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letter to louis
My dearest Louis,
You'll forgive me once more for being behind the times. I know this place offers us much easier ways to converse with each other, but I've always enjoyed the act of composition, whether that be music or a handwritten letter. You would probably find it funny that I once had to dictate letters to another in the absence of a proper education. I thought, too, that in the interest of your desire for you and I to simply be civil, a letter and distance felt the most appropriate course of action.
I hope you've been able to recover without incident. It hurt to see the evidence of how you suffered, and I still regret having not been able to find you. I shouldn't be so contrite, I know. You found safety and that's truly all that matters. At the very least, I was able to leave some Acolytes laying dead in the mountains for what they did. I realized upon being so near you again that it will take time for me to put distance between us. You have had the benefit of decades upon your resentment towards me to forget our life together in New Orleans. I've had only two months to achieve the same, and I still recall so vividly the way you looked at me as we danced at our last party. Perhaps it was the delirium of hunger. For a moment things felt the way the used to feel when we shared such gazes, and maybe it was the delirium of relief in seeing you safe that had me feeling the same way so recently. I confess, I wish the marks from your fangs were still there.
Will you tell me of Solvunn? I'm not dissatisfied to be placed in Thorne. There's a degree of luxury about this place. I despise being kept to the castle, of course. I'm far too used to having the ability to go where I please, though I cannot fault their hospitality. After some confused looks, I was finally able to secure myself a coffin. It isn't much, but I rest much easier as everyone goes about their day. The nights don't offer much stimulation. There are people about. In an effort to maintain some sanity I'm trying to make some acquaintances, it may help the time pass a little better. One man I've met plays music at a tavern in the city and suggested I do the same. It's been far too long since I performed for a pittance, but if I desire more freedom, then perhaps it's a burden worth bearing. I would like some day to try and see Hayle. It appears to be the height of the arts in Thorne, and, from what I've read, has a reasonable population of vampires. The climate leaves something to be desired. Nothing can ever be exactly perfect, though, can it?
I won't bore you any longer. I hope, at least, you will let me know if you're feeling yourself again. I won't expect a letter in return so you may free yourself from any self-imposed obligation.
Yours, ever and always,
Lesta de Lioncourt
You'll forgive me once more for being behind the times. I know this place offers us much easier ways to converse with each other, but I've always enjoyed the act of composition, whether that be music or a handwritten letter. You would probably find it funny that I once had to dictate letters to another in the absence of a proper education. I thought, too, that in the interest of your desire for you and I to simply be civil, a letter and distance felt the most appropriate course of action.
I hope you've been able to recover without incident. It hurt to see the evidence of how you suffered, and I still regret having not been able to find you. I shouldn't be so contrite, I know. You found safety and that's truly all that matters. At the very least, I was able to leave some Acolytes laying dead in the mountains for what they did. I realized upon being so near you again that it will take time for me to put distance between us. You have had the benefit of decades upon your resentment towards me to forget our life together in New Orleans. I've had only two months to achieve the same, and I still recall so vividly the way you looked at me as we danced at our last party. Perhaps it was the delirium of hunger. For a moment things felt the way the used to feel when we shared such gazes, and maybe it was the delirium of relief in seeing you safe that had me feeling the same way so recently. I confess, I wish the marks from your fangs were still there.
Will you tell me of Solvunn? I'm not dissatisfied to be placed in Thorne. There's a degree of luxury about this place. I despise being kept to the castle, of course. I'm far too used to having the ability to go where I please, though I cannot fault their hospitality. After some confused looks, I was finally able to secure myself a coffin. It isn't much, but I rest much easier as everyone goes about their day. The nights don't offer much stimulation. There are people about. In an effort to maintain some sanity I'm trying to make some acquaintances, it may help the time pass a little better. One man I've met plays music at a tavern in the city and suggested I do the same. It's been far too long since I performed for a pittance, but if I desire more freedom, then perhaps it's a burden worth bearing. I would like some day to try and see Hayle. It appears to be the height of the arts in Thorne, and, from what I've read, has a reasonable population of vampires. The climate leaves something to be desired. Nothing can ever be exactly perfect, though, can it?
I won't bore you any longer. I hope, at least, you will let me know if you're feeling yourself again. I won't expect a letter in return so you may free yourself from any self-imposed obligation.
Yours, ever and always,
Lesta de Lioncourt