Travel Broadens the Mind, The Bletchley Circle, G
Title: Travel Broadens the Mind
Prompt: #336 call
Fandom: The Bletchley Circle
Pairing: Millie/Susan
Rating: G
Word count: 200
A/N: This is quite melancholy, and possibly spoilery for the first episode.
Millie is always giddy when she first falls into what she calls love. It's the sort of thing that produces dreamy looks and flights of fancy, the urge to write their names in hearts, call or write them five times a day, and half a dozen other, ridiculous, silly things. She's learnt to hide it, push it deep down, but it's still there. That bubble of happiness when she looks at the person she's found.
Sometimes, it's an easy love--someone respectable, someone who doesn't mind an independent-minded girl. Other times, it's not so easy. Love never lasts in hardship.
That's what she tells herself as she writes another (fruitless, they'll all be for nothing) postcard to Susan.
We had good times, didn't we? she wants to ask that and knows she mustn't. Whatever Susan has moved onto, she's probably brilliant and amazing at it (as she was at their work with patterns and codes). But Millie can't bring herself to ask about it, as she can't bring herself to blame Susan for returning to something normal.
Instead, she scrawls something meaningless, though poetic: The skies here never end and refrains from admitting the truth.
Wish you were here.
Prompt: #336 call
Fandom: The Bletchley Circle
Pairing: Millie/Susan
Rating: G
Word count: 200
A/N: This is quite melancholy, and possibly spoilery for the first episode.
Millie is always giddy when she first falls into what she calls love. It's the sort of thing that produces dreamy looks and flights of fancy, the urge to write their names in hearts, call or write them five times a day, and half a dozen other, ridiculous, silly things. She's learnt to hide it, push it deep down, but it's still there. That bubble of happiness when she looks at the person she's found.
Sometimes, it's an easy love--someone respectable, someone who doesn't mind an independent-minded girl. Other times, it's not so easy. Love never lasts in hardship.
That's what she tells herself as she writes another (fruitless, they'll all be for nothing) postcard to Susan.
We had good times, didn't we? she wants to ask that and knows she mustn't. Whatever Susan has moved onto, she's probably brilliant and amazing at it (as she was at their work with patterns and codes). But Millie can't bring herself to ask about it, as she can't bring herself to blame Susan for returning to something normal.
Instead, she scrawls something meaningless, though poetic: The skies here never end and refrains from admitting the truth.
Wish you were here.