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@suigeneris221b gave the prompt: “If you remember me, then I don’t care if everyone else forgets.” - Haruki Murakami. Here’s what followed:
“Sometimes I miss having long hair.” Phryne played with her wig wistfully in the mirror. “It’s so versatile, although the upkeep is infinitely worse.”
“I like your short hair.” Jack assured her languidly from his position on the bed. He’d had just enough to drink at the party that he was blissfully relaxed. Between that and escaping his costume, he’d never felt more comfortable.
“How would you know the difference?” She turned around to question him.
Jack didn’t open his eyes, simply pointed to the familiar painting on the wall.
“Although, I will confess, it took me a few tries to force my gaze to that particular section.” He grinned.
“You know, you should have a portrait done, Jack.” She suggested, liking the idea immediately.
He laughed out loud at the thought.
“I’m serious! I can see it now, you leaning on a mantel, a serious face but a glint in your eye. I would love to commission someone to do it for you.”
“Why would I ever want you to do that?” He asked honestly, propping himself up on his elbow to stare at her in the dim lamplight.
“Everyone deserves to have a legacy.” Phryne smiled. “And now is the perfect time”
“How so?” He wanted evidence.
“Why, your life is already worth commemorating for posterity and you haven’t even gone grey yet.” She smiled as she put the wig away and stood over the bed. “You’re a war hero and a public servant who has affected thousands of lives over the course of your career. And, on an entirely related note, you’ve never been more handsome.” She praised.
He reached for her and pulled her down into his arms, wanting to change the subject before she could get any more insane ideas.
“I appreciate the admiration, but I would rather be dipped in honey and covered in bees than sit for a portrait.”
“Oh, Jack. You don’t have to sit for portraits anymore.” She rolled her eyes at his antiquated ideas of art as she settled into his chest. “They can do the entire thing from a photograph if you wish.”
“I’ll pass.” He refused to cooperate. “I don’t care what anyone thinks of my legacy, except for maybe you. Will you remember me fondly?” He inquired, pulling her chin up to look into her eyes.
“I absolutely will.” She pledged solemnly.
“Then that’s good enough for me.” He released her and she smiled at his humble request.
“Let’s compromise.” She said, moving over top of him slowly. “I’ll let you keep your anonymity if you do something in return for me.”
“What’s that?” He asked.
“Lay back and don’t move until you match my portrait.” She smirked, licking her lips.
