bakerstreet | monday epistolary.

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monday epistolary.

Epistolary

It's all text messages and Facebook entries these days, isn't it? Maybe you're from a time or a world where letters are still being written or maybe you're just saying fuck it to your computer and your phone and to the fast paced contact methods of modern day society. Write a letter to someone you rarely see or can't for whatever reason see right now, because of distance or maybe personal issues that are more easily addressed on paper anyway. Come on, you don't need an excuse, just write that damn letter!

How to play -

1. Top-level with your character. Include prefs and the like, if you wish.
2. Others now leave a comment with a letter their character has written yours.
3. Have your character respond, then go tag around as you wish.
4. Be entertained!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ooc: Prefer shippy type prompts, please!]

[Possible reasons to write Phaedra a letter include:
- Vampire court politics; she's the favored childe of a Crone named Atalanta Hall who's powerful and old.
- Occult inquiries; she's a diviner in her own right, and has a ton of experience with 'arcane shit'.
- Blackmail; you know she's a vampire.]

For the usurper Cersei Lannister—

I have conquered Slaver’s Bay. Terror and butchery recede like the tide, and the world is, one city at a time, at last being restored to justice. That is what the people are owed.

I do not crave war. I do not wish to see my kingdoms and my people suffer any more violence and torment than the past three hundred years have already visited upon them.

You live to protect your children as I live to protect mine, and I know we will not surrender that fight. Please know that I will not be chased from my home any longer, and you cannot keep what is not yours. The false crown’s treachery and treason will end. I am coming home.

I write to promise you that I will not harm your children. I beseech you, as a mother, to make me the same promise. We have both suffered the gods’ greatest cruelty, and I know we will suffer again before our days are finally counted. We owe our children peace, even at the cost of our pride. We owe it to them at any cost.

The world has asked a deep darkness of you, and I know there were times when you felt you had no choice. Gods are cruel by design, but men are cruel by choice. Your life, like mine, has always been in their shadow. You made your choices with the faces of your children in your head and a terrible fear in your heart. You chose to survive so that they might also survive. Perhaps they are the sole reason you choose to live still. You have fought with your own blood and your own fire, and you have known the same darkness I have; a darkness that knights and kings would tremble to behold. I know you will not stop. This world will not let you.

I have also made my choices with my children heavy in my heart. I will not fail them more than I already have. I have bathed, like you, in fire and in blood. It is all this world has given me.

I beseech you, as a mother and as a daughter, to step aside. I will forgive your crimes, as I know why you chose them. May the gods be as merciful. The wars to come will only demand of us both a price we refuse to pay.

I did not know my mother, so I beg of you instead: help me write this story so it does not end like all the others.

—Daenerys Targaryen, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Mhysa, Mother of Dragons, the Unburnt, Breaker of Chains, rightful heir to the Iron Throne and Queen of the Seven Kingdoms

Dearest husband,

You might be wondering why with only a week before my return I choose to write to you. Would you be flattered to hear that I can't get you out of my mind and I'm practically shaking with excitement to be back with you once more? I thought a letter might help. How are you? And how is Cerberus? That sounds so boring now that I've written it out. But I do want to know. The world is growing colder up here and the dark comes earlier, but all I can think of is the darkness I much prefer with you in your realm. It's a quiet, calm dark; not a dark and scary one. Humans fear what might happen to them in the dark. Can't relate. Only good things happen when I'm in it with you.

This letter is all over the place, isn't it? Can you tell I'm nearly at my wit's end? This week can't pass by soon enough.

All my love,

Your Wife, your Queen, your Persephone

My Foxglove,

A scant seven days before you return home, and you worry that I’d question your desire and excitement. Do you think so little of me? You act as if I do not hang my life upon your every word, that I do not fumble and feel for your warmth in the cold, that I do not squint when light shines through the cracks above.

Of course I miss you.

Cerberus is well, though restless. You know how he gets during fall, and how he grows weary of his only company. He longs for his mistress’ touch, as well as for her walks through the gardens.

(Which reminds me, the orchards are finally beginning to bear fruit - remind me when you come down, and I’ll show you).

Give me regards to your mother, and to Olympus, but save the warmest for yourself.

Yours,
Hades

[ ooc: so guess who has two thumbs and only just realized this account sends tags to my OLD email inbox? this gal. i'm really sorry and feel free to ignore if this is too old. i totally understand. ]

Dearest,

It is because I think so highly of you that I worry. Perhaps there are times I still see myself in a light I shouldn't, because I know you would chastise me for it, but you have such importance to the world and I am still only me: a girl who blossoms when I think of what excites me.

It's all right. I know you'll chase such foolish notions from my head when I return. And I'll give you all the warmth you can handle, my love. These long months have found me missing the little shivers I would get from the chill of our home (and from the other kind of shivers you give me). But soon I'll warm our bed and your heart and all will be as it should be.

Cerberus will get all the pets and walks he can handle. You'll tell him I'm returning soon, won't you? Or perhaps he already knows. Hounds can sense many things. But we three will take our walks and return to our routine. I can picture us now.

I will pass on your message to them, though you know how Mother gets when I mention you. Perhaps you should wish me luck there!

Your Persephone

[21+ for shippy prompts]

(Touching base with him about military/political business? Sending a package? A friend checking in on things? Or maybe your carrier pigeon just got very turned around and he happened to find it first....either way, letters are the default communication fare in his canon, so go for it!)