[ 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.
(There’s one very, very stark sign of the letter being tampered with, even though the seal on the envelope is undisturbed.) ]
I know you don't really like to read, so I'll try to keep this letter short and sweet. To be honest, I don't know if this will even reach you. It's hard to say how reliable the delivery service is. Maybe all of my feelings conveyed here will be consigned to nowhere, like the depths of the ocean?
Well, I can't let something as trifling as that stop me from writing anyway. Nothing would get done if I did.
In the time since you've returned home, I've been doing all right. Not a day goes by where I don't think of you, and I wish we had more time to do more things together. Like go to the beach, or take you to this place called an 'amusement park'. You'll probably find fishing boring, but I'd be happy if you had whatever I'd catch for your meal.
There was another kissing game recently, but it mostly just made me wish I could kiss you and Lancelot instead. Some things should only be shared between the people I hold dearest, and I'll take every excuse to shower you with affection. And I admit I do want to show off that we're together now, in no uncertain terms. Would you get embarrassed or take it as a challenge if we were to have a deep kiss where anyone could see us?
After spending nearly every day waking up next to you in some way, I really miss being able to cuddle with you. It’s a little childish, I know. I want to wake up and make breakfast for you, feel your curves beneath my fingertips, mark your skin and admire how beautiful you are. You're terribly cute when you're flustered and happy.
I've already told you this, but there's no harm in repeating it: I'll always be yours, and you'll always be a part of my heart. Though we may gain more experiences apart from one another, it doesn't make you any less important to me. You are my beloved north star. The one whom I will always think of whenever I lose my way, and who I hope to share my happiness with always. Even if we can’t be by each other’s side right now — sorrow waters joy, and the sun will continue to rise in the east and set in the west.
I only just realized that turn of phrase is probably a little too fancy for your taste. What I mean to say is that our reunion will be a happy one. I promise. Even when all is swallowed by the sea, I will still love you.
You don’t need to write back to me if that’s not what you want. Honestly, I don’t know how you’re supposed to send a reply, anyway? I guess you could ask the old man for his scholarly opinion, at the risk of sounding kind of mad. Then again, this probably isn’t the weirdest thing he’s ever had to deal with.
[ 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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Date: 2021-07-29 07:33 pm (UTC)(There’s one very, very stark sign of the letter being tampered with, even though the seal on the envelope is undisturbed.) ]
I know you don't really like to read, so I'll try to keep this letter short and sweet. To be honest, I don't know if this will even reach you. It's hard to say how reliable the delivery service is. Maybe all of my feelings conveyed here will be consigned to nowhere, like the depths of the ocean?
Well, I can't let something as trifling as that stop me from writing anyway. Nothing would get done if I did.
In the time since you've returned home, I've been doing all right. Not a day goes by where I don't think of you, and I wish we had more time to do more things together. Like go to the beach, or take you to this place called an 'amusement park'. You'll probably find fishing boring, but I'd be happy if you had whatever I'd catch for your meal.
There was another kissing game recently, but it mostly just made me wish I could kiss you and Lancelot instead. Some things should only be shared between the people I hold dearest, and I'll take every excuse to shower you with affection. And I admit I do want to show off that we're together now, in no uncertain terms. Would you get embarrassed or take it as a challenge if we were to have a deep kiss where anyone could see us?
After spending nearly every day waking up next to you in some way, I really miss being able to cuddle with you. It’s a little childish, I know. I want to wake up and make breakfast for you, feel your curves beneath my fingertips, mark your skin and admire how beautiful you are. You're terribly cute when you're flustered and happy.
I've already told you this, but there's no harm in repeating it: I'll always be yours, and you'll always be a part of my heart. Though we may gain more experiences apart from one another, it doesn't make you any less important to me. You are my beloved north star. The one whom I will always think of whenever I lose my way, and who I hope to share my happiness with always. Even if we can’t be by each other’s side right now — sorrow waters joy, and the sun will continue to rise in the east and set in the west.
I only just realized that turn of phrase is probably a little too fancy for your taste. What I mean to say is that our reunion will be a happy one. I promise. Even when all is swallowed by the sea, I will still love you.
You don’t need to write back to me if that’s not what you want. Honestly, I don’t know how you’re supposed to send a reply, anyway? I guess you could ask the old man for his scholarly opinion, at the risk of sounding kind of mad. Then again, this probably isn’t the weirdest thing he’s ever had to deal with.
With love,
[ Spring Born Wind ]
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Date: 2022-01-11 07:45 pm (UTC)...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. ]