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[February 13th] [Perry Mason] Candles and the Snow, 13
Title: Candles and the Snow, scene 13
Day/Theme: February 13th - Love is the fire of life -- consuming, purifying
Series: Perry Mason
Character/Pairing: Mignon Germaine
Rating: PG
Time Period: Present day
By Lucky_Ladybug
Mignon had never been fond of the trashy dime-store novels sitting in rows on bookstore and library shelves. Once, when she had been younger, she had read a couple—more out of sheer curiosity than anything else. She had strongly disliked them and their messages and had got rid of them as quickly and as quietly as possible.
As she glanced idly at them now, she found that her feelings had changed somewhat. Oh, she still strongly disliked them, but with the passage of years had come better wisdom and understanding. If anything, she had more reasons than ever to dislike them. After her short but happy marriage to Jack, as well as her long and happy friendship with Hamilton, she knew.
For the most part, the books she was looking at heralded a pale imitation of love. The characters in the pages experienced all manner of steamy, passionate feelings, with little to no restraint or selflessness to balance it out. They gave in to whatever they desired at the moment, mistaking their lustful encounters for true love. And they generally ended up as uninformed at the conclusion as they had been to begin with.
There had been feelings and times of passion with Jack. But there had been so much more. True romance had had little to do with the number of candlelit dinners or the amount of times they had wanted a lovers’ getaway. It had been much more about the little things, the everyday things that showed they needed and wanted each other for countless reasons, not only for physical attraction.
The characters in the books on the shelves knew little of such matters. Taking out the garbage or spending a quiet evening washing dishes together and talking would never be their idea of a good romance. But it was incidents and times like that Mignon thought of and cherished the most, above the passionate nights and thrills.
Love might very well be described in pyrotechnical terms. It was indeed a fire, burning in the heart and soul. But the deepest and truest form of love was purifying as well as consuming. That was what Mignon had shared with Jack.
She moved on to a different aisle. She would always be indescribably thankful to Hamilton for introducing her to Jack. Their marriage had ended in tragedy, instead of the long years she had hoped and dreamed they would have together, but she did not regret it for one moment.
Day/Theme: February 13th - Love is the fire of life -- consuming, purifying
Series: Perry Mason
Character/Pairing: Mignon Germaine
Rating: PG
Time Period: Present day
Mignon had never been fond of the trashy dime-store novels sitting in rows on bookstore and library shelves. Once, when she had been younger, she had read a couple—more out of sheer curiosity than anything else. She had strongly disliked them and their messages and had got rid of them as quickly and as quietly as possible.
As she glanced idly at them now, she found that her feelings had changed somewhat. Oh, she still strongly disliked them, but with the passage of years had come better wisdom and understanding. If anything, she had more reasons than ever to dislike them. After her short but happy marriage to Jack, as well as her long and happy friendship with Hamilton, she knew.
For the most part, the books she was looking at heralded a pale imitation of love. The characters in the pages experienced all manner of steamy, passionate feelings, with little to no restraint or selflessness to balance it out. They gave in to whatever they desired at the moment, mistaking their lustful encounters for true love. And they generally ended up as uninformed at the conclusion as they had been to begin with.
There had been feelings and times of passion with Jack. But there had been so much more. True romance had had little to do with the number of candlelit dinners or the amount of times they had wanted a lovers’ getaway. It had been much more about the little things, the everyday things that showed they needed and wanted each other for countless reasons, not only for physical attraction.
The characters in the books on the shelves knew little of such matters. Taking out the garbage or spending a quiet evening washing dishes together and talking would never be their idea of a good romance. But it was incidents and times like that Mignon thought of and cherished the most, above the passionate nights and thrills.
Love might very well be described in pyrotechnical terms. It was indeed a fire, burning in the heart and soul. But the deepest and truest form of love was purifying as well as consuming. That was what Mignon had shared with Jack.
She moved on to a different aisle. She would always be indescribably thankful to Hamilton for introducing her to Jack. Their marriage had ended in tragedy, instead of the long years she had hoped and dreamed they would have together, but she did not regret it for one moment.