Seeing the letting on the ground, Gil rushed forward to pick it up, stumbling over the words stamped across the front until he finally discerned their meaning. Someone's letter had been sent back? Well, he needed to figure out where it belonged! It was okay to take a peek to check the author, right?
He sat down in the hall, back against the wall, and tried to read it. A few times. But cursive was hard to read, and he still hadn't learned a lot of the letters yet.
After rushing back to his room for a pen, he soon returned back to the hall with the letter placed back on the floor. There was a footnote to the letter as follows, the letters drawn shakily, as if the writer wasn't used to holding a pen yet:
here is your letter back. this was hard to reed. but if yu love somone show them. lieing isnt nice.
She found her letter on the floor an hour later opened and with child-like handwriting on the bottom of the page.
A child? She wondered if it were Gilbert or Vincent. They were the only children she knew to be here.
She found a new piece of paper and wrote on it this time in print. The writer was a child so she responded genuinely, and simply with a single word and left it in the spot where the child had left the letter. She had more than one question with that response, but she kept it short.
A while later, Gilbert came across the new piece of paper on the floor, frowning distrustfully up and down the hallway before walking up and reading it. A short trip back to his room to get a pen, and the paper was once again left on the ground, the following written underneath the question:
just do nise things for them. make shure they ar happy. always.
Gilbertine frowned at the letter-this almost seemed like something Miss Sharon write, especially given the neat and precise hand. The romantic nature was a good tip off too. Miss Sharon was not so bitter however, no this was someone else.
Gilbertine responded in her less neat but still legible hand;
You are asking for trouble asking someone else to define this for you. When you have it, you will know. That is all there is to it.
The paper when returned would hold a faint tobacco smell as Gilbertine had handled it after smoking. It was unsigned because Gilbertine rather not have this traced back to her as she did not know who she was communicating with.
She saw the paper on the floor and picked it up out of curiosity. When she read the frst part and noted the handwriting, she knew it was her sister. She knew better than anyone. This was one of her little games. It made Alyss sad.
She read the writing underneath it and frowned. It was not like her to feel down, but she felt compelled to answer back, either for herself or her sister, she wasn't sure.
What if I think that that is what it is but I'm not sure? How can I be sure if no one tells me? I've never known for sure. Does that mean I've never been loved?
She could smell the tobacco. It smelled like Gilbertine. It was the only person she knew that smoked, so it was her first guess.
Gil frowned, god how was she supposed to even answer this? It seemed rude and perhaps even mean to leave this person hanging. Especially as it was probably a young girl. Though she had never been this sort of girl.
Before I meant that only you can know if you love someone. Knowing if that person loves you...is harder. You can ask, but you may be lied to. You can be told you are loved and be lied to.
Just, don't worry about it. The truth always becomes apparent eventually.
The last line could have also been a lie, but Gil could impart hope where she had none.
She frowned at the writing. She didn't know though. She barely had anything to compare it to. -And she wasn't sure for Alice, or herself. Nothing was really certain.
Save for one thing, and that was that she didn't have a lot of time, or at least, her sister didn't. That woman, Miranda Barma, that had visited her had assured her sisters suspicions that something was going to happen and that it would probably be bad.
Alyss never participated in what Alice would worry over, but she wasn't ignorant of everything either. She couldn't afford to be. Her sister was her only access to Jack.
I don't think I have much time.
She answered in her sister's place.
Jack was important to her. She wondered, did she love Jack? Jack seemed to like being around her, at least, he smiled more than anyone else who had met her. Did Jack love her? It was a concept as lost on Alyss as it was Alice.
The letter was intriguing. All that love nonsense wasn't his area, but he was somewhat amused by the sender's frank admittance of their own lies, the way they built several personas for themselves and committed to none of them. Break was hardly the right person to ask about love, but he couldn't resist the temptation to reply anyway. He'd like to find out more about the mysterious sender.
Dear Liar,
You really shouldn't ask that sort of question. People who want to define love rarely understand it. Besides, who's to say they'll be honest with you?
She smirked. It wasn't the response she expected, but it was interesting, and she was happy to reply if only to kill her boredom. She decided to follow the author's approach.
Dear Liar,
Everyone lies. Everyone is dishonest. I write this knowing that.
It makes me wonder, someone who can be so straight forward about it as you are-can you not give me a straight forward answer?
I'd like to hear it. At least I know it will be dishonest, correct?
He was trying to think of the women that might be trapped in this house, presuming it was a woman as the letter implied. He knew Alice was here, but she certainly wouldn't have written this-- it sounded too intelligent. The Rainsworths might be around, but it didn't sound like any of them and he'd recognize the handwriting anyway. Kevin had mentioned the Will of the Abyss, but Kevin had also just come from the abyss and wasn't entirely right in the head. Or perhaps it was one of the Baskervilles? And there was always the possibility that this wasn't anyone in the house at all. The mansion did like to play tricks on them.
Dear Stranger,
Oh, but isn't that a predicament. If I give you an answer then I don't understand it, and if I can't give you an answer then I'm ignorant. So instead, why don't you tell me; what do you gain from hearing lies about love?
She had to read it a couple of times and check the handwriting to know it was from 'A Liar'.
Dear Someone Curious,
Direction. Amusement.
Moving forward, if even in the wrong direction, is better than standing still. If not, I at least have something to do outside of waiting to be sent home from this wretched place.
Signed, Someone Like You, Perhaps
She had been standing still for a long time. Any direction that was taken could be marked in her life like a timeline with dates of the few people who had changed that. Still, she lied to herself that it didn't really matter, because this was her game, and she was the one making the rules and no one else.
Love? A letter asking for love? She was taught how to read a write properly but never really had much of a chance to use it...maybe this time she would be able to put it to good use. The words in this letter felt so familiar, and whoever wrote it was probably just like her...except she felt that she has been blessed with knowing what love is now.
She found a nearby pen and pondered a bit before writing...
I believe that you will simply know when you have it and it doesn't matter if your poor or lonely...it will come
She wasn't sure what else to write so she returned the letter to it's proper place, forgetting the format of what a letter should look like.
I suppose this will be a better start before we decide to let them meet face to face ;;;
Alyss opened the letter and read the part that was written below her sister's handwriting. She was grateful other people were answering, as it likely would be good for her sister to hear, but they were all saying the same things. she wondered how even they could be confident.
What if you think you know, but you're not sure?
She was thinking of Jack, of course. He was the only person that seemed to like her, at least she thought so. He made her happy, and she hoped that he was happy thanks to her, too, but she was never sure. She had nothing to compare it to, really.
There was something odd about this reply; it was almost like a reflection of her own feelings. If Jack hadn't explained that they were now living together and that he will always be there it would be the same exactly question on her mind.
It depends on how that person makes you feel...how do you feel around this person?
Cheshire paused. A piece of folded human parchment? The cat did not read or write during any sort of lifetime - he had no time for such human tomfoolery. He wanted to eat the rat he'd just cornered and caught in a room. But still, through the scent of blood and dead rodent he caught the smell of his Alyss. Intrigued, he dropped the rat from his mouth and bent toward the paper, getting on all fours for better observation. With a thick and long claw he ripped the outer shell of the letter open and pulled it apart with his mouth and tongue
( ... )
Comments 35
He sat down in the hall, back against the wall, and tried to read it. A few times. But cursive was hard to read, and he still hadn't learned a lot of the letters yet.
After rushing back to his room for a pen, he soon returned back to the hall with the letter placed back on the floor. There was a footnote to the letter as follows, the letters drawn shakily, as if the writer wasn't used to holding a pen yet:
here is your letter back. this was hard to reed. but if yu love somone show them. lieing isnt nice.
Reply
A child? She wondered if it were Gilbert or Vincent. They were the only children she knew to be here.
She found a new piece of paper and wrote on it this time in print. The writer was a child so she responded genuinely, and simply with a single word and left it in the spot where the child had left the letter. She had more than one question with that response, but she kept it short.
How?
Reply
just do nise things for them. make shure they ar happy. always.
Reply
How do I know that I love them? How do I know they love me?
Reply
Gilbertine responded in her less neat but still legible hand;
You are asking for trouble asking someone else to define this for you. When you have it, you will know. That is all there is to it.
The paper when returned would hold a faint tobacco smell as Gilbertine had handled it after smoking. It was unsigned because Gilbertine rather not have this traced back to her as she did not know who she was communicating with.
Reply
She read the writing underneath it and frowned. It was not like her to feel down, but she felt compelled to answer back, either for herself or her sister, she wasn't sure.
What if I think that that is what it is but I'm not sure? How can I be sure if no one tells me? I've never known for sure. Does that mean I've never been loved?
She could smell the tobacco. It smelled like Gilbertine. It was the only person she knew that smoked, so it was her first guess.
Reply
Before I meant that only you can know if you love someone. Knowing if that person loves you...is harder. You can ask, but you may be lied to. You can be told you are loved and be lied to.
Just, don't worry about it. The truth always becomes apparent eventually.
The last line could have also been a lie, but Gil could impart hope where she had none.
Reply
Save for one thing, and that was that she didn't have a lot of time, or at least, her sister didn't. That woman, Miranda Barma, that had visited her had assured her sisters suspicions that something was going to happen and that it would probably be bad.
Alyss never participated in what Alice would worry over, but she wasn't ignorant of everything either. She couldn't afford to be. Her sister was her only access to Jack.
I don't think I have much time.
She answered in her sister's place.
Jack was important to her. She wondered, did she love Jack? Jack seemed to like being around her, at least, he smiled more than anyone else who had met her. Did Jack love her? It was a concept as lost on Alyss as it was Alice.
Reply
Dear Liar,
You really shouldn't ask that sort of question. People who want to define love rarely understand it. Besides, who's to say they'll be honest with you?
Signed,
A Liar
Reply
Dear Liar,
Everyone lies. Everyone is dishonest. I write this knowing that.
It makes me wonder, someone who can be so straight forward about it as you are-can you not give me a straight forward answer?
I'd like to hear it. At least I know it will be dishonest, correct?
Signed,
Someone Like You, Perhaps
Reply
Dear Stranger,
Oh, but isn't that a predicament. If I give you an answer then I don't understand it, and if I can't give you an answer then I'm ignorant. So instead, why don't you tell me; what do you gain from hearing lies about love?
Signed,
Someone Curious
Reply
Dear Someone Curious,
Direction. Amusement.
Moving forward, if even in the wrong direction, is better than standing still. If not, I at least have something to do outside of waiting to be sent home from this wretched place.
Signed,
Someone Like You, Perhaps
She had been standing still for a long time. Any direction that was taken could be marked in her life like a timeline with dates of the few people who had changed that. Still, she lied to herself that it didn't really matter, because this was her game, and she was the one making the rules and no one else.
Reply
She found a nearby pen and pondered a bit before writing...
I believe that you will simply know when you have it and it doesn't matter if your poor or lonely...it will come
She wasn't sure what else to write so she returned the letter to it's proper place, forgetting the format of what a letter should look like.
I suppose this will be a better start before we decide to let them meet face to face ;;;
Reply
What if you think you know, but you're not sure?
She was thinking of Jack, of course. He was the only person that seemed to like her, at least she thought so. He made her happy, and she hoped that he was happy thanks to her, too, but she was never sure. She had nothing to compare it to, really.
You're so right~
Reply
It depends on how that person makes you feel...how do you feel around this person?
Reply
Happy. Like everything will be okay, no matter what.
Only Alyss would know how to talk to Alyss. <3
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment