Exceptional Talent

Lizzie Goodwin S e v e n t e e n Ravenclaw "It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye" I believe in the good, the inherent good that exists in every person, and above all, I believe in love, like my family has, for centuries before me. A naive thought, but there nonetheless.

[thatgoodwingirl-blog]

“You don’t have to be scared,” He comforted her gently, “You have friends who won’t ever leave you. Ever. And, if you’d let me be your friend, I would never leave you.”

[thatgoodwingirl-blog]

“What if I’m pregnant? What am I going to do then? Many things are happening but I’m sure being a single mother is still... frowned upon.” She spoke calmly, as if she had already come to terms with all the possibilities. “But then, what if I’m not?, What if I want to be?, What if I... want it just because that would mean part of him would always be with me? Is that... is that a dumb thing to want?”

[dxveygudgxon]

“You what?” His eyes widened, “But what do you mean may or may not be? Can’t you just-you know-take a test or something?” Davey cringed slightly.

[thatgoodwingirl-blog]

“I could but... ” She sighed. “I think... I’m just going to wait it out. If by this time next month I’m not uhm, showing signs of not being pregnant, I’m getting tested. He’s just mortified I might be carrying his child, so if I can, I’m going to torture him a little before getting tested. But I have to be honest, I-I’m scared.”

[dxveygudgxon]

“It’s alright if you never get over him. First loves are the worst,” he chuckled, “They never do last, but you can’t always help but think that they just might.” His thumb gently stroked her arm.

Originally posted by passion-of-arts

[thatgoodwingirl-blog]

“It’s... a little bit more difficult than that, Davey.” She started, swallowing, not all too sure if she should tell him what worried her at the moment. Sighing, she thought she had nothing left to lose. “I may or may not be... with child.”

[dxveygudgxon]

“Liz, everybody has their off days. It’s nothing to be sorry for,” He gently grabbed her arm in a meek attempt at comfort, “I’m..I’m just glad you’re over him. Not for me, but for you.”

[thatgoodwingirl-blog]

“Except, those weren’t off days. They were off years. That may be so but I’m still sorry.” She sighed, surprising herself when she leaned into his touch. “I don’t know if I’m over him. I probably never will be but, I don’t know. Something happened, and that thing made me see him under a different light.”

[dxveygudgxon]

Davey frowned, “What for? If it’s for not liking me back, you don’t have to apologize. It’s not your fault, Liz.” He bit his lip when her nickname fell out of his mouth.

[thatgoodwingirl-blog]

“What?” She asked. True, he had been there, but it had been so long ago... Surely he was talking about then, not this exchange. “No, I... Well. I just think I did many dumb things two years ago, and I was... so angry, the anger blinded me. I left out many people that cared for me, I’m saying sorry because you didn’t deserve it.”

[dxveygudgxon]

Davey’s heart sank a little,“Of course. It’s just from a friend who cares very much about you.” He smiled sadly.

Originally posted by theappleisthefruit

[thatgoodwingirl-blog]

She har partially lied when she said she had spent two years all on her own after the relationship with Evan was over. Davey had been there, but... life got in the way. There was no other way of putting it. And the look on his face, along with the possibility of something growing inside her made it clear once again. Life got in the way. “I’m sorry.” She said, for the first time in years. “I am. An awful lot, Davey.”

[dxveygudgxon]

“It is important,” He smiled, “Which is why I want you to have it. You will keep it right?”

Originally posted by roosliketheflower

[thatgoodwingirl-blog]

In normal circumstances, Liz would be running already, and without even looking back either, but this was all coming from Davey. Davey. “I’ll take good care of it, I promise. So... this is just a regular gift, right? Not like... a Valentine’s day gift. Yes?”

[dxveygudgxon]

“Aww, come on,” he gave her little smile, gently pushing her hand back closer to her, “I insist.”

[thatgoodwingirl-blog]

“I... ” She hesitated. Once more looking between him and the bear, not quite knowing if it was the right thing to do to accept the gift or not. Biting her tongue, Liz swallowed, running her thumbs over the bear’s tummy once, twice, before she finally looked up, licking her lips. “Thank you, Davey. Are you sure, though? You grew up with it, I wouldn’t want to take it from you if it’s important.”

[dxveygudgxon]

Davey frowned, confused, “May you what?” He gestured to the stuffed animal,, “You can have this, of course!”

[thatgoodwingirl-blog]

“I just...” She started, trying to make sense of something that wouldn’t sound like she just had come up with. “I just think it kind of looks like you, but no, I mean, I don’t want it.” She explained, holding it between her hands. Did she have something like that when she was little? She couldn’t remember. It was always her broom, her ballerina shoes and her books. “I mean... it’s yours after all.” She went on, holding it out for him to take back.

[dxveygudgxon]

“Oh this?” He chuckled, “I got it from my mum. Couldn’t care enough to buy anything, so just sent me a stuffed animal that was already mine. I used to play with it when I was little.”

Originally posted by mtv

[thatgoodwingirl-blog]

“I know this might seem like a weird question but... that’s the truth? A hundred percent true?” She asked, her eyes lingering on the stuffed animal for a moment, then to his face. “May I?”

[dxveygudgxon]

“Yes, I meant it. And I didn’t get anything for Valentine’s Day. I’m not the romantic type of person.”

Originally posted by odestaholyship

[thatgoodwingirl-blog]

“There aren’t many romantic people left, I’m afraid. I haven’t... haven’t really decided whether or not that’s a bad thing.” She started. “Well, that bear you have there looks like something.”  

[dxveygudgxon]

“Really? A pretty girl like you didn’t get a gift for Valentine’s Day?”

Originally posted by misery-lloves-company

[thatgoodwingirl-blog]

“Pretty...” Wait, what? “Oh, you meant it?”

“... Uhm, I got a few things to worry about, if that counts for something. You look like the type that gets a lot of things for Valentine’s Day... I mean, may-Maybe?”

[dxveygudgxon]

“Happy Valentine’s Day?” Davey managed, holding out the little stuffed bear.

Originally posted by kathrinetorp

[thatgoodwingirl-blog]

“... are you giving that to someone? Because if so, I think they’ll like it. And if someone gave it to you... the envy is real.”

[evanrvsiers-blog]

“ i don’t fucking care about what happened to us in the past, nor do i give a damn about my wrongdoings. “ that one night they were in the pitch he had asked for a clean slate, perhaps, but that didn’t exactly mean evan rosier was asking for her forgiveness. hell be damned and his pride be crushed, he would never utter those words aloud. he might have felt the least bit of guilt but it wasn’t powerful enough to veto his ego. 

and those three words. how evan loathed hearing it.

“ never did i ask you to love me. “ he reminded her in a matter of fact tone. over the years he had done nothing but laugh at women who whispered those sweet nothings to his ear, believing it had an effect on the rosier heir to stay with them. no. love was a weakness. love was a social construct; an ideology supported by those lonely enough to believe they need to depend on another to survive. those weak fools thought wrong. and when lizzie uttered those phrases she used to tell him generously before, a loopsided smirk tugged on his lips. “ look, all i care is that you allow me to meddle for once in your life, if not again— i will not get involved with whatever affairs you have aside from the consultation. “ countless times she did tell him that she loved him, but the question remains, did he ever told her he loved her back? never; not once. 

“ i have the fucking right to get involved, whether you like it or not. you’re not getting rid of me just yet. “

[thatgoodwingirl-blog]

“You didn’t ask, Evan. You demanded it. And you can’t take back what you said before we went to the Quidditch pitch the other night. I don’t think I need to remind you what it was. It might have been all a game, but I was there.” She replied, closing her eyes right afterwards. She suddenly thought of her brother Edward, his dead wife and his unborn child, and her aunt Anneliese and her dead husband... and even centuries before that, when the half-blood Goodwin family was founded. If there was something her family had proved over the years was that love was the greatest strength any of them would be lucky to find. It was difficult for her to understand how someone could see it as anything else when experience and history had always taught her otherwise. Hearing him talk, looking at him, she realized something she probably should’ve a long time ago, something that made him different from the people her family had loved and cherished; Evan Rosier had walked out all on his own. He wasn’t killed, he had no obstacles to do as he wished, he wasn’t ill, he wasn’t taken from her. Her breathing grew shallow as the realization hit her. 

What was hurting so bad wasn’t the fact that she lost him; what was causing the nightmares, her anger, her impotence, her inability to find a way, her need to be invisible... none of that had to do with them not being together. Losing her dignity had been the blow. Now, even less than ever could she allow him to do what he wanted just because of the circumstances, and for the first time since she met him, she allowed herself a selfish act.

This was the first stone.

“No.” Her voice clear and sound.

Her worries remained, because her feelings for him were all there, still there. Probably would linger for a long time still, but now that she knew what the problem was, all she needed to worry about was what was or wasn’t growing inside her womb. “If you want to know. You’re going to have to wait. I don’t bloody care if you don’t think so, you owe me that much. Give me up to this day next month and you’ll know. Heaven forbid I fall down a staircase in the meantime, but that’s that, and it’s not up for discussion.” 

[thatgoodwingirl-blog]

Mr Darcy 'proposing'

Pride and Prejudice (1940): It’s no use. I’ve struggled in vain. I must tell you how much I admire and love you. Miss Elizabeth, my life and happiness are in your hands. These last weeks since I left Netherfield have been empty and meaningless days and nights. I thought I could put you out of my mind, that inclination would give way to judgement. I’ve walked the streets of London reminding myself of the unsuitability of such a marriage. Of the obstacles between us… but it won’t do. I can struggle against you no longer. - I’ve reminded myself again and again that I have obligations of family and position, obligations I was born to. Nothing I tell myself matters. I love you. I love you. - Yes, my darling. I’m asking you to marry me.

Pride and Prejudice (1995): In vain I have struggled, it will not do! My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you… In declaring myself thus I’m fully aware that I will be going expressly against the wishes of my family, my friends, and, I hardly need add, my own better judgement. The relative situation of our families is such that any alliance between us must be regarded as a highly reprehensible connection. Indeed, as a rational man I cannot but regard it as such myself, but it cannot be helped. Almost from the earliest moments of our acquaintance I have come to feel for you a passionate admiration and regard, which despite all my struggles has overcome every rational objection, and I beg you, most fervently, to relieve my suffering and consent to be my wife.

Pride and Prejudice (2003): I find... I find, I find you strangely attractive... You're not the sort of girl I normally go out with - I mean, you're loud, you're disorganized, your friends are an embarrassment. But I like you, I don't know why. Will you... will you... will you have dinner with me tomorrow night?

Bride and Prejudice (2004): Look, Lalita... I love you. And I hated seeing you with Wickham in India. And I tried my hardest to forget you, but I couldn't. I know this sounds totally crazy, my mom's gonna flip out, but I don't want you to leave.

Pride and Prejudice (2005): Miss Elizabeth... I have struggled in vain and I can bear it no longer. These past months have been a torment. I came to Rosings with the single object of seeing you... I had to see you. I have fought against my better judgement, my family's expectations, the inferiority of your birth by rank and circumstance. All these things I am willing to put aside and ask you to end my agony. - I love you. Most ardently. Please do me the honour of accepting my hand.

[evanrvsiers-blog]

“ what’s done is done. you don’t need to lament over it. “ he reminded her, his jaw tensing and his temples throbbing. it was always a hard thing to do to convince her to do otherwise; she had always been far too good for any person in this castle. it once sickened evan, of course. he took delight in mocking that side of her. but now it felt like as though he has to let her know that this has got to stop. “ you can’t expect me not to involve myself, lizzie. not when i know you are potentially carrying my first born.” the slytherin emphasized the last word, the enunciation entirely foreign to him.  “ don’t you get it? whether you like it or not, i am in the perfect capability to involve myself. at least let me accompany you to confirm if whether or not the accusations are correct. “

[thatgoodwingirl-blog]

“Two years, Evan.” She reminded him. “I’ve had to stand not having you for two years. Two years of waking up in the middle of the night because they nightmares were all too real. Two years or breaking down in the quidditch pitch at night, breaking my fingers and screaming at the night sky in hopes that someone, anyone would hear me, help me pick up the pieces. Two years of hoping you’d change your mind... And I had to do that all on my own.” She told him as explicitly as she could, feeling like she’d break her voice any minute and she’d be left unable to keep talking. “What difference does it make if I wait this out for a few more weeks, again, on my own?” Running her fingers through her hair, she took off her glasses and fixed her blue, begging eyes on his own. 

“I love you. I’m angry, I’m terrified and the only thing that remains as clear as the first time you ran into me is that I love you. Can’t you see? I just want to stop loving you.” She was not scared of saying it, never, not once, had Liz been afraid to say it in the past, when she thought he reciprocated her feelings, and the possibility of being pregnant with his child reminded her of those days. “If I’m pregnant I'll never get rid of you. If I’m not...” Rubbing her face with her free hand she turned a little, not wanting to think of that possibility. “Evan, I-All I need from you are reasons to hate you, and you wanting to be involved in this isn’t helping.” 

[evanrvsiers-blog]

“ typically you’d assume that. ” he interrupted before she could even get going. he knew it was advantageous for his part knowing that the blonde couldn’t hold it against him if he didn’t want to be responsible for whatever it is that happened as the aftermath; she was ready to carry on the burden that was partially because of his drunken recklessness on her own. lizzie was that girl who’d burn herself down if it meant saving her beloved. it was the main reason why evan rosier decided to toy around with her and wreck her life into pieces. he took immense gratification in doing so, given that he was sixteen at that time and felt like the whole world was just within his grasp to bend. youth is but a foolish time for everyone. “ i’d leave you to deal with that alone, yeah. of course. i could do that. you know me. i am capable of doing so and look at you, you’re even far too convinced i would. ” a bitter laugh escaped his lips.

“ i don’t fucking know whether or not this is a real thing or just a silly mistake, but that— ” he paused, holding her gaze. evan could just continue living his life as though nothing happened, ignoring the mere fact that she may or may not be carrying his child. something about the thought of his first born tugged his emotions and feelings which he didn’t knew existed in him before. “ that is also mine, lizzie. for fuck’s sake. stop apologizing for my own mistakes. isn’t that what you’re supposed to sought of me? my sincerest apologies? ”

[thatgoodwingirl-blog]

“All I ever wanted was a way out because the minute I managed to put distance between us, I was sure I’d be okay. Or at least on the road to be okay again. You’d live your life and I’d live mine and now... now I’m never getting you out of my life.” She spoke gently, letting go of his hand to cross her arms over her chest like she was before she went and held his hand. “What exactly do you suggest?, You can’t do anything for me, Evan, we both know that. You can’t and you won’t considering the things you have your eyes on these days.” She avoided placing her hands anywhere near her womb, for fear of it growing to be a habit. She loved Evan and would continue to do so until every single drop of her dignity had been squeezed out of her body, she knew that much; and as much as she was trying to keep a logical thought process, the thought of something growing inside of her was making it hard not to break. It was slowly becoming a he or a she in her mind. It. His and hers, but most certainly a Goodwin at the end of the day. “I do mean it, Evan. Don’t compromise yourself for me. You have important things to do, I don’t.”