~~Ginny ficlet & Tom & T.S. Eliot

So... addictedkitten has inspired me, though not to porn (sadly). She probably wouldn't like this, anyway. But. I read that fragment from T.S. Eliot's `The Dry Salvages' she'd posted, and realized it reminded me of Ginny. The contrast between time & timelessness, between permanence & fleeting emotion. ... but you are the music / While the music lasts. Yes.

I had a split between the old, darker Ginny and my newer, more girl-power-yeay type Ginny in my fics for awhile now. This ficlet is my attempt at reconciliation; it sits somewhere in the middle, probably with a moody frown and some cloves as the music plays on. Mmm, cloves.

Also, I've been wanting to write Tom more; not Tom-and-Ginny by any means-- just Tom. *sigh* Maybe this is a start. Am I trying to excuse posting a moody Ginny ficlet most people won't read, purely because Ginny entertains me? Ahahahah. Um. Yeah. -.-

( Ficlet! - `Echoes' - Ginny-centric, with shadows of het & femslash, but mostly Tom - these precious things/ let them bleed.... )