Love Letter Meme

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I return from my LARP weekend battered, bruised and triumphant; I fought demons and undead on a sprained ankle for two days, and my character survived but lost an arm. Good times. I now have a day of delicious bed-rest, and so I throw this meme at you which was stolen from keep_them_safe:

Reply with the name of one any of my characters and one any of yours, and I'll write a love letter from mine to yours.

(NOTE: The feral is a stubborn muse and you may get a Hate Letter instead. Also, any pairings which have not been played out will automatically be meta.)

Comments

[pdxrain.livejournal.com]

Sounds like fun. OK you got your work cut out for you.

Jessie/Victor
Ariel&Jimmy/Victor
Lizzie/Victor
Mistress Jessie/Victor
Lilka/Zus
Nadya/Nikolai
Morgan/Henry
Evie/Frank

Jessie/Victor

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Jessie -

Shit, where do I even start? I don't deserve you an' I never have. Y'already know that. I ain't never been good with women, an' I was stupid t'think I could learn to start now. Yeah, I been gone a few weeks, an' I ain't proud o' that. But I'm back now, an' I'm here to stay, if you'll have me.

Victor.

Re: Jessie/Victor

[pdxrain.livejournal.com]

*Wibble* Jessie read the note for a third time. Despite his faults, she did love him. She still loved him. And even if they hadn't been intentional, he was the father of her children.

Ariel & Jimmy / Victor

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Ariel, Jimmy -

I'm sorry. I don't even know what t'say. I ain't much of a father, huh? Whaddaya got t'be proud of? I'm good at huntin' an' killin' shit an' I knocked yer mother up by accident. As for 'bring yer kid to work day', forget it.

Guess there's more to bein' a dad then stickin' it in a woman an' waitin' for nine months.

Victor.

Lizzie/Victor

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Lizzie -

If I'd known then, what I know now - if I'd known that I'd still be here, rememberin' you, an' you'd be long-gone, prob'ly to a better place, prob'ly somewhere I ain't never gonna see ya again - if I'd known that, then... maybe things coulda been different.

I loved you.

We coulda been somethin', you an' me. I shoulda stayed with ya; I should been there when y'gave birth to our son, but I didn't know, I didn't know, an' I didn't know when y'were ill, an' I weren't there when y'took yer last breath - I ain't never gonna forgive myself for that. Sometimes I wonder if yer watchin' me from up there, watchin' an' shakin' yer head at everythin' I've done. I wish I could see ya again, just once. Just long enough to tell ya how much y'really meant to me.

Yours, ever yours, Victor.

*and this will soon be torn into shreds and burned, just in case anyone ever reads it*