UNSENT LETTERS MEME

[nemuri]

UNSENT LETTERS MEME	Letter Types
Maybe you were just cleaning up, maybe you were snooping on purpose when you found the letter tucked away where they obviously thought you would never find it. It has your name written right on it, plain and clear. Do you read it? It's so hard to resist... And if you do, do you confront them about it or try your best to ignore it? - Post your character with name, series, and any preferences. - Others respond after enlisting the help of RNG on deciding a type or just choosing the one they like best. - Play nice.	1. hate ∞ the letter details what you've done to bother the person who wrote it. It lists all the problems they have with you and all the wrongs you've done to them. 2. break ∞ secretly, they've wanted to break up with you for awhile now. 3. love ∞ they are hopelessly, helplessly in love with you. 4. depression ∞ they're very depressed or desperate and spill out every reason why. 5. confession ∞ they've done something wrong and detail it in this letter. Was it to you or somebody else? 6. sexy ∞ not quite romantic, they're confessing all the dirty things they would like to do with you. 7. leaving ∞ they were offered a job or something too enticing to pass up and they're planning on leaving you soon. 8. wildcard ∞ If you don't like any of the above options, make up your own letter!

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[halfofnothing]

[For a moment, just a moment, Aeson looks as if he had been slapped. Then the facade returns, though his is not as good as that of most of his clan. Good enough to save his battered pride, though, so he stiffens his spine and raises his head.]

I don't know, Thornwell, why don't you hide your secrets better instead of crying when you're caught? [A low blow, oh yes, but Alex... He swallows hard. He didn't want to fight, but then he never does. Alex just knows exactly what buttons to push.]

[thereisnorhythm]

[And here, ladies and gentlemen, is a fine example of a true Regis reaction to insult; Alex's spine does straight as a nail, his entire body becomes rigid and he seems to bristle up from offense.]

...You shut your trap, half-blood! [He squeaks. Blast! That was supposed to come out stronger. Instead he just gives Aeson a hard shove - no of course it doesn't matter that Aeson is significantly less scrawny, his anger clearly outweighs muscle.] Don't you even dare use my name against me, you should be lucky my father was so kind as to not cast you back to your kind like you deserve, you rat! Get out of my room, you'll make it smell like you in here!

[halfofnothing]

[It is a very proper and very fine Regis response to insult indeed. Unfortunately for all that he may be a dirty half-blood, as Alex never fails of reminding him, Aeson has spent all his life among the Regis clan. Their temper tantrums are nothing new or impressive anymore.

He takes a small step back when Alex shoves him, but steadies himself then, growling at his brother's latest insults.] Yes, of course, I'm so lucky that your stuck-up ass of a father tolerates me - I reckon I should consider myself lucky you haven't poisoned my food yet, too? [He steps closer to Alex again, determined to use these two years of age difference and the height advantage that comes with it. He rarely does, he really tries to get along as Mom wishes, but sometimes Alex just makes him want to scream. Or hurt him, in any way he can.] You've got no right to sneer at anyone's blood, Thornwell, my grandmother was a peasant, but at least she wasn't a peasant whore. Do you spread your legs for a loaf of bread, too, or are you prissy enough to demand gold?

[thereisnorhythm]

[He hesitates; he's not an idiot, he's fully aware Aeson could break him if he really tried. His eyes narrow, and well... pale skin doesn't do well to disguise the embarrassed shade his face has taken on.]

Shut up, you ass, just shut up! Do you think you've got any right to sneer at anyone's family, ungrateful dog! [He wrinkles his nose.] Your insubordinance is disgusting, I can't believe mum actually likes you.

[halfofnothing]

[Funny thing is, he's never wanted to break Alex like the snotty little twig he is. Well, only sometimes. About half the time. Then there are these times when Alex's desperation calls to him and he just wants to console him, but Aeson knows better than to try.

He smirks at his brother. Alex looks kind of ridiculous with that angry flush.] Mum likes me better for so many reasons. She loved my father, you know? She can't stand yours, it's a miracle she likes you at all. [He shrugs.] But I'm just a half-blood, what do I know... and you're just a stupid cannon fodder kid who doesn't even bear the family name.

[thereisnorhythm]

[Oh that's it, that is it! He snarls and prepares the most eloquent and mature insult he can possibly muster.]

YOUR FATHER IS DEAD!

[And with that he storms out.

...Wait, that leaves Aeson in his room. Blast. Fine, he'll just... sulk right outside. Then at least he can hear if Aeson pulls anything in there.]

[halfofnothing]

[As soon as the door bangs shut behind Alex, the strength leaves Aeson's body. He sags, his eyes close. Taking a shuddering breath, he raises a hand to rub his face.]

You're right, Alex. My father's dead and yours is alive. [His voice isn't loud, for he is speaking to himself, though Alex might be able to hear it if he eavesdrops closely. He laughs bitterly, kicking the bedpost.] You've won already.

[He stares at the letter, torn in two in Alex's rage. Slowly, he bends down to pick up the pieces and walks to the door. He throws the shredded paper at Alex.] You're right. It is too late to be friends.

[thereisnorhythm]

[He winces when one of the papers touches him, and glowers at Aeson... but he can't disguise all of the sadness he feels, and it shows through just a bit. Just enough to make him feel deeply, deeply ashamed. He shouldn't even want Aeson's friendship, why is he beating himself up over it?]

I don't want to be friends with you. Idiot. I... mum wanted me to do that. I didn't mean it. Alright? Just leave me alone.

[halfofnothing]

[He had been so ready to walk away. So very ready. And then Alex had to be small and vulnerable and remind him of that little boy who would let him dry his tears when he scraped his knees, back when they were too small to understand that their respective birthrights made them enemies.

He turns to face Alexander, sighing. He's so tired. So young and already so tired. How are you supposed to deal with this for an entire lifetime? How does their mother do it?]

I know. She keeps going on about wanting us to be friends. That we're brothers and should act like it. [Another sigh escapes him.] I think it's breaking her heart to see us fighting.

[thereisnorhythm]

[Alex's gaze drops. Yes, they're supposed to be friends. They were friends, once upon a time. Until, well... it was kind of his fault, wasn't it? He was the one who turned on Aeson. But admitting that was just showing weakness.]

...You're the one causing her problems. You always have been. [His eyes sharpen and he looks back up at Aeson.] If it weren't for you and your stupid oaf of a father she wouldn't have any problems at all, it's because of you she always has to work so hard for anything. If you'd never been born she'd be happier, and so would everyone else.

[halfofnothing]

I know! [And with that shout, the anger is back, burning even brighter than before though it is competing with the tears in his eyes. Aeson feels like all of him was burning, consumed by that helpless fury, by guilt he always feels but never dares voice - he doesn't need to, Alex takes care of that for him. Alex tears off all the protective layers and lays bare what Aeson doesn't want to see, that's what he is best at. He's just like his father in that.

The anger is burning, too much to contain and this time, there is nothing holding Aeson back. He throws himself at his brother with his full weight, gripping him roughly by the shoulders and smashing him against the wall.] I KNOW Alex! I fucking know that I ruined Mum's life and killed Dad; my existence ruined everything, I know! I don't fucking need you reminding me of it all the time, you're worse than a ghost!

[thereisnorhythm]

[He yelps as he hits the wall, his hands moving up to try and tug Aeson's off. His brother isn't the aggressive type, it always takes him by surprise when Aeson turns aggressive. Worse when he's angry and has a point.]

Will you let go!? [He barks.] If you're so aware of it why don't you just die and stop dragging everyone around you down!

[He immediately regrets saying that. That was a bit too low even for him. But he's never been sure how properly to take things back, so he just gives a somewhat apologetic frown before continuing to struggle and glare.]

[halfofnothing]

Why don't you just shut up and die instead?! [Aeson abruptly lets go of him, pulling back his hands and holding them up in not-quite surrender. He laughs bitterly.] But you'd just keep haunting me from the grave...!

[He shakes his head, gazing at his brotherly sadly. They had been friends. Once. It's very hard to remember that they are even brothers nowadays.] Sometimes I hate you, Alex. I hate you for real sometimes.

[thereisnorhythm]

[He rubs one of his shoulder and glowers, shaking subtly under the tension between them.] Go ahead. Hate me. It won't get you anywhere. When push comes to shove I'm more Regis than you, I'll always have more people on my side. All you'll do is dig yourself into a deeper hole.

[His facade is entirely lost now, though. These next words are said with no hint of malice, only sadness.] I'm better than you. I'm always going to be. You're going to have to accept that... or you're going to get hurt. Badly.

[halfofnothing]

[Aeson forces himself to laugh to keep from crying. It burns in his throat.] I know that you're better than me, you don't need to remind me of that. Trust me, Alexander, I've always known that. Everyone keeps reminding me of it, too. [Another laugh, this one comes easier, though it is twice as bitter.] I'm sorry to break it to you, but you don't have exclusive rights to rubbing it in. And for the record, it's already hurting, but not for the reasons you think.

[thereisnorhythm]

[He crosses his arms, trying to look casual even though he can hear Aeson's pain in his voice and it makes him feel so horrible... And he's right, it always makes him irrationally upset when Aeson is right.]

If it hurts so much why don't you be like Mum? Beg for forgiveness from everyone who will listen. That's fair, isn't it? [He pauses.] ...If she'd been smart she would have gotten rid of you when she had the chance. But she wasn't smart, so you'll have to live with that pain and pretend you don't feel it just like everyone else.

[He tips his head back.] I can regain some status by marrying Quinn, the family likes her. You need to work harder than me, it's your duty as a half-breed and as my older brother. I may not have exclusive rights to shoving you onto the right path but I'm the best equipped to. I thought you'd realized by now you have to impress people to be forgiven, but you've barely managed to impress me and I'm obligated to be impressed by you.

[halfofnothing]

Don't you dare talk about Mum like that! [He had nearly been willing to let it go, but Alex's remarks, well-intentioned though they may have been in his own odd way, had simply been more than Aeson could bear.] She begs for forgiveness for all of us. She's so much better than the elders and everyone else in this damned clan, but she crawls before them so we won't have to suffer. [He balled his hands into fists at his sides, so very tempted to hit Alex, but holding back... Just barely. Just for the moment.] Show some gratitude and if you can't, then shut the hell up and go screw your stupid Quinn, she's dumb enough to be impressed by you!

[thereisnorhythm]

She crawls for you! [He snaps, bristling again because guilt tripping is only okay when he's doing it to Aeson, the return can't possibly be valid.] Me and my siblings are nothing because of you! We're just bargaining chips so she can stop you from being cast out, she doesn't give half a fuck about us! And that's pathetic, she shouldn't have to do that! She doesn't deserve any of this and she still has to because of you, you and your stupid filthy rat of a father! I shouldn't have to be grateful that she's torturing herself just to keep something that makes everyone else loathe her, I'll be grateful when you finally die and stop causing her trouble!

[halfofnothing]

[Aeson laughs harshly, just barely resisting the urge to spit in Alexander's face. It would be funny, but not worth the trouble.] If you're so desperate to put an end to your suffering, how about I kill you instead, brother? Would be funny, wouldn't it? I would bring flowers and everything, Mom would cry and Richard would have a cow. I bet Quinn would cry, too. [He pokes Alex in the chest, hard, just because spitting at him would be more satisfying but irritating him will do.] At least if I killed someone like Uncle Giles did they would have a good reason to look down at me.

[thereisnorhythm]

[He growls and aims a punch at Aeson's chest... not that it'll do much more than hurt his own hand.] Yes, you're just like him, aren't you? A pathetic, amoral, useless waste of space! [He gives Aeson a look of absolute disgust, yet there's also a fair bit of fear behind it. He's no longer sure if Aeson is joking and he knows if he's not, he's perfectly capable of going through with it.] Yes, be just like him and die just like him too. Die far away from here where you're not on anyone's conscience.