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Nov 23, 2020 14:17:13 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2020 14:17:13 GMT -7
October 7, 2025
Dove,
Did you perhaps slip love potion into my drink? Though it's only been a short time I find my thoughts often consumed by you. How frustratingly short our time had been before work called us both apart. A single date with you was not nearly enough. But these letters will have to do for now. Please, tell me more about you. Aside from sailing, what do you enjoy doing? How do you spend your spare time? What is your favorite food, or places to visit? I find myself desperate to know about you, but fear if you were here we'd do little talking.
A lonely sailor
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Nov 23, 2020 14:49:13 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2020 14:49:13 GMT -7
October 10th, 2025
My dearest sailor,
Rest assured that I slipped nothing in your drink. Even if I had I'm sure the effects would have long since worn off. I'm flattered you think of me so often for you also occupied my mind a lot. It is quite rare to meet somebody you connect with so well at such an unexpected moment, yet I am beyond delighted to have met you. I already miss you even though we haven't been apart for long. I'll tell you something about myself but I hope your letter finds me soon and lifts a little of the mystery you have shrouded yourself in during our first meeting. Yet I do agree we'd probably find ourselves little time for talking if we were together. Perhaps it'll be easier to exchange our interest this way so we leave that time for other things that cannot be done through letters for next time we meet.
Sailing, by far, is my favourite hobby. Apart from that I usually mostly keep busy around the house. I fear I'm a little odd, for I actually enjoy cleaning. When it comes to other kinds of hobbies I fear I haven't had much time for them of late. The breaking of the barrier around Hy-brasil is still causing far too much over time. It seemed like we were finally getting caught up from the mess of Hags Fever but it seems we're doomed to work late a bit longer. The days are long so I mostly rest when I get home after long days. I should have taken a vacation after all it seems.
What I wish I could do is simple. I'd like to sit and read a little or watch some documentaries. I've been trying my hand at sowing but I admit I'm not particularly great at it. It's mostly small crafts so far, but it keeps me entertained. I've also bought a few puzzles a while back, although I haven't gotten around to solving them yet. I think that even if I had the time I'd find myself with lack of focus, as I can't seem to stop myself from thinking about you constantly. I wonder where you are, what you're thinking about. If the stars that shine above you are as bright as I remembered them to be before I met you. For some reason they seem duller now I don't have your company. Maybe one day we can rent a small ship for the two of us? Take to the sea and let the waves rock us to sleep?
I miss you. Let me know when your ship is set to return here. I'll be waiting for you.
All my love,
Your Angel.
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Nov 23, 2020 15:05:31 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2020 15:05:31 GMT -7
October 13, 2025
Dove,
Then perhaps I've been struck by cupids arrow. I fear I've spent too many days staring longingly back towards London, knowing you are there. But it warms my heart to know I'm not alone in those feelings and thoughts. We can take solace in each other's loneliness, in hopes for when fate brings our paths together once again.
I curse the timing of Hy-Brasil's disaster. Had it waited just a week more, then perhaps we could have spent more time together. Fate truly is determined to to keep you busy, isn't it? Though you don't seem like the type to take vacations easily, so perhaps I will have to kidnap you next time I'm in port. For my own selfish reasons, of course. But I think you'd secretly enjoy it.
Careful, with those sweet words of documentaries and puzzles you may never be rid of me. I, myself, enjoy both immensely. Though I doubt those hobbies would see much use if you were around.
I will give you a hint of where I am. The waters are cold, and the sky is always dark. But there are beautiful lights that adorn the night skies. Though, they pale in comparison to you, they remind me of your beautiful smile and I find myself a little less lonely.
A lonely sailor
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Nov 23, 2020 15:30:25 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2020 15:30:25 GMT -7
October 15th, 2025
My dearest sailor,
My eyes have been drawn to the sea more often than before. I long for you and with every day it seems my heart grows heavier. I long for your return and count the days we spend apart with growing dread. The knowledge that you'll return to find me warms my heart and gets me through the long and heavy days at work. Hopefully some day soon we can share comfort in each others embrace again.
Your words are like poetry, which makes me guess that puzzles aren't the only hobby you have. I'd be surprised if poetry is not at least somewhere on the list of things you enjoy. It's nice that you also enjoy puzzles and documentaries, as they are things we might hope to enjoy together one day. My soul soars at the idea of once again spending time with you, even more so if we can occupy it with puzzles or strenuous physical activities, if you catch my meaning.
Kidnapping is illegal so I would ordinary advice against it. However, the opportunity to steal all your time by forcing you to make sure I don't disappear has a certain temptation to it. What more could I wish than spending more time with your undivided attention? While your words might appear to hold a threat I see them as holding a promise. A promise that you'll spend quite a bit of attention on me the next time we see each other. I do hope that will be soon, as my newfound predicament has made my life so much more dull.
I've been sent home, as of yesterday, with a burn out. Apparently breaking down crying in the middle of an assignment is a sign I've been working too hard and not taking enough time for myself? It wouldn't have happened if they'd assigned me a partner that was better at English and not chasing magical creatures at a whim and flight of fancy. While the druid was nothing short of a cinnamon roll that only wanted what was best for the creatures it didn't make him too easy to work with.
On the plus side, I have far too much free time now. Any idea when you'll be in again? If you happen to dock here shortly I'll have a lot of free time on my hands and I'm sure we can work out ways to deal with my stress together. Not to mention that your absense makes the days stretch on ever so endlessly. Your letters bring me comfort and I've purchased a very beautiful wooden box with elaborate decoration so I have a safe place to store them. I confess I read them three times a day and imagine hearing the words you wrote me from your mouth.
As for your location, it sounds like you're hinting at the northern lights. If that is true I'm sure their beauty outshines mine by far, although I'm flattered you would say otherwise. I wish I could warm the cold nights up for you, but since I can't do so personally I hope that my words might do the trick. Please stay safe and write back soon. I'll be here, waiting and hoping that you'll be here again soon.
With all my heart,
Your Angel.
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Nov 23, 2020 15:38:08 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2020 15:38:08 GMT -7
October 18, 2025
Dove,
October 20th. 2pm. Hy-Brasil. Brennus' Landing.
A lonely sailor
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