Bramtana Week » Day Two-Living together
(Source: brittanypierce)
but what if someone actually wrote a Troubletones Bomb Girls AU?
War means rations. It’s cans and counting grains of sugar for your tea and excuses for wearing old trousers gone soft and comfortable with wear because there isn’t enough fabric for a new skirt.
(War means rations for most people, in any case; pretty princess Sugar’s worn a different dress every day since she started at the factory. Her father must have the most unbelievable connections).
Santana knows how to ration. Little sips of happiness are enough to keep her going for days – sprinkle two teaspoons of joy over her breakfast on Monday and she’s set until Thursday. Not too much, of course, it wouldn’t do to gorge yourself (except Santana’s never had much use for that just won’t do).
There are limits: she can gaze at Brittany for no longer than three seconds on the line (except when Brittany starts twirling to the music in her head in the middle of work, pouring and twisting and chaining in turn like it’s a dance); she can hold her once a week (except when Brittany wakes up screaming and trembling from one of her nightmares and it’s all Santana can do not to go running off into the night to butcher whoever did this); she can sigh into the pillow at night on Sundays, and no more (except when Brittany’s the one shining spark of beauty in this godforsaken world).
But sparks are the most dangerous thing in a factory, don’t you know? It’ll blow your life to bits.
Ami, you are fantastic.
I
demandpolitely request that you continue this.
