzwilliam to share it with? These contemplations loomed above her like a heavy storm cloud, and it had not escaped her sibling’s notice.

"Do not allow our aunt’s speeches to occupy your thoughts, Georgiana. We both know that she does a great deal of talking without any forethought for the feelings or opinions of others." Fitzwilliam began, drawing the young girl to his side, resting his arm around her shoulder as they strolled. Though it was not typical for him to speak without grace towards their nearest relations, the current climate of his temper was not feeling so charitable to those who caused yet unnecessary grief or pain. Especially to a sweet and delicate child who was but eleven years old.

"But it’s true, isn’t it brother? That something could happen to you?" While Georgiana could not define the ’something’, it was clear to her that it was not ’something’ that she should hope or wish for, even in light of all that she stood to gain should both her father and brother leave for heaven. She looked up, seeing the wheels turning in Fitzwilliam’s mind and shook her head quickly. "No, no. Nevermind! Please do not answer that, I do not want to think on it..."

With a grimace, Fitzwilliam kept mute for a moment, for he would not have known what to say had she prompted him further. Indeed it was true, but that did not mean that he would not take every precaution in maintaining good health and fine principals to preserve and prolong his own life for the sake of serving his sister until she could reasonably come to terms with such brutal facts of life. The same way their most excellent father had done for him, knowing that the day he passed, so much weight would be placed upon his son’s shoulders that there would be little time at all for mourning.

"There is no right or wrong way to feel what you endure at this very moment." He finally broke his silence, pausing in stride to turn and face the younger Darcy. "But we are here together, and our bond remains, and will remain no matter takes place. That is what is most important. That is what we can hold on to even when everything else threatens to overwhelm us. Do you understand?" With a tilt of his head, he gently searched her eyes for some indication as to her willingness to accept the advice that he offered. As ill-prepared as it was.

It was then that she lunged into him, latching her arms around his waist while burying her face into his shirt. As she had done so many times before. Fitzwilliam returned the gesture with all sincerity, allowing her to linger for as long as she found it necessary to lighten the load of her troubles. When she lifted her head, she did offer the faintest of smiles before slowly peeling herself away from him. "You are so wise, brother. I could never be so."

"But you are already, sister. Now..." With a look in the direction of a small settlement of tries that grouped together in a semi-dense wood, he instructed her with a gesture of hands. "Go fetch us two sticks about, let’s say... this long. Go on." The directive had clearly given her enough curiosity that she grabbed at the bell of her dress to lift and jog towards the very wood in which he had pointed out to her. It was only when she had found the two sticks, correct in length, that she returned to him. "Like these?" She asked, eyes glowing with the hopes of approval.

"Perfect. Here, you take one." Fitzwilliam nodded, claiming the other and stepping a few paces away to set his stance. Georgiana realized rather quickly what was to take place, and mimicked her brother with a wide grin. Her sadnesses gradually fading into the back of her mind; forgotten, at least for the time being. Fencing was not for refined young ladies, and yet she had always enjoyed watching him in a gentleman’s duel. "Shake my hand. — En garde. Feet further apart, my darling. Yes, wonderful—"

What had begun as a proper tutorial had devolved within a matter of minutes to a game of chase about Rosings’ back garden. It had been the wild laughter of Miss Darcy that had alerted Lady Catherine enough to be drawn towards the window to see what was the matter. Indeed, she was quite shocked by the sight of Georgiana circling a shrub after Darcy had cleared it with a wide leap, she made haste down the stairs, panting wildly as she did. Even with strained lungs did she manage to claim the attentions of both with a great shout from the door.

"Georgiana Darcy! It is most improper for a ladies to behave as you have displayed in my garden!" No criticism of young Mr. Darcy’s behavior, as was completely unsurprising. Men could do whatever they pleased. "I command you, come inside at once, I desire to have you play the pianoforte! It is my particular wish!" With a wide flare of her nostrils, the Lady turned back to enter the great house. Meanwhile, the Darcy’s stood side by side, awaiting the moment that their aunt disappeared.

At last, Georgiana looked in the direction of her brother with a brow fixed in disappointment. As much as she enjoyed playing the pianoforte, she was not so keen on playing for Lady Catherine as she was in spending such a beautiful day outdoors with her brother. Fitzwilliam offered her a rather sympathetic expression, though it did not linger for long. A sly grin had soon enough taken its place before his stick lightly swatted her on the back of the thigh. With that, their game of chase commenced without care for the consequences. Or rather, the many, many words of their Aunt after they had both elected to ignore her interruption.

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It seems whenever I visit your dear little blog,it seems to be evolving every single time,dearest brother. But it looks good as ever. I just came to tell you that I will be taking a break. A long break. An indefinite break. I just feel very tired,my dearest brother. Both physically and mentally so I think it is about time that I take a break to get myself together. Never forget to take good care of yourself. And drink blood when you need to,darn it. Don't make me come after you. I love you too.

Oh goodness, you know I was beginning to wonder where you had run off to. Ah, I thank you for that, really and I should wiggle a finger at you for visiting without saying hello. Mm, an indefinite break? Well, I would ask what is wrong and such, but you know that you are free to come in here and talk to me about anything, if ever you need someone to rant to, whatever the reason may be.

Nevertheless, do take care while on your break, make sure you are getting plenty of rest. I will not be going anywhere anytime soon, so you'll be sure to come back to me still being here. I shall and shh, that just once. Though would it be bad to mention I haven't fed in... A while to say the least. *coughs* Don't worry much about me, dearest sister. Yes, yes, you as well.