Letters

[abbacchiohno]

love letters

A pen set to paper. A heart made words. Writing missives to the person you love may be a dying art form, but you're bringing it back.

HOW TO PLAY
→ Pop on in with your preferences. Additionally, write a short note that could serve as a "love letter" your character would send (kept generic enough, though, to serve as an all-call starter, for a lil' challenge). No blank top-levells.
→ Replies are letters sent in return.
→ Correspond with your threadmates until the carrier pigeon gives in or the postal service says "enough already, just tell them that you wanna bone and get it over with!"

Comments

[prayercloset]

[ Scribbled on a page ripped from a book or a pamphlet of some sort, covered in grime, before it was hastily stuck where only one person would look. ]

After everything that happened,
you don't want anything to do with me.
You're scared of me. You don't want to be around me again.

Maybe you hate me.

But I want to see you one last time before I leave forever.
I'm going. I can't ever ever EVER come back.

Can you come meet me?

Out of everybody I never wanted to hurt you.

- Carrie

[shackledandbound]

[It appears that the MBCC Chief failed to file the letter away before he was called by Nightingale to attend to a matter, the stationary still on his desk with the pen (still warm from his touch) resting atop its surface. Rather than to type his intentions and feelings out, he had chosen to write a letter in a manner that the recipient would understand best in her dream-like reverie.]

You asked once if I still felt empty inside,
If that darkness inside of me bothered me.
While I didn't lie when I told you that I would carry it without fail,
I wasn't entirely honest when I said it wasn't a concern.

You are the one who has made this feeling tolerable.
Because you saved me then, I was able to stand up.
I think it was when I felt your hand in mine, when we danced--
That is when these feelings began to well up inside of me.
I know you don't remember everything yet.
I know that, I'm painfully aware, 
And that it's unfair to unload these feelings onto you
But I can't just stay silent, and I hope you'll forgive me for that.
With this job of mine, I never know what may happen, 
so I want to tell you here and now, without fail:

I love you.

Mal Oretsev | Shadow & Bone

[saints_bodyguard]

It hasn't been that long since I left yet it also feels like a lifetime ago. I have started and stopped so many letters. I'm not certain why I haven't finished one. A part of me believes you have no interest in receiving any correspondence from me. It's silly to include all of this in here but I wanted you to know that this wasn't a spur of the moment decision to write you.

I hope you're well. There's no reason for me to believe you are not but I truly wish it. I'm not quite adjusted to the life of a privateer. I do enjoy it, never knowing what the new day will bring. More that I never know what trouble lies ahead. Some days it's strange to think of how scared I was to get into trouble as a young lad.

This seems like the best place to end this letter for now. I understand if you choose not to write me back. It shouldn't have taken so long to write you.

Mal

Drusilla | Buffy: the Vampire Slayer

[missedith]

[The envelope seal is covered in what you can only hope is simply a lipstick kiss, not blood. Spoiler alert: It's probably blood.]

𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓪 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮.
𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓵𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓼, 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓭𝓲𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝓫𝓾𝓻𝓷.
𝓘𝓽 𝓯𝓮𝓵𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓴𝓲𝓷.
𝓘𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱.
𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰.

𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓭𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓲𝓽 𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓼?


-𝓓𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓪