Annoux - Actually mailing your mail is for suckers.

Jul 02, 2012 14:05

[On a sheet of thin, whitish paper, in an angular scrawl.]

Mother,

I wanted to wish you and the family a happy Midsummer.

A lot has happened since the last time we talked. Some of it's been bad, but a lot of it's been really good too.



I can't even remember what I told you in my last letter. I didn't send it, so I guess it doesn't matter. I don't know if I'll send this one. I should.

I think I've been making friends, and I think things are starting to look up again. I think I'm starting to get things set straight, and get back on track. I think that scares me a little, even if it shouldn't.

I think all these things, but I'm not really sure of any of it. I guess that's normal.

I know people without a lot of doubt. But I know a lot more people with a lot of it. And me, I'm full of it, like tiny little worms in an apple.

I know some actions are evil. I know some people are too. But it's a lot less clear all of the sudden when the two mix in together. There's a person behind every action, but there's also a person standing in front of every consequence.

It's easy to get lost in trying to figure out where one ends and the other begins.

I had drinks with a warlock the other day. He's a magister, and he's really smart. You know, that sort of person where you'll be listening to them talk and the whole while all that you can think is how dumb you're sounding in reply? I guess that shouldn't be too surprising.

He didn't want to tell me about the warlockery the warlock thing what he does with the demons and the how he uses fel magic I mean about being a warlock. I guess he thought it'd spook me or something.

I told him it was okay, and that something like that shouldn't matter, and that it didn't. Now that I'm sober, I'm not really sure if I meant that? But I'm kind of stuck with it now?

I'm not going to pretend what he does is nice or pretty. Because the Legion isn't. Warlocks aren't. But a lot of things aren't pretty or nice, and they're still necessary. Warlocks have done a lot for Quel'thalas. And he's seemed like a pretty good person outside of it all.

He's done a lot for helping out R Daw Aren's sort-of-fiancee (he got arrested, it's a long story) and also for helping out the case against him. I haven't really talked to the other people involved, but I can only assume he's helping them too. He seems to care about helping people in general. Legitimately.

And that's good.

I'm starting to think it's maybe less of what you do, but why you do it.

That comes with its own problems, though. There's plenty of awful things that people do because they're think they're right. It doesn't make them any less awful.

I'm going to introduce him (the warlock, I mean) to Tel and Howsa (a very nice couple that you wouldn't at all approve of) once I figure out whether they're actually okay with the demons and green fire and the warlocking the succubus he lives with that sort of thing.

It's going to be kind of awkward if not. I sort of promised to get my friends to meet him and I don't have that many.

'So hey thanks for coming over! This is my cat, we hang out a lot. It's pretty badass. And you've met the rabbits!'

Anyway. I'm working at a restaurant now, and I'm continuing to take enchanting classes with from Magister D Des Duskwhisper. I'm looking forward to starting the hands-on projects soon. The other students are pretty nice, if you remember the Slickbrows, their daughter Tix is in my class.

I'm renting a room from a nice elderly man missing most of his face who almost never talks. He's a former ranger, and he doesn't mind me having the animals around, although keeping the bats away from his chimera was tricky at first.

He hasn't given me a key yet, which makes getting in when I get back from work a little bit trickier. He locks the door when he goes to sleep, and we're just starting to close up when he does that. The windows don't open from the outside, so I usually just wander around downtown for a while. I've been reading the books in the Hall of Respite - they have a lot of interesting things tucked away in there.

It's a little inconvenient, but I haven't asked about it because I'm not sure if it's intentional or he just forgot. I don't want to be rude, either way.

In other news, I think I'm going to start playing again. Right now I'm saving up for clamps to fix a violin that I was a fucking idiot and that a friend gave me. It's a really nice instrument, I just have to find a way to repair the neck. I'd like to try to do it myself, you know how pricy repair places can be, and it can't be all that hard.

I miss you. I don't really know what to say, other than that. A while ago, Howsa told me that family was what you made it. That to the Darkspear, all of the Horde's family now.

If that's the case, I suppose I have a lot of families. There's the Horde, there's the people that I love, there's the people that love me back, and then there's my blood. Sometimes they overlap, and sometimes they don't. And that's okay. I'm glad to have them, no matter what.

I miss you, but I'm not going to send this.

Stay safe,
-Annoux.

[The page has been carefully folded and placed in the trash.]

firewane, telystra, ineffectuelf, lyrennus, howsa, annoux

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