DANDELIONS [ colonel brandon ]

CHAPTER II

❝  and i'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine, ❞

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Marianne was whining, complaining about being paired off to a respectable and good-looking Colonel, she was taking her bonnet off so furiously that she simply gets the knot tighter and tighter. Despite themselves, Elinor and their mamma are amused. (Y/N) trailed behind them, frowning, she tugged the string of her pink ribboned hat and hung it, and sat on the settee.

"Oh! Are we never to have a moment's peace? The rent here may be low but I think we have it on very hard terms."

"Mrs. Jennings is a wealthy woman with a married daughter — she has nothing to do but marry off everyone else's." Elinor tried to explain, her eyes twinkling in amusement, helping Marianne with her bonnet.

"There's a parcel for you, Misses Dashwood." Said Betsy, poking her head out from the dining room, a basketful of laundry perched on her hip. "A parcel?" Margaret repeated excitedly, bounding towards the small dining room.

(Y/N) stood up, looking curious. She pointedly ignored Marianne's whining, why can't she just be happy someone had well-placed affections for her? (Y/N) rarely had someone who looked at her as adoringly as Brandon does to Marianne — at least not openly —  she entered the room behind her older sisters, lost in her thoughts. Elinor and Marianne laughed at something that was said, breaking her musings.

Margaret opens the parcel to reveal — her atlas. The atmosphere alters immediately as their mamma, Marianne, and (Y/N) looks at Elinor in consternation.

(Y/N) had paid little to no attention to Edward's letter as their mamma read it aloud, instead, she was staring at her sister, waiting for a reaction, she watched as Elinor struggles to contain her bitter disappointment. (Y/N) sighs, and walked up to her and Margaret's room, to fetch her sketchbook and pencils.

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"All I am saying, Marianne, is that he just seemed... odd!" (Y/N) tried not to raise her voice, her eyebrows furrowed in anger, she hadn't wanted to argue with Marianne, but her sister was getting on her last nerve, what with her recklessness. (Y/N) had just remarked about having a bad feeling about Mr. Willoughby — who rescued Marianne not too long ago, which the Dashwoods were ever so thankful for — and Marianne had taken it the wrong way, as always.

Marianne and Margaret were warm and dry, Marianne was nursing a sprained ankle from her earlier misadventure. But the twins were fighting, something that seldom happened because (Y/N) was never one to argue with someone, even if Marianne was frustrating such as now, "You're just jealous, (Y/N)!" Shouted Marianne, from the settee, "It does not matter whatever your opinion is, anyway!"

"I just don't think he is the one for you, Marianne!" (Y/N) frowned, a little hurt that her own twin didn't care what she thought, Marianne didn't mean it, she's just being childish, she tried to tell herself, "And if he breaks your heart — and I am certain he will — don't say I didn't tell you so." Marianne just turned her head, crossing her arms and frowned at the wall rather petulantly.

(Y/N) balled her fists and stormed to her room; snatching her sketchbook and pencils, angrily. "I am going outside, mamma!" Elinor ran to follow her sister, but to no avail, (Y/N) might not look it but she was absolutely fast, "(Y/N)! Please wait!" (Y/N) turned, tears glistening in her eyes, "Please leave me be, Elinor, I shan't be far, promise." Elinor sighs, (Y/N) tries to smile brightly at her older sister but it looked mostly strained and watery.