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[Tarot] A Candle at Both Ends (Original)
Title: A Candle at Both Ends
Fandom: Original (Milliner Mysteries)
Pairing: Penelope Harrington-Thomas/Ginny Thomas
Rating: teen
Prompt: Temperance
Word Count: 400
Summary: Penny's love has its limits.
Notes: Crossposting onrainbowfic .
“You’ve always burned too bright,” said Penny, lowering her eyes with a small frown, as if she knew Ginny wouldn’t take it the way she meant it. God, there were layers there, weren’t they? Ginny watched Penny watch herself be watched.
“You used to like that about me,” said Ginny. The rough prison dress she wore now was not that different from the cheap work clothes she’d had at her job at the laundry. Nothing like it had ever touched Ginny’s skin. Penny placed her hand on the table between them, and Ginny grasped it like a lifeline.
Too bright. Too hard.
“I have to think of Maddie now,” Penny whispered.
“Yes. Of course.” Ginny let her hand go.
When you had money, even your most heartfelt rebellion had its limits. Penny had such a way of making herself a martyr—such a way of making it sound like she had no choice. Ginny had never had such a good one to make.
-
The sun shone bright and low outside the Yard the morning Ginny was released, two weeks later. The case had never been proved. Witnesses had failed to come forward.
Everyone knew, though. Everyone knew Ginny Thomas, of that wrong side of the family, was a Communist and now a thief, too. She clutched her leather satchel and her Woolworths umbrella to her as she stepped out into the sunlight, expecting it to cut into her, this alien creature that shouldn’t be allowed in the world anymore.
Only to find her arms full of Penny.
The satchel fell on the pavement with a thud; the umbrella followed with a clatter.
Penny smiling, Penny laughing. Penny beautiful in the morning sunlight with her red-painted lips, her green-yellow dress that made a silly goose of Ginny in her greys. This morning was for colour. And then Penny kissing her, brief and light, a kiss between cousins or sisters to anyone who couldn’t see.
“I knew it, I knew it,” Penny whispered, her voice betraying an unsisterly passion. “The world wouldn’t be so cruel. It just wouldn’t take you away from me, too.”
Penny really didn’t know the first thing about the world. Ginny blinked, shut her eyes tight, but could not stop the sob of relief escaping her. Penny loved her still.
And Ginny was hopelessly hers, still. Even if, when you had money, love had its limits.
Fandom: Original (Milliner Mysteries)
Pairing: Penelope Harrington-Thomas/Ginny Thomas
Rating: teen
Prompt: Temperance
Word Count: 400
Summary: Penny's love has its limits.
Notes: Crossposting on
rainbowfic .“You’ve always burned too bright,” said Penny, lowering her eyes with a small frown, as if she knew Ginny wouldn’t take it the way she meant it. God, there were layers there, weren’t they? Ginny watched Penny watch herself be watched.
“You used to like that about me,” said Ginny. The rough prison dress she wore now was not that different from the cheap work clothes she’d had at her job at the laundry. Nothing like it had ever touched Ginny’s skin. Penny placed her hand on the table between them, and Ginny grasped it like a lifeline.
Too bright. Too hard.
“I have to think of Maddie now,” Penny whispered.
“Yes. Of course.” Ginny let her hand go.
When you had money, even your most heartfelt rebellion had its limits. Penny had such a way of making herself a martyr—such a way of making it sound like she had no choice. Ginny had never had such a good one to make.
-
The sun shone bright and low outside the Yard the morning Ginny was released, two weeks later. The case had never been proved. Witnesses had failed to come forward.
Everyone knew, though. Everyone knew Ginny Thomas, of that wrong side of the family, was a Communist and now a thief, too. She clutched her leather satchel and her Woolworths umbrella to her as she stepped out into the sunlight, expecting it to cut into her, this alien creature that shouldn’t be allowed in the world anymore.
Only to find her arms full of Penny.
The satchel fell on the pavement with a thud; the umbrella followed with a clatter.
Penny smiling, Penny laughing. Penny beautiful in the morning sunlight with her red-painted lips, her green-yellow dress that made a silly goose of Ginny in her greys. This morning was for colour. And then Penny kissing her, brief and light, a kiss between cousins or sisters to anyone who couldn’t see.
“I knew it, I knew it,” Penny whispered, her voice betraying an unsisterly passion. “The world wouldn’t be so cruel. It just wouldn’t take you away from me, too.”
Penny really didn’t know the first thing about the world. Ginny blinked, shut her eyes tight, but could not stop the sob of relief escaping her. Penny loved her still.
And Ginny was hopelessly hers, still. Even if, when you had money, love had its limits.