rheaitis (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
toujours_nigel) wrote2019-03-02 05:20 pm
toujours_nigel) wrote2019-03-02 05:20 pm
Entry tags:
31 Flavours: Pride and Prejudice
Today's rec is ![[tumblr.com profile]](https://www.tumblr.com/favicon.ico)
amarguerite's amazing Soulmate AU choose-you-own-ending novels, where Elizabeth Bennet marries Colonel Fitzwilliam | Mr. Darcy | Wellington. Link goes to the first story. Mind the tags as you go.
An Ever-Fixed Mark (190537 words) by AMarguerite
Fandom: Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice & Related Fandoms
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death
Series: Part 1 of An Ever-Fixed Mark
Summary: One would think that having the name of one's soulmate appear on one's wrist on one's sixteenth birthday would make matrimony much less complicated. It mostly does not. And not at all for Miss Elizabeth Bennet of Longbourne.
---
Today I wrote a drabble about
Who cares, about the goats, the ghee, the illumined nudity? Nobody, beyond the test.
Everything is a test, when you’re an apsara; even your very existence, when you’re Urvashi. Proof that Nara-Narayana could procure better to sate themselves should desire prove unbiddable? And then to turn her over to Indra like a gift, like nothing.
Everything is a test, a trap that has now been sprung. Urvashi is going home to her sisters, who never tire of her, who ask for no facade of mortality.
Pururavas will dry his tears, find peace in the sons she means to gift him.
An Ever-Fixed Mark (190537 words) by AMarguerite
Fandom: Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice & Related Fandoms
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death
Series: Part 1 of An Ever-Fixed Mark
Summary: One would think that having the name of one's soulmate appear on one's wrist on one's sixteenth birthday would make matrimony much less complicated. It mostly does not. And not at all for Miss Elizabeth Bennet of Longbourne.
---
Today I wrote a drabble about
Who cares, about the goats, the ghee, the illumined nudity? Nobody, beyond the test.
Everything is a test, when you’re an apsara; even your very existence, when you’re Urvashi. Proof that Nara-Narayana could procure better to sate themselves should desire prove unbiddable? And then to turn her over to Indra like a gift, like nothing.
Everything is a test, a trap that has now been sprung. Urvashi is going home to her sisters, who never tire of her, who ask for no facade of mortality.
Pururavas will dry his tears, find peace in the sons she means to gift him.