ato-the-bean:

Here’s a snippet from the prologue for my as-yet-unnamed sp00qy fic.

…Old hearts are patient and selective.

But when they fall, they are utterly lost.

Bond’s heart lashed out after Vesper’s betrayal. Hot with embarrassment and rage, it shredded itself with recriminations of folly until what was left was a calloused leathery thing, all but impossible to pierce.  And so it stayed for years, with only a few shiny spots worn soft by colleagues and friends.   Until Madeleine reminded it of older times, older connections, and found a way in.