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Passionate Attachments (f!Layton/f!Luke)
Title: Passionate Attachments
Length: 242
Prompt: Professor Layton (Anon) Fan Meme: Layton/Luke as their female versions. This fandom needs YURI.
Pairing: slight fem!Layton/fem!Luke (Hendel/Lucy)
Other: n/a
Excerpt: She was patient, of course-- that was part of being a teacher. But inside, something curled up in her stomach, a hard knot, and she couldn't quite reconcile it with simple friendship.
Historian Stephanie Coontz writes of premodern customs in the United States: Perfectly respectable Victorian women wrote to each other in terms such as these: 'I hope for you so much, and feel so eager for you... that the expectation once more to see your face again, makes me feel hot and feverish.' They recorded the 'furnace blast' of their 'passionate attachments' to each other... They carved their initials into trees, set flowers in front of one another’s portraits, danced together, kissed, held hands, and endured intense jealousies over rivals or small slights...
~
Hendel was not jealous of Nell at all. It was proper for Lucy to have friends her own age-- female friends, of course. Lucy shouldn't spend all of her time in the company of a strange old widow like herself.
But she had to admit, she was having trouble enduring Lucy's constant babbling about her best friend. She was patient, of course-- that was part of being a teacher. But inside, something curled up in her stomach, a hard knot, and she couldn't quite reconcile it with simple friendship.
"Last week when she visited, we carved our initials in that old tree out behind the barn, you know the one, Professor? Right underneath the lowest branch, there it is: "L.T. and N.M." What do you think, Professor?"
"Sounds wonderful, Lucy," Layton said, letting a touch of impatience seep into her voice, "but perhaps we could take a look at this puzzle again?"
"Oh, sure, Professor," Lucy said. "I have to make sure I remember this one so I can tell it to Nell later. Did I tell you she likes puzzles too? We're going to be friends forever, even after we get married. We'll write each other letters every week."
"I see," Hendel said, staring at Lucy's lips instead of listening as she rambled on about Nell. And Nell was good for Lucy, really. She knew that. She wouldn't wish her unusual, lonely existence on anyone else.
But Hendel was jealous, anyway, and she didn't quite understand why.
Length: 242
Prompt: Professor Layton (Anon) Fan Meme: Layton/Luke as their female versions. This fandom needs YURI.
Pairing: slight fem!Layton/fem!Luke (Hendel/Lucy)
Other: n/a
Excerpt: She was patient, of course-- that was part of being a teacher. But inside, something curled up in her stomach, a hard knot, and she couldn't quite reconcile it with simple friendship.
Historian Stephanie Coontz writes of premodern customs in the United States: Perfectly respectable Victorian women wrote to each other in terms such as these: 'I hope for you so much, and feel so eager for you... that the expectation once more to see your face again, makes me feel hot and feverish.' They recorded the 'furnace blast' of their 'passionate attachments' to each other... They carved their initials into trees, set flowers in front of one another’s portraits, danced together, kissed, held hands, and endured intense jealousies over rivals or small slights...
~
Hendel was not jealous of Nell at all. It was proper for Lucy to have friends her own age-- female friends, of course. Lucy shouldn't spend all of her time in the company of a strange old widow like herself.
But she had to admit, she was having trouble enduring Lucy's constant babbling about her best friend. She was patient, of course-- that was part of being a teacher. But inside, something curled up in her stomach, a hard knot, and she couldn't quite reconcile it with simple friendship.
"Last week when she visited, we carved our initials in that old tree out behind the barn, you know the one, Professor? Right underneath the lowest branch, there it is: "L.T. and N.M." What do you think, Professor?"
"Sounds wonderful, Lucy," Layton said, letting a touch of impatience seep into her voice, "but perhaps we could take a look at this puzzle again?"
"Oh, sure, Professor," Lucy said. "I have to make sure I remember this one so I can tell it to Nell later. Did I tell you she likes puzzles too? We're going to be friends forever, even after we get married. We'll write each other letters every week."
"I see," Hendel said, staring at Lucy's lips instead of listening as she rambled on about Nell. And Nell was good for Lucy, really. She knew that. She wouldn't wish her unusual, lonely existence on anyone else.
But Hendel was jealous, anyway, and she didn't quite understand why.