( Days come, days go, a whole country does both, too. She's days of exhausted poured into one small package when she gets back, frowning at the pile of her mail until she finally finds it. Postdated days ago. She's tearing it open, feeling like she should be apologizing to a piece a paper, even as she leaves a strewn trail of suitcases, purse, heels, in a line toward her bedroom door. Dropping her self on her bed, and pulling the edge of the cool comforter around her even still on top of it.
The words blur a little, and she's too tired to even roll over and make sure it's left safely on the bed table. Her bones too heavy to even take the time to wrap her hair, and her mind only circling one exhausted thought as her eyelids gave up the ghost. It's not funny. Or cute. He's not. Even if she would give her heart, anything, anything at all, whatever he even wanted, for those four words to be true.
He's not. And it's not something she wants him to joke about like it's nothing. Like, once upon a time, stupid and young, it hadn't been absolutely everything. She falls asleep pretending she isn't clutching the blanket to her chest.
It's still next to her, there on the other pillow, when she wakes up. )
Dear Luther,
People have truly weird opinions about names. She's hardly the only one with a name change out here. It just seems old and outdated to her. Something someone's grandmother would be named, or the name of someone you would play on the stage. But not the kind of name to dash up in lights, and posters, to roll off all jazzy and cool.
Maybe there are concerts like that out here somewhere. I suppose I haven't looked all that hard. The places I've gone I've been mostly dragged by other people. You'd probably already know everything about the music scene out here if you'd be better at knowing how to ferret that out. It never was my thing.
There's a lot to explore out here and there are always interesting people to meet. I've a little more free time right now than normal, but I've been toying with signing up for some more classes in the spring. I go to the gym several times a week. I'm still working my way through a long list of historical sights of past stars and moments all over this city. There's always more work than anything else.
But, I will say I take a perverse delight in watching tv, while eating takeout, in my pajamas every week or two, when I have the time, and no one has pictures of that. I almost wish they did. I'm sure Dad would hate it, and be certain I was living down to every expectation he ever had. But, honestly, it's the best.
Allison
P.S. I don't know. People. Princesses. Victorian novel characters. Long, long, long-dead people from Middles Ages Europe.
P.P.S Where do you go up to next after you've already upgraded yourself from a rogue to a noble?
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The words blur a little, and she's too tired to even roll over and make sure it's left safely on the bed table. Her bones too heavy to even take the time to wrap her hair, and her mind only circling one exhausted thought as her eyelids gave up the ghost. It's not funny. Or cute. He's not. Even if she would give her heart, anything, anything at all, whatever he even wanted, for those four words to be true.
He's not. And it's not something she wants him to joke about like it's nothing.
Like, once upon a time, stupid and young, it hadn't been absolutely everything.
She falls asleep pretending she isn't clutching the blanket to her chest.
It's still next to her, there on the other pillow, when she wakes up. )
People have truly weird opinions about names. She's hardly the only one with a name change out here. It just seems old and outdated to her. Something someone's grandmother would be named, or the name of someone you would play on the stage. But not the kind of name to dash up in lights, and posters, to roll off all jazzy and cool.
Maybe there are concerts like that out here somewhere. I suppose I haven't looked all that hard. The places I've gone I've been mostly dragged by other people. You'd probably
already know everything about the music scene out here if you'dbe better at knowing how to ferret that out. It never was my thing.There's a lot to explore out here and there are always interesting people to meet. I've a little more free time right now than normal, but I've been toying with signing up for some more classes in the spring. I go to the gym several times a week. I'm still working my way through a long list of historical sights of past stars and moments all over this city. There's always more work than anything else.
But, I will say I take a perverse delight in watching tv, while eating takeout, in my pajamas every week or two, when I have the time, and no one has pictures of that. I almost wish they did. I'm sure Dad would hate it, and be certain I was living down to every expectation he ever had. But, honestly, it's the best.
Allison
P.S. I don't know. People. Princesses. Victorian novel characters. Long, long, long-dead people from Middles Ages Europe.
P.P.S Where do you go up to next after you've already upgraded yourself from a rogue to a noble?