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homeless_pard) wrote2022-01-08 05:15 pm
homeless_pard) wrote2022-01-08 05:15 pm
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Dear R
Who: Ulf and Requiem
When: About the time the twins are 28 or so.
What: A goodbye letter.
Reequiem sighed, staring at the thick, hand pressed envelope in his hand. It had been in the Circus mail when they woke for the evening and he knew it didn't bode well. Given the number of stamps and marks on it, well, it had been returned a few times, the address hadn't changed for him for a while...but given how long it had been since he'd had a chance to speak to Ulf, well, certainly a few places since then.
"What now my friend?" he sighed, tucking the letter in his pocket until after he could feed. Best not to face things on an empty stomach. A few hours later and he couldn't really put it off any more.
R,
Writing this has been hard. She doesn't like me having free time even now, and that makes a full letter worth of tale something stolen in moments. She still plays at being a Council member, I think she'd growing bored with their games though and has started discussing trips. Reasons to leave again and go back home.
Back North to the snows and woods.
Since that horror in your American location all the Masters have been testing their people. Draining them harshly to see if they can live without a Master's energy. She drops me every morning before the sun rises, calling it 'tucking me in'. The truth is it used to hurt, but now it just feels peaceful, like properly falling asleep for the first time in ages. I don't think I need her supporting me, I could live without her, but who would want to?
Why did any of you choose to go on?
Oh Jean Claude I understand, he was always a lone stone in a storm, stubborn. But the rest? They have a list of your names on the walls now, traitors who all lived, through Jean Claude or on your own there.
It's inspiring, for some. Also fun to live long enough for your name to become a curse to others. Imagine that, Peaceful Death being a curse.
Funny world.
Funny, sad world and I do not want to go back to the North. I know how she thinks, she wants the old times of darkness and blood again, and that doesn't work in this modern setting we had to learn.
She wants to dance in the bloody snow as a village burns, but she forgets that there are vehicles now, and firemen. Police who will find her resting places.
And when we came South to meet all of you she said she wanted to go home when she had a sibling.
Very little scares me anymore, but the idea of turning another child for her amusement and twisting...
Requiem leaned against a wall and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "oh hell." He needed to show this to Jean Claude.
Jean Claude then he needed to sit and stare at a cup of tea with Khem probably...
...I suppose I'm writing this to say goodbye. If we go North we're not coming back, I'm going to ensure that. It's only fitting to tell you over the years you stood like a brother to me, and aided in me finding my sanity again after so long without. I have a favor to ask, only you have known my true name, when I fall with the little Master find my shield. It's at the Museum Asselt in the Netherlands, please take it and set it upon the waters with my name and maybe the gods will remember who I used to be.
Well, he'd had stranger requests from vampires that were simply done with life but robbing a museum was harder these years just like rampant slaughter honestly.
And it'd be a hell of a waste.
Hell. He didn't need to finish the letter, no, he needed to find Jean Claude now.
When: About the time the twins are 28 or so.
What: A goodbye letter.
Reequiem sighed, staring at the thick, hand pressed envelope in his hand. It had been in the Circus mail when they woke for the evening and he knew it didn't bode well. Given the number of stamps and marks on it, well, it had been returned a few times, the address hadn't changed for him for a while...but given how long it had been since he'd had a chance to speak to Ulf, well, certainly a few places since then.
"What now my friend?" he sighed, tucking the letter in his pocket until after he could feed. Best not to face things on an empty stomach. A few hours later and he couldn't really put it off any more.
R,
Writing this has been hard. She doesn't like me having free time even now, and that makes a full letter worth of tale something stolen in moments. She still plays at being a Council member, I think she'd growing bored with their games though and has started discussing trips. Reasons to leave again and go back home.
Back North to the snows and woods.
Since that horror in your American location all the Masters have been testing their people. Draining them harshly to see if they can live without a Master's energy. She drops me every morning before the sun rises, calling it 'tucking me in'. The truth is it used to hurt, but now it just feels peaceful, like properly falling asleep for the first time in ages. I don't think I need her supporting me, I could live without her, but who would want to?
Why did any of you choose to go on?
Oh Jean Claude I understand, he was always a lone stone in a storm, stubborn. But the rest? They have a list of your names on the walls now, traitors who all lived, through Jean Claude or on your own there.
It's inspiring, for some. Also fun to live long enough for your name to become a curse to others. Imagine that, Peaceful Death being a curse.
Funny world.
Funny, sad world and I do not want to go back to the North. I know how she thinks, she wants the old times of darkness and blood again, and that doesn't work in this modern setting we had to learn.
She wants to dance in the bloody snow as a village burns, but she forgets that there are vehicles now, and firemen. Police who will find her resting places.
And when we came South to meet all of you she said she wanted to go home when she had a sibling.
Very little scares me anymore, but the idea of turning another child for her amusement and twisting...
Requiem leaned against a wall and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "oh hell." He needed to show this to Jean Claude.
Jean Claude then he needed to sit and stare at a cup of tea with Khem probably...
...I suppose I'm writing this to say goodbye. If we go North we're not coming back, I'm going to ensure that. It's only fitting to tell you over the years you stood like a brother to me, and aided in me finding my sanity again after so long without. I have a favor to ask, only you have known my true name, when I fall with the little Master find my shield. It's at the Museum Asselt in the Netherlands, please take it and set it upon the waters with my name and maybe the gods will remember who I used to be.
Well, he'd had stranger requests from vampires that were simply done with life but robbing a museum was harder these years just like rampant slaughter honestly.
And it'd be a hell of a waste.
Hell. He didn't need to finish the letter, no, he needed to find Jean Claude now.