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 Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2011 9:52 am
A Letter to a Nix
My dearest, darlingist Gabrian, (shaddup, you know you love it)
Well, it's been a few days now and I'm still here at school. Everyone else has pretty much gone home for the summer break, but seeing as how I don't really feel like giving my parents another excuse to torment me, I decided to stay here. But you already knew that, so here I am, writing to you to say hi.
Also that I miss you. It's kinda lonely here at school without anyone actually here with me. You and Alessa and LW all went home, and Jove went back to his caretaker's. I know there are a few still lingering about, but no one that I really know, which makes it kinda...you know, sad.
...or maybe pathetic, one or the other.
It's too quiet here; we both know how much I love to sleep, and I can sleep through practically anything, but right now the quiet just sort of...I dunno, gets to me. I suppose it has a little to do with the fact that you guys aren't here to keep me company, Alessa and I are no longer together, and my parents told me they would have rather seen me dead. All in all, it's not exactly a very fun time.
Would you care very much if I visited you? I mean. I know you need family time and whatnot, and right now is supposed to be your time with them and everything, but you're my best friend and I miss having you around. Not to mention my bed feels significantly bigger without one of you guys in it.
...that sounded kind of dirty but you know what I meant. My pillow pile is pretty lonely too. I think I've just grown too used to having one of you guys in the room with me when I sleep, so when I wake up and look around and none of you are there it makes me kind of antsy. Not to mention the quiet. Jack, but it's so damn quiet here; I think I'm gonna go crazy after a while. Rhys has already started to drive me up a wall, and I'm not sure how much longer it'll take before I try to throw him out the window.
...not that I would ever really do that, of course.
Hey, Gabrian...do you think I treated Alessa badly? I mean, we were together for six months and then I tell her that I'm not in love with her...I mean, I know she wasn't in love with me either, but do you think...do you think I was mean to just...break up with her like that? She seemed okay with it; she didn't cry (at least not in front of me, which I'm grateful for) and I know she still loves me and that I love her...just...not in that way.
It kind of hurts a little. Not that I regret doing it, because we both know this is what's best for us and where we both need to be going, but at the same time there's a part of me that feels sorta...empty.
I need something to fill that emptiness. And the fact that I don't know what to do with myself while I'm here alone.
Come visit me, okay? And if I'm allowed, I'll come visit you too. Maybe somehow I'll be able to feel less blah about everything and be able to get rid of this sort of gap I have now.
I hope you're doing well, Sir Snake
Questioningly yours,
Ren
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 11:50 pm
A Letter to the Dancer Under the Moon
To the lovely Little-Wolfe Tamaroc,
Hello, dearest best friend! I trust you are doing well back at home with your three million brothers and two million sisters? If I recall correctly, you have quite the enormous family, so I hope that you're having a blast with them. I also hope you took BB home with you over the break; Jack knows that truly delightful creature wouldn't do well without you if you were gone, and I have the distinct feeling he would be terribly lonely here with him here at the school and you at home having fun without him.
...though my judgment may or may not be clouded, considering that the last time I saw the little bugger he was attempting to eat my tail, so maybe I just didn't want him roaming the school while I'm here and totally vulnerable to more sneak attacks.
MOVING ON. How is it being back home, darling? I know it's probably eons more dull than it is here; I mean, how often do you go on an island adventure and get thrown overboard twice, stabbed through the hand, killed, brought back to life, and then have to take an exam fighting an evil, man-eating boat where the only weapons you have are a slingshot and some rubber duckies?
...oh wait, that was me. BUT ANYWAY. All joking aside, I'm certain you're having a lovely time. I do miss your beautiful face, silly. It's weird being at school without all of you here with me. Sometimes I wake up and wonder why the room seems so empty, and then I remember that you guys are all at home. It's a strange feeling, but I have to keep reminding myself that it's only for a few weeks and then everyone will be back.
...okay, maybe a bit longer than a few weeks, but maybe I'll come visit you. I mean; if you'll let me, that is, and your family won't mind a certain sleepy gryphon coming to harass his best friend. I hope they don't, anyway, so don't be startled if the gryphon in question winds up on your doorstep.
Anyway, my dear, I'm afraid it's getting late and I should really wind this down now. Sorry this letter is a tad shorter than I had originally intended it to be, but Rhys keeps bothering me and I really should sleep now before he throws my clothes out the window again for not giving him his late night snack (damn lepus).
Give my love to Alessa and Gabrian if you talk to them, okay? And you as well, of course.
Affectionately yours,
Ren
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Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2011 12:49 pm
A letter to a Beautiful Rabbit
Most wonderful Alessa,
Greetings my lovely and dear friend! I am writing to you from the comfort of my truly delightful dorm room here at Amityville High. The clouds are high, the sky is blue, the birds are singing, and -
Okay not really at all, it's just a normal day here. You know, drizzly skies and a bit of grey rain. Just a typical day here at Amityville.
Except. You know. Without certain people around. Namely you and LW and Gabrian and the rest of my friends. It's a little quiet here, I suppose, but not too bad. Yesterday Rhys and I were wandering around the hallways trying to figure out what we wanted to eat for lunch, and we ran across one of those cleaning gnomes that make your bed for you and feed your pets while you're away on horrendous field trips where you get thrown overboard and nearly drown on vacation. He didn't say much - nothing at all, in fact, but he did give us a really dirty look.
...that might have been because Rhys had been outside and was traipsing mud all over his nicely clean carpet, but I digress.
At any rate, we had lunch outside, underneath the tree where you and I met and you were reading those dirty romances that you like to pretend you don't. It made me smile because you helped me find Rhys that one time too.
...I'm sorry, Alessa. For, you know. Breaking up with you right before prom. That was a bad move on my part, but I know we both know this is what we need and what's best for us.
And I'm sorry for all the times I tried to "be a hero." I know I've said that before, but I promise I will back down the next time we're being attacked by weird hooded men with giant scythes and knives and get the hell out of there before anything happens to us.
How is it being at home, darling? I know you and your parents perhaps don't have...the best relationship, but I hope you're doing well; and I do hope you realize that I miss your beautiful face and your smile while I'm here at school with only a grumpy, emo lepus to keep me company.
I miss your cooking too. Do you know how hard it is to boil a pot of water without it steaming up the entire room? I thought I had killed something.
But that's beside the point.
Come visit me, okay? And I'll come visit you, if I can.
Be safe, my dear! And write me back when you can. <3
Charmingly yours,
Ren
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 7:15 pm
Ren had not planned on going home for the summer break.
In fact, he had vehemently decided against going back; especially since his parents were...well, what they were. Not to mention that without Medieval there to act as a buffer (pathetic though she was at it, since most of the time she tended to side with their parents), he would have to deal with the gryphon family head on. And he was not about to do that.
So why was he sitting on a train, on his way to the home he had secretly hoped to never see again?
It had started with a letter.The Letter Ren -
I need your help.
- Medieval.
This entire internal debate took several minutes to untangle itself.
Which was how, about an hour later, Ren had found himself slumped into the plush seat of a train, on his way back home.
It was absurd, really; a rash decision that he should have spent more time considering, but instead he had just leapt without bothering about the consequences. And now that he had time to think about it, Ren had determined one very important thing:
He was very, very stupid.
What was he thinking, going back to visit his family home? The gryphon household was massive; an expansive mansion built up of pristine white walls and pillars, vibrantly emerald grass surrounding it, elegant fixtures and elaborate decorations. And then, of course, were the two people that called themselves his parents.
Ren would have rather been sent to detention.
There was a screech of metal on metal as the train came slowly to a stop, spitting sparks from the steel. Ren grabbed his bag and carefully made his way down the grated steps, steam billowing from the train's exhaust and smearing across the dusky grey sky. The station was several miles away from his home, but once he had moved away from the platform, enormous spotted wings spread out, Ren propelling himself upwards with one great flap. It took little to no effort to figure out where he was going, and within moments he was soaring over the massive building that was his family home.
It took him a little bit of wrestling internally with himself to actually decide to land, but Ren gave a small sigh of resignation and lighted onto the dew spattered grass, his booted feet making wet footprints as he stepped up onto the front dais. He did not bother to knock; after all, this was - or rather, it had been - his house too, at some point. He did not consider it his home by any means, but since some of his possessions were still gathering dust here, it was sort of his place of residence.
Sort of. Though Ren planned on changing that as soon as he could, though how he was not sure. He knew Gabrian would have allowed him to move in in a heartbeat, and so, probably, would have LW and Alessa and even Jove, but he could not be certain that their families would have agreed as well. And he could not take the chance of making a bad impression on the families of his closest friends, so he had not asked, nor even implied. This was his situation to deal with, after all; no one else needed to be involved in the idiotic drama that surrounded his own upbringing.
The front door swung open silently as Ren stepped in, making no noise on the glossy white tile floor. His tail switched; a maid had stepped out of the kitchen, looking startled at the sudden visitor, but Ren held a finger to his lips, shaking his head without a word. The maid - a ghoul only a little younger than he, with dull brown hair and big brown eyes (a mouse shifter whose name escaped him) hesitated, looking torn between following her hosts and telling them their son had arrived or keeping quiet.
Fortunately for the maid, her decision was made for her.
"Ren."
It was Medieval, coming through the door from the dining hall, her blonde hair - the exact same shade as Ren's - twisted up in a loose bun.
"You can go back to making lunch," she told the maid, who gave a nod and scurried away, out of sight.
Ren tilted his head, lifting a brow. "Why good afternoon, sister. It's a pleasure to see you as well. So delighted to have been invited home on such a wonderful occassion."
Medieval gave him a scornful look that bordered on exasperation. "Come on," she said cryptically, and motioned for him to follow her as she turned heel and disappeared down the hall, towards the back door.
For a moment, Ren didn't move; instead he stood there, eyes moving across the elaborate gold fixtures, the crystal chandeliers, the glossy chestnut wood staircase and the lush scarlet carpet. A house, not a home, filled with things that were not meant to be touched, only seen; a museum.
He sighed. Then he hoisted his bag higher over his arm, squared his shoulders, and followed his sister out the door.
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 7:48 pm
A Letter to a Faithful Puppy
Hello, little brother!
How are you? I hope you're doing well at your Caretaker's, having lots of fun planting mushrooms, and reading, and telling him all about school and your friends and this annoying boil who's proclaimed himself to be your older brother and won't stop pestering you or giving you hugs and kisses.
However, this annoying older boil does miss you quite terribly. I'm not used to sleeping alone, you know? I like waking up to find a pair of glowing, pale blue eyes peeking out from under my bed, or a tumble of red or green hair on my pillow pile. It's weird; before I came to Amityville, all I wanted was to be alone. But now...well, let's just say it's a little strange and slightly unnerving.
Guess where I am now, little brother? The last place you'll expect - my house. That's right, I'm writing to you from the desk of my old room. It's surreal, being back here, since I swore the only time I'd ever come back would be to get my things. But somehow Medieval coerced me into returning. It's pathetic, really; she thinks she can get what she wants, even after everything she's done to me.
But I'm probably confusing you. Let me start at the beginning.
I got a letter from Medieval while I was staying at the school over the break. All it said was "I need your help." Very puzzling, and I almost decided not to care, but she is my sister, and in the end I gave in and decided to go.
When I got here, everything was...weird. She took me out to the back for a conversation, and somehow we ended up in the greenhouse...
"I need your help," Medieval said, once we were situated. She didn't say for what, though, and for a few moments it was just quiet. Then, finally, since it was blatantly obvious she wasn't about to explain, I said "...ye-es?"
She had gotten me a glass of water, herself one too, and now stood twisting her fingers around the stem of the glass. There was another pause. Then she said "Mum and Dad were thinking of sponsoring a child."
I have to say, this wasn't what I had expected at all, and I nearly choked. After a bit of sputtering and coughing and some very attractive hacking on my part, I managed to get out "You're kidding, right."
Medieval gave me a look that clearly said no, she was not kidding, what on earth was I thinking? "Mother says it's necessary since you won't talk to them."
I gave her a very stupefied look. "What in the name of Jack does that even mean? Sponsoring a child how, exactly?"
She shrugged. "Something about providing the funds and supplies necessary for a 'proper school education.' I guess in the way that companies do that for professional sports teams and stuff?"
It was all so weird. I was trying very hard to understand just exactly what my sister was saying, and trying to figure out if it was just as creepy as it sounded, when I realized something else.
"Wait. You said they 'were' thinking of it. 'Were,' as in past-tense."
She nodded. "Yes. They decided against it after all."
I stared at her. "Then what in Jack's name do you need me for? If they've already decided to not do this really weird and creepy thing, then - "
"Mother is pregnant."
This time I really did choke. The glass dropped from my fingers, shattering on the floor of the greenhouse with a loud clatter and spraying water all over my new boots. Eyes watering, throat burning, it took me a few moments to collect myself, and when I finally managed to look up at Medieval I saw, for the first time, an expression that wasn't stone cold. But what exactly it was, I'm not entirely sure. A mixture of anxiety, worry, anger, frustration and...something else. Something else I couldn't exactly read.
After that, she left. Just left me, standing in the greenhouse, completely in a stupor. It took all of my self control just to drag myself up to my room and hide away in here. My parents have not yet figured out that I returned to the house, and Medieval has so far instructed the staff to not say a word. I will reveal myself when the time comes (if I even have to; perhaps I can sneak out unnoticed), but...
Pregnant. My mother is pregnant. This completely throws me off, Jove. What am I supposed to do? I can't stand to have another child be raised in this household, but it's not like I can do anything to stop that either. Medieval, despite her own issues, understands at least that this is not a good thing. But neither of us can think of a thing to do about it.
I'm sorry to dump all of this on you, Jove. I didn't mean to go all serious on you. I really sincerely hope you're having a wonderful time at home with your caretaker. How is it there? Have you done a lot of exciting things yet? Gotten any letters from friends? Perhaps I'll be able to visit sometime, if I can manage to figure things out.
I love you! Be safe.
Fluffily yours,
Ren
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