My Darling Girl,
We used to write on vellum when we required attention to the importance of our words. Your words are always most important to me so I find it befitting that they are scribbled on such fabric.
We all were wrong to call it home. We were all abandoned. The Lady of Iron… If it is where I presume it is… If only I knew you were there… Why would you wait there? There was nobody to care for you. Did you not know they cared for nobody but themselves? Though… I did not know either. Alas, we all left. It is how we learn, is it not? We now know where to go, whom to go to.
I wish I had a cure for your heart darling. I have not the mind for it. All I know is what you would know. Should you find a vein of Malkav stronger than yours, you would know what to do. In the meanwhile, keep whispering to her. Some do hear it.
My home is yours when you can come find me. I am where I should be, at home where I walk halls of mirrors. I will wait until you do and let those of roses know of you so they will recognize my girl when they see her, and I will tell them not to let you in the hall without me so our mirrors remain intact befitting us. You know how cracked mirrors would disturb some of my own.
I long to hear songs of a Blue Bird and screams of a Raven.
Until you do…
29 July 2013
I can’t find him. I’ve been looking darling. I’ve been looking all over the place for him and Nadya, but I was told Nadya is no more. That perishes the first avenue of survival. Of course it wasn’t the only option, or more important than my own survival skills, which were rusty indeed, but it was the easiest to start with. Finding Nadya would have helped find my bearings and learn what’s what and who’s who here. Not in the cards.
I found Rachel last night. apparently she took another trip to hell and it appears a fae called her back, or so it seemed from the way she served the girl. She may be a demon but she was once one of ours. I would help her if I could.
Oh! I saw Bella and Asreal too last night. I don’t understand what goes on here. There are more and more people from Romania. I wonder if there’s some sort of connection. I should look into it once I find my way around the place and ensure my survival.
I went to the castle yesterday. Yes, the castle. A new one appeared where the old one disappeared. Odd place indeed. There are beds to sleep in so I did take advantage even though I couldn’t find any managers or care takers. Next on list should be clothing. I’ll be looking around for clothing in the castle and if I can’t find any i’ll look for fabrics to make some. At least I would have something to do other than look around for someone whose presence is doubtful.
Chéri, I think I am cursed. Do you think someone may have put one on me? I am tired of these weird places I keep ending up in, and the odd circumstances. All the people who take pieces of me… It’s tiring. I think I shall never leave Paris again once I manage to get back there.
I’ll go to bed now. Sleep well darling.
The parchment words scribbled on, need to find the excuse of the eyes that read such things.
Paper is sparse in the place we reside, So now hands hold skin of the man who tried to wrong us.
Poppy, We know such disgust and discourse will find you at this revelation but words make more sense in the opposite of white, so treat his skin as if your own as you caress the words pressed into it.
My heart and I ran again. We know. We are sorry. After the place we called home crumbled for us, it were no longer safe. They left us Poppy. With Sticks in our Chest and The lady of Iron surrounding.
… My heart still does not beat…
Every day I stand by her and touch her throat, her face.. I whisper to her, all the little things that change and the bigger things that stay the same.
Still she does not wake.
I must keep her safe Poppy, as much as desire calls for her mothers hands, I must keep her safe. One Day we shall return a whole. One day the Raven shall open her eyes and scream in her glory.
For now though.
For now we remain alone.. Together.
Ryhte Worshypfull Archbishop, my humbel duty remembered, hopinge in the Almyghty of thine health and prosperjty whych on my knees I beseech him to long continve granting vpon thine person.
I thank thee heartily for the tydings thou hast parted in thine laste leter. I beg thy forgiuenes for not wryting the long leter thou deservest, but it was muche to my surpryze, to heer my presince in court is requested by His Maiesty the King for the matir of negotjation of the marryge of his son the Duke of Cornwal. I doe beleeve thy Grayce to haue giveth counsell in the matir and thank thou moste heartilye and humblye for the gestir. I am prepayring to departe from Nottingham anon. However, I am to part with thee the tydings of a birthe, wych delais me. My goode wyfe hast given byrthe to a gyrl thys nyte. Aye. The Lord hast seen it unworthye of thine humbel freend to haue a son. I wyll not despayre o’er it for my wyfe is young and shall bear me sons anon. The gyrl remynds me of my syster Isabele. I doe hope thou wilst see her one day, befor we com to thee for thine moste precius advyse for her etucaytion. Alas, I shall be leeving Nottingham in twoo days tyme insteed of tumorow.
Thus I comitt Your Grayce to God’s goode protection.
Your Grayce’s e’er assuryd freend Lord Christophir Loctin
From my house in Nottingham this xxviii of January 1543
To my worshipful goode Syster,
I hope with al my heart that thou art in the Lord’s goode grace and art fortunate and healthy. I wryte to part with thee the tydings wch we haue been all expectinge. My lord husbande and I are most pleasede to inform thee that I have gjven birth to a baby gyrl yester nyght. Lord Loctin hast named her Gabrielle after his French mother and Mae after our owne most noble mother. Gabrielle Mae Loctin is a tiny girl withe red haire lyke her father’s syster and browne eies like myne, appearinge to haue an elegante covntenance.
My good syster, I hoped and prayed the Almyghty allowe me to give my husbande an heir. Alas, the Lord hast chosen to grante us a daughter for our firstborne. I am heavy with disappointmente. Lord Loctin will not sayeth anything but I do belieeve he woulde be happier were I to give byrth to a boy. I pray I woulde anon presente him withe the heir he deserveth.
We woulde haue thou visit us anon and enioy the air of the covntry and see thyne dutyfule njece.
This withe my kindeste commende to thou and to thine lord husbande, wishinge thee al fortune, I reste thy lovyng syster and thus commit thee to God’s goode protection.
From my house in Nottingham this xxix of January 1543