Pale Compariot ( Jane Austin x Twilight)
Pride and Prejudice X Twilight crossover fanfic
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Music – Claire de lune Debussy
Characters-
Charles Bingley (Pride and Prejudice),
Edward Cullen(Twilight),
Bella Swan (Twilight)
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife, or husband.
This sole concept plagued Bella Swans mind. She was the newest arrival in Forks Hertfordshire and was bound to meet a many suitors. Prepared was a sentiment she had not while her carridge rode in through the main road. Before she had lived with her widowed mother in the counrtyside, but was now being sent into society as per her mothers wishes. ‘Darling you know not a soul your age, we must find you a match.’ Thus, she was sent off to reside with her father during the upcoming social season.
By no means was Ms Swan not in awareness of Forks, she had made a fair amount of visits during the summers. Midst her visitations she had made the acquaintance of a Charles Bingley. Prior to being grown, they were playmates. In later years Bella was rendered rather found of his calling on her. This matter was no different. A few days upon her arrival the expected had occurred.
‘It means a great deal to me seeing you here again for a prolonged rendezvous’ said he, in an agreeable greeting. They had decided on taking a promande in a pleasant park nearby. Her father, Charlie Swan, sat in on their reunion, for it was the propre thing to do. Throughout their exchange Mr Bingley continued to insist on her appearance at his ball. She was quite hesitant since she had no close companions other than Mr Bingley, and he would be occupied hosting throughout the evening. His hammering persistence gave way at her reluctance, and she feebly insured of her being there. Upon many other topics of conversations, one that was very prominent was a vague introduction of all the relevant families and people. Several of which happened to be promenadingin the park alongside them.
Abruptly the sky filled with gray and a sense of dreariness had appeared in the park. A ensemble of pasty, morbidly dressed figures emerged and commenced their own promanade. Sunken eyes, sharp feature and all of them handsome in their own right. Ms Swan had paused in awe. One gentleman in particular had earned Ms Swan notice, he possessed a sense of reform and mystery. She was entirely enticed and raptured. ‘M-Mr Bingley, are you in fellowship with t-that family’ she meekly pondered, directing his attention to the bunch. In a conscience manner, Mr Bingley had informed Bella of the Cullen family and their immense fortunes.Similarly to Ms Swan, they were recent arrivals in Forks. ‘It seems as though Edward Cullen, a man of excellent breeding and inheritance, has caught your eye’ Mr Bingley proclaimed slyly. ‘I must confess, I went through painstaking efforts to get them to attend my gathering. My dear friend, it would be the perfect chance for you to be introduced, if it pleased you.’
In consequence of agreeing on her attendance, Ms Swan had the obligation of turing in her countryside attire in turn for a ballgown. She had not been so pampered in quite a duration. Being all done up reminded her pretty she truly was. Arriving at Mr Bingley residence she knew not a soul and felt truly lonely. Drifitng in and out of conversations the whole soirée while her companion was preoccupied. After a duration of not having one to converse or dance with, she had set her mind to wandering about Bingleys estate. Through the corridors, archways and many salons she had stumbled her way into the dwelling’s impressive library. She had always found a comforts in books that many people could not render her. She approached the shelves filled with books and novels full of treasured information and tales. Brushing her fingers against their spines and skimming their titles. Engrossed by her pondering she had yet to notice the figure stationed across from her. ‘I would have been more prepared if I had knowledge there would be company joining me’ Bella inhaled abruptly from shock to face none other than, Edward Cullen himself positioned behind her.
Heart hammering in her chest as she was standing alone with Edward in a darkened library, it was very scandalous! ‘I-Iumm-I shall leave you be, I must be going” tucking her hair behind her ear and turned to leave. ‘I had not meant-‘started the Cullen but she had already made it halfway down the hallway and his voice was not carried so far out. With what felt like a face on fire, she marched away flustered from the library and back to the dance hall.
Upon her return to the grand room Mr Bingley enclosed on her, querying where she had gone off to. The story of her encounter with the younger Cullen had Mr Bingley in a mirthful disposition. ‘ It would be a true shame if you did not share a dance with him this evening, it is so apparent you fancy him, and we must discover his affections towards you’ bashfully teasing Ms Swan. He declared he was off to convince Mr Cullen to a dance with the alluring new towns member.
The discovery of the Cullens was not in itself difficult, their dark wardrobes stood out in the seas of colourful attires. Edward was found re-entering the room in a flurry when Bingley collected his regard. Bingley had started with querying if he had heard of the newest Swan arrival. It was stated that Mr Cullen in fact, had knowledge of Ms Swan arrival, Bingley had knowed this situation was bound for success. ‘You see, she happens to be an old friend of mine, truly dear. Do you have any impressions of the lady? If I were to speak of you fondly there would surely excellent chance of a certain fondness’
‘She does intrigue me so, but as well do you sir. I do not believe we’ve had more than a brief exchange of words, yet here you are trying to find me a match’ said he with a shimmering eye.
‘ Well then let us introduce ourselves. I am Charles Bingley, host of this ball and compatriot to all’ extending his hand for a frim handshake.
‘It is certainly and honour to finally truly to make myself know to you. I am Edward Cullen’ said he. In a sultry voice reaching his hand to meet Bingleys. Mr Bingely composure ceased being serne, had it just get hot in here? Mr Cullens eyes stayed in contact with Bingleys even when his were drawn away, it was an intense exchange. Even so Mr Bingley continued,
‘My fair dame of a friend would possibly be a great match with you’ said he in a dry sputter.
The expression now plastered a crossed the other gentleman’s face had an air of exasperation.
‘Your lady friend does sound quite pleasant, however I am currently more captivated by you ”
A strained gulp passed down Charles throat. Had a fellow been this forward towards him in the past he would have thought little of his stature, but in this instance was contrasting. Despite his own struggles, he conveyed Mr Cullen to share a dance this evening with a Ms Swan.
Across the ballroom Edward drifted in the direction of Ms Swan. It was not that Ms Swan did not intrigue him, believe me she did, nonetheless so did Mr Bingley. Those two were the only folk he had ever encountered who his mental telepathy did not function on. Quite bizarre for him indeed. For you see dear reader, Edward Cullen ( and the rest of his family) were vampires. Surviving generations after generations of humans, never setting foot into sun light and being being impossibly fast and strong. Unlike the tales of old, they did not consume human blood. In replace of it, they hunted animals. It helped them live among the people not to constantly deal with bloodlust. Still, this evening was different, Edward felt insatiable of Ms Swan and Mr Bingley.
As he reproached the young madame, he assured himself to maintain composure of being in such close vasinity to her. She looked absolutely ravishing in her castleton green ball gown. He reached out a hand to her and she took it hesitantly. ‘Would you do me the honours of joining me for a dance ’ inquisited he. Whisking them off to the dance floor with ease, as Claire de lune by Debussy starts resonating through the room. ‘I am quite found of Debussys works, especially this one’ proclaimed he.
‘I w-would personally a-agree with you’ tepidly she added.
They sway and swing with graceful movement and a fervent air set upon them. It seems as though the whole dance hall is raptured by there intensity, including Mr Bingley.
He felt as though he was seething eyeing the two of them heartily enjoying each others presence. Putting feeling to words felt impossible, all he knew he knew was he desired to have Edward return to him.
The evening came to a close, newly found pairs bid each other adieu and set off for the evening.’ I appreciate you putting in a good word for me Charles’ Bella merrily thanked Mr Bingley. She popped a small kiss onto his cheek and was off. Her carriage trotting away into the earl morning murk. Strangely enough, just outside stood Edward, glissing in a patch a morning light. His skin was like diamonds. Charles was baffled. Once Edward realized his state of un-loneliness, he rushed to his carriage.
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The following week Mr Bingely was waiting upon Ms Swan once again. On this occasion he was sitting with her in the lounge room of her abode. He had not paid her a visit since his ball, and they needed to fully debrief the situation surrounding Edward Cullen. Mr Bingely begin explaining the darnest thing he ever saw after his ball. ‘His skin was glowing, it was not natural in any manner,’ said he. They had begun conspiring a bunch a tales that could explain this unlikely event. Their hersay was interumpted as the entry of a Mr Edward Cullen was announced. Both fell dead silent as he strode into the room. ‘ I did not mean to interrupt, do carry on’ said he, taking a position on an armchair across from them.
‘W-we were in the middle of discussing last weeks ball’ Ms Swan said biting her lip.
‘What in particular was so discussion worthy’ he grinned charmingly at them, with a knowing look. Ms Swan eyeballed Mr Bingley , and he looked back at her. Both wondering what they should say. Charles had enough guts to pipe up.
‘You are not human, are you?’ He firmly directed the question towards the pale figure.
‘Say it, what am I?’ he directed.
‘V-v-vampire’ Ms Swan sputtered out. Mr Cullens head sharply turned to face and stood up directed to the window. He tore apart the curtains and let the sunlight coat him.
‘This is the skin of a killer Bella and Charles’ ise pales complextion sparkled like a diamond, shimmering and shining. The two of them sat in awe even more raptured by his beauty.
‘You two are like no one I’ve ever encountered before. I cannot read your thoughts, unlike the others’.
‘We do not fear you’ said she, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
‘What else do you not fear? The expectations of society?’ He stated at Charles.
‘ I am a free man ; I do not allow the hindrances of other to bring me down’ Replied Mr Bingley in full confident.
‘Perfcet, then it is all settled then’ he stood up with a gusto. He reached out to grab one of each of their hands and pulled them up with him.
‘We shall call it a match then’ said he a grand smile on his face.
The end~
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老家-4
最近回了两次老家,拍了一些照片整理成这本合集,主要组成为:路、住所(家)、求学(经历)、生活方式。
自十岁独自外出求学,这种“回家”的次数已经多到无法计量,但直到最近才开始产生认识上的转变:由原本的“这是我的来源地”变为了“这是一种生活方式”,或许最后,这也是我的终点地(除了这本外还有另一本合集名为《果园》的合集,那是关于“尊重”及“经验”的意义转变呈现)。
总的来说,前面一部分照片是被时间错乱冲碎的空间复制,后面是对这种我本应很熟悉,实则十分陌生的生活方式的探寻,不可避免的仍有“死亡”画面出现,这与老家无关,而是在我现阶段的心境下,无论身处何地,眼睛总会看到被时间催促着走向死亡的景观。
HOMETOWN-4
Recently, I went back to my hometown twice and took some photos to organize this collection. The main components are: road, residence (home), study (experience), and lifestyle.
Since going out to study alone at the age of ten, the number of such "going homes" has become unmeasured, but only recently has it begun to change in understanding: from the original "this is where I came from" to "this is a kind of "Lifestyle", perhaps in the end, this is also my end point (in addition to this book there is another collection called "Orchard", which is about the transformation of the meaning of "respect" and "experience").
In general, the first part of the photo is a copy of the space shattered by the confusion of time, and the latter is the exploration of this kind of lifestyle that I should be familiar with, but in fact, it is very unfamiliar. It is inevitable that there will still be "death" pictures. It has nothing to do with my hometown, but in my current state of mind, no matter where I am, my eyes will always see the sight of death driven by time.
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