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[May 7th] [Perry Mason] Bittersweet Reflections
Title: Bittersweet Reflections
Day/Theme: May 7th - Days of Mint and Rain
Series: Perry Mason
Character/Pairing: Hamilton Burger, Mignon Germaine
Rating: K/G
Part of the "Missing Scenes from The Broken Ties" series.
Takes place around chapter 5.
By Lucky_Ladybug
It was with a heavy heart that Hamilton looked through Mignon’s books on the occult. When he had come to her for help, desperate for someone to believe him, she had. But the close friendship between them had been severed, another of Vivalene’s cruel tricks. Mignon, like Perry and Tragg, had a slew of hurtful memories involving Hamilton. She spoke to him as they looked through her books for a solution to their problem, but there was always a coolness in the air. She no longer trusted him.
All the more now, Hamilton understood Vivalene’s hateful words towards him. No matter what was done to everyone else, it would always be worse for him than them. She intended to pile on him every harsh blow she possibly could. She had taken away everyone who cared about him, leaving him only with someone who detested him to the nth degree. She had supposedly done all of that, and sealed off the county, with black magic, something Hamilton did not even believe was real. Now he was being forced to believe, and even to look for a counter-spell. He felt like he was floundering in a world not his own.
He cast a glance at Mignon, in the plush chair on the opposite side of her library’s fireplace. She was involved in the current book she was checking. She never looked up.
A small package of mints was on the glass table next to her chair. She had always tried to make sure she never left home without some. At least that had not changed. Hamilton could think back to many excursions they had made, sometimes on sunny days, sometimes when it rained, and how she had been insistent on those mints. Sometimes the air had smelled like a combination of mint and rain. It had been pleasant.
Rain was something else he associated with her. It was mysterious, somehow, as she was and had always been. And they had met on a rainy day long ago, when he had been eighteen and she, twenty. He had been sending his application to UCLA in the mail. She had just arrived from New Orleans, seeking to become part of Los Angeles’ entertainment industry. And gradually, during their subsequent meetings, they had become close.
Tonight, even though they were only several feet apart, it felt like a continent separated them.
Hamilton looked back at the book he was searching. He had to focus. He did not want to consider that black magic was really at the heart of this disaster. But he was at the end of his rope.
This was Mignon’s world. It had never been his. He hadn’t been bitter about it, though. It had never interfered with their friendship.
But now, thanks to Vivalene’s conniving, maybe it was.
If he could bring himself to fully believe it.
Day/Theme: May 7th - Days of Mint and Rain
Series: Perry Mason
Character/Pairing: Hamilton Burger, Mignon Germaine
Rating: K/G
Part of the "Missing Scenes from The Broken Ties" series.
Takes place around chapter 5.
It was with a heavy heart that Hamilton looked through Mignon’s books on the occult. When he had come to her for help, desperate for someone to believe him, she had. But the close friendship between them had been severed, another of Vivalene’s cruel tricks. Mignon, like Perry and Tragg, had a slew of hurtful memories involving Hamilton. She spoke to him as they looked through her books for a solution to their problem, but there was always a coolness in the air. She no longer trusted him.
All the more now, Hamilton understood Vivalene’s hateful words towards him. No matter what was done to everyone else, it would always be worse for him than them. She intended to pile on him every harsh blow she possibly could. She had taken away everyone who cared about him, leaving him only with someone who detested him to the nth degree. She had supposedly done all of that, and sealed off the county, with black magic, something Hamilton did not even believe was real. Now he was being forced to believe, and even to look for a counter-spell. He felt like he was floundering in a world not his own.
He cast a glance at Mignon, in the plush chair on the opposite side of her library’s fireplace. She was involved in the current book she was checking. She never looked up.
A small package of mints was on the glass table next to her chair. She had always tried to make sure she never left home without some. At least that had not changed. Hamilton could think back to many excursions they had made, sometimes on sunny days, sometimes when it rained, and how she had been insistent on those mints. Sometimes the air had smelled like a combination of mint and rain. It had been pleasant.
Rain was something else he associated with her. It was mysterious, somehow, as she was and had always been. And they had met on a rainy day long ago, when he had been eighteen and she, twenty. He had been sending his application to UCLA in the mail. She had just arrived from New Orleans, seeking to become part of Los Angeles’ entertainment industry. And gradually, during their subsequent meetings, they had become close.
Tonight, even though they were only several feet apart, it felt like a continent separated them.
Hamilton looked back at the book he was searching. He had to focus. He did not want to consider that black magic was really at the heart of this disaster. But he was at the end of his rope.
This was Mignon’s world. It had never been his. He hadn’t been bitter about it, though. It had never interfered with their friendship.
But now, thanks to Vivalene’s conniving, maybe it was.
If he could bring himself to fully believe it.