Happy Sunday! For your writing prompts: I'm very curious what you'll write for this combo: finding old jewellery + tma (my personal preference is jonmartin but I'm biased af so write whichever characters you want) 💜
Prompt # 12: finding old jewellery (x)
(set during season 4, Jonmartin and background Gertrude/Agnes, 400 words)
The locket was an unassuming piece of old jewellery. The shine of its embossed brass surface was barely perceivable under the tarnish, and the chain left brown imprints on Jon’s fingers. It was hard to tell — though he could have, if he wanted — for how long it had been in the back of that drawer, hidden or forgotten, or both. It definitely wasn’t the staples he was looking for.
What’s this? he thought, examining the locket more closely. As it often happened these days, the voice in his mind spoke with a gentle inflection that was not his. After a few half-hearted attempts to stop talking with a Martin that existed only in his head, Jon had given up.
“Let me see if I can…” He left the sentence unfinished as he tried to pry the locket open.
Wait, what if it’s dangerous? The voice in his head sounded worried and Jon hesitated, focusing on the locket.
It… did and it didn’t. The sensation Jon got when he tried to Know what it was was so vague that he didn’t waste more time before getting it open.
And there, coiled inside the locket, was a lock of auburn hair. This time, when Jon looked at it, he found the answer. “She left something of herself for her anchor to find,” he murmured, “not knowing if, how or when it would happen, but hoping.”
And why is a lock of Agnes Montague’s hair in your desk?
“Well, this was Gertrude’s desk before me. I don’t think eldritch powers of omniscience are required to guess whom it belonged to.”
Uh. She didn’t strike me for the sentimental type.
Jon frowned. It would make more sense if these were leftovers from the counter-ritual, or a backup. There was no evidence that Gertrude used all the hair she found among the ashes at Hill Top Road, after all.
Then why keep it in a locket?
“I don’t know.” But he was afraid he did.
Gertrude was focused on her mission and nothing else, shoving all evidence of personal connection in the back of a drawer, because it felt safer to be lonely. Yes, Jon understood. And, as he delicately closed the locket and put it back, he vowed that he would not do the same. “I promise,” he said quietly.
The voice in his mind did not reply.
