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 Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2015 2:33 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2015 6:14 pm
Pressure Building
Dear Viveka,
It's been ages since we've had to write to each other. Wasn't the last time when dad was attacked? I don't remember, I'm too tired to. Life here in Jauhar has reached that point, I'm afraid. It's hard to get up in the morning lately, you know? ... Of course you don't, you sleep in like a baby. Nevermind, let me cut to the chase.
I can't take this anymore, they're driving me insane. My kid's the most ungrateful brat I've ever had the misfortune of dealing with, and his little flirt of a mother isn't doing jack about it. He gets to do whatever the hell he wants because mommy says so, and it's like, I don't have a goddamn say in the matter. I've been put in the corner so many times, I can't take it anymore. I've taken to the bottle, Viv, like, I'm probably pushing three as I'm writing this. The stress around here is just too much. I'm worried that I won't be able to stop. I've tried just about every other soothing tactic in the book, but none of it's working. I keep thinking about how she just... Dances so freely around these men. It's like... I'm not even there. I'm her husband, Viv, I should be the only one she dances around... Or is that selfish? God, I'm such a mess, dad would be so ashamed.
Can I come up to visit? I know dad's busy travelling, but how's Sauti? Can I roost there for a while, until my family here decides to appreciate me a little more? Heh, I'm not even sure if that can happen, but it helps to have hope, right? A little shred of light to hold onto when everything else seems dark...
Get back to me soon, I can't deal with it much longer, it's not good for my health.
Love,
Rastian
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2015 6:16 pm
Saying Goodbye
Dear Senja and Sakhile,
You might have noticed that I wasn't in bed this morning, but you've had such a busy week, I'm sure you slept right through this. My brother has agreed to let me stay with him at the edge of Sauti in the inn that he and Natsu live in. I'll be reachable by letters through the aid of either Yaholo or Pahana in Yera, they'll see to it that your letters reach me within a week of being sent. If I don't reply quickly, assume that I'm busy healing or otherwise preoccupied, and I'll get back to you as soon as possible. In the meantime, please carry on as if I'm not there, as you always do.
I'm sure you have plenty of food for the length of time I'll be gone and you'll want for nothing, so I'm not worried. You wouldn't care if I was worried about you anyway, though, I've come to understand that. Neither of you care about my feelings and disregard me in everything I do, which is why I'm taking this break. Honestly, if you don't write to me, I won't be surprised. You're both too preoccupied with yourselves to care. All you want to do is stay miles away from me and I'm weary of it. You might have noticed the bottles littered along the floor? The extra hours I've spent cleaning? Perhaps the things I've bought you? No, you're blind, both of you are blind and ungrateful.
Maybe I'm getting too far into this, I'm not sure. All I know is that I'm sick of being mistreated by you. All I ask for is your safety and appreciation, but I get snide remarks and disapproval in return. I've trained as a healer for many years now, and if I tell you to stop doing something, it isn't a challenge to continue. That was for you Sakhile. I hope you enjoy your travels with complete strangers who can use you however you like. You have no concept of life or danger yet. I'll just have to accept that you'll learn the hard way, just like I did. You'll learn to scrape at the dirt and beg just like me. You'll learn to appreciate the food you eat, the things you're given, and the people who love you. Just not now, but one day.
As for you, Senja, I'm sure you'll find some way to occupy yourself. What, with all the men in Neued biting for your attention, it won't be long until you find a new husband. One tall, dark, rugged, perhaps? Not someone who cares about your health. No, he'll treat you like a trophy, something he's won or earned. Men like them are disgusting pigs, but if that's what you're into, I won't bother standing in their way anymore. Go ahead, give them all you got. I don't care. Dance, sing, and charm them, but remember... Remember that none of them will ever treat you as well as I have!
... I'll leave this letter as it stands. Take care of yourselves, you selfish children.
Sincerely,
Rastian
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2015 6:20 pm
Merry Be And Drink
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