[ This letter arrives in a yellow envelope. It uses cute blue stationery paper bought from the department store, and the handwriting is neat and tidy as Crane would have always known it as.
...Well, mostly. There are a few places where she can tell it took him much longer to write. ]
It's been a while since I last wrote. Pardon my lateness. Many things have happened since my last letter to you.
Thank you for the letter you wrote to me. I know it must have been difficult to entrust it to someone you hardly knew, but I'm happy you put your faith in him, even if you didn't have much of a choice. It means the world to me that you put your feelings on paper. I read your letter whenever I'm feeling down, and it never fails to warm my heart. Your rough sweetness, your shyness, your messy handwriting, your love and concern — I love all these things about you and more.
Though, speaking of which, Lancelot has also given his blessing for our relationship. So you don’t need to worry about that. As for less happy news —
I recently remembered what happened to Mom.
I know she's gone now.
I'm not upset with you, nor do I blame you. I don't think you could have known for sure whether I already knew. And there were and always will be so many more things we could talk about and do together. So please don't think that you should have told me yourself. I don't think anything could have prepared me for it.
The truth is, I already suspected it was something like that. She's absent in all the memories I can tell must have happened in a more recent time. I just
I guess I must have been hoping maybe I was wrong. Or thought that I could brace for it with that foreknowledge. It doesn't work like that, apparently.
Even so…
It's selfish and foolish of me, when I did everything in my power to make sure you returned safely. Even though I knew it would mean we'd be separated for a while longer, and that you'd get mad at me for it. I find myself wishing I could be by your side and hug you tight. I…I don't want to take everyone's kindness and sympathy for granted, but it's hard to not feel lonely. You're the only other person who was there when it all happened. Mom meant a lot to you too.
I'll be okay. I promise. Remembering this also means that I know that the world will continue as always, and I have to get back up eventually. If I've done it once, I can do it again. So don't worry too much, okay?
I don't want this to just be a sad and lonely letter to you. So I've attached some pictures. Do you like the look? Lancelot has good taste, and I often wear the outfits both of you picked out for me. Stay safe, and until we meet again.
With love, [ Spring Born Wind ]
[ There are two photos of Lark dressed in this outfit. In one of them, he’s smiling warmly at the camera and reaching out to it, as though he’s leaning over to touch her face. In the other photo, he seems to be in the midst of taking off his clothes; not actually nude, but taken right at a moment where he’s shedding the outer layers. ]
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...Well, mostly. There are a few places where she can tell it took him much longer to write. ]
It's been a while since I last wrote. Pardon my lateness. Many things have happened since my last letter to you.
Thank you for the letter you wrote to me. I know it must have been difficult to entrust it to someone you hardly knew, but I'm happy you put your faith in him, even if you didn't have much of a choice. It means the world to me that you put your feelings on paper. I read your letter whenever I'm feeling down, and it never fails to warm my heart. Your rough sweetness, your shyness, your messy handwriting, your love and concern — I love all these things about you and more.
Though, speaking of which, Lancelot has also given his blessing for our relationship. So you don’t need to worry about that. As for less happy news —
I recently remembered what happened to Mom.
I know she's gone now.
I'm not upset with you, nor do I blame you. I don't think you could have known for sure whether I already knew. And there were and always will be so many more things we could talk about and do together. So please don't think that you should have told me yourself. I don't think anything could have prepared me for it.
The truth is, I already suspected it was something like that. She's absent in all the memories I can tell must have happened in a more recent time. I just
I guess I must have been hoping maybe I was wrong. Or thought that I could brace for it with that foreknowledge. It doesn't work like that, apparently.
Even so…
It's selfish and foolish of me, when I did everything in my power to make sure you returned safely. Even though I knew it would mean we'd be separated for a while longer, and that you'd get mad at me for it. I find myself wishing I could be by your side and hug you tight. I…I don't want to take everyone's kindness and sympathy for granted, but it's hard to not feel lonely. You're the only other person who was there when it all happened. Mom meant a lot to you too.
I'll be okay. I promise. Remembering this also means that I know that the world will continue as always, and I have to get back up eventually. If I've done it once, I can do it again. So don't worry too much, okay?
I don't want this to just be a sad and lonely letter to you. So I've attached some pictures. Do you like the look? Lancelot has good taste, and I often wear the outfits both of you picked out for me. Stay safe, and until we meet again.
With love,
[ Spring Born Wind ]
[ There are two photos of Lark dressed in this outfit. In one of them, he’s smiling warmly at the camera and reaching out to it, as though he’s leaning over to touch her face. In the other photo, he seems to be in the midst of taking off his clothes; not actually nude, but taken right at a moment where he’s shedding the outer layers. ]