Why is it that, when I imagine them reuniting, I hear the music from Pride and Prejudice in the background when Mr Darcy is walking across the foggy field against the morning light to meet Elizabeth…? Seriously, the claws you have sunk into me with this story…
hey anon, what's it like living in my brain??? i feel like it has to be very cluttered and noisy up there.
lol, i'm so tempted to share the playlist i have for this fic. it's the one i listen to when i'm trying to power through editing (like right now). 'cause you know what's on it? "Your Hands Are Cold" from the Pride and Prejudice 2005 soundtrack. XD
anyways, i'm sorry about the claws, but hey, part 15 is going up tonight, so you'll have more at least?
thank you so much for the comment! <3














