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UNSENT LETTERS MEME
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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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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.]
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...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!
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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?
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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.
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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.
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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.]
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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.
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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.
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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.
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...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.
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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!
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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.]
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[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.
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[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.
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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.
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