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[Private]
It could have been me. It could have been Frank. Oh, Fabian.. It's terrible.
And here I am, practically useless. I can't do magic, it goes all funny. I've got to hide my wand, otherwise I'll just try to use it, just to summon something. And then everything blows up. Of course, not always, but it's nerve wracking playing that guessing game. What if I was trying to do something important? Away with the wand, then.
So, paperwork and uselessness. That's what I do. And I've all this time to think... I really shouldn't. I worry about Frank, and what might happen to him. I know he can take care of himself, but when I'm not there I imagine all these horrible things. I can't even breathe properly until I've seen him again safe and sound.
It feels really funny trying to pick out names, given the climate of the world. It just doesn't seem right.
I'm fond of Catherine, though, for a girl. I'd really like a girl.
Or a boy. I just want to hold my baby. This will all be worth it then, I just know it. If we could all stay safe.
[/Private]
[Frank]
Dearest Husband,
I love you.
Adoringly,
Your Wife
[/Frank]
You know, I stared into space for a good ten minutes trying to figure out what I wanted to write down. I wanted to write something, of course, but I had a terrible time of coming up with what. So, I decided this anecdote might suffice.
Did it work? No, I know it didn't. Then I'll just ramble for a bit about my daily goings on at the office. Paperwork! But when the pile gets low, or I'm left alone, I get to do a bit of light reading. Sometimes, I just don't know how these women end up locked in towers by some evil bloke, forcing the knight to come save them.. It's quite astounding, actually. But, you know, I am completely engaged in the story every single time. I feel for them.
So, that's something.
It could have been me. It could have been Frank. Oh, Fabian.. It's terrible.
And here I am, practically useless. I can't do magic, it goes all funny. I've got to hide my wand, otherwise I'll just try to use it, just to summon something. And then everything blows up. Of course, not always, but it's nerve wracking playing that guessing game. What if I was trying to do something important? Away with the wand, then.
So, paperwork and uselessness. That's what I do. And I've all this time to think... I really shouldn't. I worry about Frank, and what might happen to him. I know he can take care of himself, but when I'm not there I imagine all these horrible things. I can't even breathe properly until I've seen him again safe and sound.
It feels really funny trying to pick out names, given the climate of the world. It just doesn't seem right.
I'm fond of Catherine, though, for a girl. I'd really like a girl.
Or a boy. I just want to hold my baby. This will all be worth it then, I just know it. If we could all stay safe.
[/Private]
[Frank]
Dearest Husband,
I love you.
Adoringly,
Your Wife
[/Frank]
You know, I stared into space for a good ten minutes trying to figure out what I wanted to write down. I wanted to write something, of course, but I had a terrible time of coming up with what. So, I decided this anecdote might suffice.
Did it work? No, I know it didn't. Then I'll just ramble for a bit about my daily goings on at the office. Paperwork! But when the pile gets low, or I'm left alone, I get to do a bit of light reading. Sometimes, I just don't know how these women end up locked in towers by some evil bloke, forcing the knight to come save them.. It's quite astounding, actually. But, you know, I am completely engaged in the story every single time. I feel for them.
So, that's something.