In which Mr. Darcy is compared to a Dessert and Wickham demonstrates a certain Disrespect for Leviticus. People - don't take this thing so bloody seriously! It was meant for fun, not as disrespect ...
I'm not sure what to say...Wow. It's different, and I never would have thought of it. And VERY well-written, I must say.
A bit on the strange side but hey there always has to be a first
Oh my. I wonder if this has anything to do with Darcy's being so uncomfortable around strangers. Light and bright and sparkling, though.
If he was that disoriented, I think he'd ask, "What happened? Why are we in the same bed?" before jumping to the conclusion that something non-Mosaic had happened. Darcy lives in a poor, deprived age where people don't grow up reading yaoi.
LMAO that's hilarious! Obscenely OOC, but absolutely hysterical all the same!
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