Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Moonlight, nor am I making any money from this, though I'm certainly having fun playing with the characters. No infringement intended.
Warnings: Some very vague references to the life of a courtesan.
Summary: With Mick, it was always different. Coraline POV. Drabble.
A/N: Written for Champagne Challenge #146: Love Endures.
As always, I thank my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ who is the source of all inspiration.
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Love had always seemed like such an empty word to Coraline. After all, countless men had proclaimed their “love” to her throughout the centuries. They’d left once they’d gotten what they’d wanted, and only their gifts remained - jewels, coins, silks, furs, and more.
They meant very little. Tokens of appreciation. Payments for services rendered.
Mick? Well, Mick had brought her gifts too, of course. Silly trinkets. Flowers. Sentimental notes. She’d laughed at some of them openly, enjoying Mick’s mumbled apologies that he couldn’t afford more.
But she’d kept them all just the same.
Even after the fire…she’d kept them.
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A/N: I hope you enjoyed it, and of course, please let me know what you think!

Take care and God bless!
-Laughter