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Title: Letters to a Letter Bee
Character: Lag Seeing, mentions of Gauche Suede and Aunt Sabrina
Notes: First time writing for this fandom! It needs more, there's so little compared to my other ones... Little Lag and his attempts at writing a letter, his heart, to Gauche.
"Have you ever written anyone a letter?"
"Nope, never."
"Well, please try writing one someday."
--
"For people living apart from one another, letters are like the heart of the people who write them."
Gauche's words still rang through his head, and Lag stared blankly at the sheet of parchment in front of him. Even a word would do. That didn't matter if he didn't even know how to do a letter! He gripped the quill tightly and scratched out what he thought an 'a' might look like, having stared at a sign in front of one of the small shops in town for ages. In front of that, he shakily scribbled a 'd-e-', or so he hoped they were. After a moment of staring at the newly worded scribbles on the otherwise empty sheet, he put followed it up with, at least, a 'r' after the 'a'. Dear. That was what you put in letters, right? Lag bit the inside of his lip in frustration, thinking. Then, he skipped to the space below it and, as careful as he could be, tried to write out the entire alphabet he'd attempted to learn just so he could write Gauche a letter.
Some letters were missing, he knew that for sure, but it looked full enough. Under that, he scribbled out a message, blanking out at some spellings of the words and scratching them out when he could. After several trips into the ink bottle Aunt Sabrina had given him and being near-broke by Lag's tight grip, the quill formed the words he wanted. Overall, he was proud of the message. Maybe he could even send it to Gauche! He scratched out the 'd-e-a-r' on top, because now it just looked funny above all those letters.
dear
a d c b e f g h i j k l
nn n o p r s t u v
w y
gauce gache gau
freind frend
Flipped, onto the back.
hi.
i wantde wanted
my frist written letur
two to be to
you!
i havnt practicd much bcuse i don
relly have time four for it
but ill lern!
youre frend
lag seeing
Yes, he was proud of it. Lag grinned to himself when he saw the end result, and blew on the ink to dry it quicker. Which made some of the fatter drops, where he'd lingered a little too long, to spread a little across the page and make it worse looking.
A frown.
It'd still be fine though, right? Gauche wouldn't mind, like he wouldn't mind the little spelling errors or the scratches everywhere, or... Lag stared down at the piece of paper, grabbing it and crumpling it up with tears in his eyes as he did so. Gauche would mind, he just knew it! So it'd just be better if he made a new one, and maybe let Aunt Sabrina read over it just to make sure it was all spelled right.
The letters he tried to write, though, never got any better.
Late that year, before the snow begun falling, he finally made one he liked and was perfect, perfect, to be sent to Gauche. His stomach fluttered with butterflies when he imagined the look on Gauche's face of receiving a letter, that soft-happy kind of smile he'd used towards his sister in the memories and when he was leaving, telling Lag they were friends. Not to mention, to get a letter back from Gauche would be just as exciting! The letter, though just as messily written, had a definite improvement in spelling and puncuation because of Aunt Sabrina, who'd been by his side this time and patiently helped him spell everything right.
Gauche
Will you visit sometime? Even if you're busy in the capital, I know Aunt Sabrina wouldn't mind having you over if you have the time! I bet you've become the head bee by now though. I don't know if you remember me, but I know that anyone would like to get a letter from someone else (you told me that, remember).
Aunt Sabrina also helped me write this letter to you! She says hi.
i miss you, roda too.
Your friend,
Lag Seeing
But Lag could see, when three boys stood idly at the corner where Bees would come in, that fate was agaisnt him. He tried to brush casually by them, but one of the bigger boys sneered at him and pushed him down, the letter that was hidden in his shirt falling out. Before his eyes it was taken and hand-shred, the pieces scattering onto the quickly blurring road. Lag launched himself at one of the boys, snot running from his nose and tears down his face as he attacked.
Aunt Sabrina tended to the bruises and scrapes when he was taken home by a neighbor, a cut above his eye stinging painfully as she cleaned it with warm water, a washcloth, and some soap, tutting quietly.
Character: Lag Seeing, mentions of Gauche Suede and Aunt Sabrina
Notes: First time writing for this fandom! It needs more, there's so little compared to my other ones... Little Lag and his attempts at writing a letter, his heart, to Gauche.
"Have you ever written anyone a letter?"
"Nope, never."
"Well, please try writing one someday."
--
"For people living apart from one another, letters are like the heart of the people who write them."
Gauche's words still rang through his head, and Lag stared blankly at the sheet of parchment in front of him. Even a word would do. That didn't matter if he didn't even know how to do a letter! He gripped the quill tightly and scratched out what he thought an 'a' might look like, having stared at a sign in front of one of the small shops in town for ages. In front of that, he shakily scribbled a 'd-e-', or so he hoped they were. After a moment of staring at the newly worded scribbles on the otherwise empty sheet, he put followed it up with, at least, a 'r' after the 'a'. Dear. That was what you put in letters, right? Lag bit the inside of his lip in frustration, thinking. Then, he skipped to the space below it and, as careful as he could be, tried to write out the entire alphabet he'd attempted to learn just so he could write Gauche a letter.
Some letters were missing, he knew that for sure, but it looked full enough. Under that, he scribbled out a message, blanking out at some spellings of the words and scratching them out when he could. After several trips into the ink bottle Aunt Sabrina had given him and being near-broke by Lag's tight grip, the quill formed the words he wanted. Overall, he was proud of the message. Maybe he could even send it to Gauche! He scratched out the 'd-e-a-r' on top, because now it just looked funny above all those letters.
dear
a d c b e f g h i j k l
nn n o p r s t u v
w y
gauce gache gau
freind frend
Flipped, onto the back.
hi.
i wantde wanted
my frist written letur
two to be to
you!
i havnt practicd much bcuse i don
relly have time four for it
but ill lern!
youre frend
lag seeing
Yes, he was proud of it. Lag grinned to himself when he saw the end result, and blew on the ink to dry it quicker. Which made some of the fatter drops, where he'd lingered a little too long, to spread a little across the page and make it worse looking.
A frown.
It'd still be fine though, right? Gauche wouldn't mind, like he wouldn't mind the little spelling errors or the scratches everywhere, or... Lag stared down at the piece of paper, grabbing it and crumpling it up with tears in his eyes as he did so. Gauche would mind, he just knew it! So it'd just be better if he made a new one, and maybe let Aunt Sabrina read over it just to make sure it was all spelled right.
The letters he tried to write, though, never got any better.
Late that year, before the snow begun falling, he finally made one he liked and was perfect, perfect, to be sent to Gauche. His stomach fluttered with butterflies when he imagined the look on Gauche's face of receiving a letter, that soft-happy kind of smile he'd used towards his sister in the memories and when he was leaving, telling Lag they were friends. Not to mention, to get a letter back from Gauche would be just as exciting! The letter, though just as messily written, had a definite improvement in spelling and puncuation because of Aunt Sabrina, who'd been by his side this time and patiently helped him spell everything right.
Gauche
Will you visit sometime? Even if you're busy in the capital, I know Aunt Sabrina wouldn't mind having you over if you have the time! I bet you've become the head bee by now though. I don't know if you remember me, but I know that anyone would like to get a letter from someone else (you told me that, remember).
Aunt Sabrina also helped me write this letter to you! She says hi.
i miss you, roda too.
Your friend,
Lag Seeing
But Lag could see, when three boys stood idly at the corner where Bees would come in, that fate was agaisnt him. He tried to brush casually by them, but one of the bigger boys sneered at him and pushed him down, the letter that was hidden in his shirt falling out. Before his eyes it was taken and hand-shred, the pieces scattering onto the quickly blurring road. Lag launched himself at one of the boys, snot running from his nose and tears down his face as he attacked.
Aunt Sabrina tended to the bruises and scrapes when he was taken home by a neighbor, a cut above his eye stinging painfully as she cleaned it with warm water, a washcloth, and some soap, tutting quietly.