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#listen I‘m going to start brainstorming for tomorrow right after posting this so it wont be quite as spontaneous
lechatnoir1918 · 5 years
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MFMM Inktober Day 21: Treasure
Started brainstorming this like four hours ago so... yes, the drabble reflects that.
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Phryne Fisher wouldn’t describe herself as a sentimental person. She’d given up on sentimentality long ago when she had realized that hanging on to memories and things would only cause her pain. Especially the material items she dispensed of quickly when she didn’t need them any longer.
Janey’s ribbon was an exception. It had brought Phryne more pain than anything else ever could but she had needed it as a reminder to keep on fighting. The ribbon had found its place on her handbag, always by her side.
When Detective Inspector Jack Robinson gave her his card, she had kept it as a resource because she suspected that knowing someone in the police force would come in handy. Even better if that someone was a rather civilized detective. The card found its place on her dressing table.
A few months later, she returned home from a football game, the memory of a certain detective’s hands pulling her closer by his scarf still fresh in her mind. The scarf found its place in a box underneath her bed.
Then, an investigation of a young boy’s disappearance, a long lost swallow pin returned to her, gently pinned to her scarf. The pin found its place on her nightstand.
A badge saved for Buffalo Bill, now deeming her honorary constable. The gift meaning so much more. The badge found its place with the scarf, safely tucked underneath Phryne’s bed.
Weeks later, a goodbye on an airfield. The card and the ribbon in her pocket, the swallow pin in place on her flying scarf, the badge and the scarf in her bag. Jack Robinson in front of her.
One kiss, too short to satisfy the fire inside, but a beginning. The memory of it found its place in her heart.
This was Phryne Fisher’s treasure and she’d protect it at all costs.
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