TFLN, November 2023

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Texts From Last Night

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TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT GENERATOR

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[whowillmourn]

Neither shall I, for I am not certain she truly understands us.

That it would, I must admit, yet it is not something I could decide upon in haste. In the meantime, it is already as though I carry a tattoo of your making.

[fogsong]

Don't think she cares to.

I never thought of them quite like a tattoo but now that you mention it... Yeah, I can see it. I was thinking of it like a status bar in a video game, except I know yours and you know mine. [ And, much like the string of fate, she likes it more than she would care to admit. ]

[whowillmourn]

If what I bear is a status bar in a video game, then it is for a video game drawn by your hand. After this long, I cannot help but recognize it looks as though you drew it, and while I know you did not, it still makes me fonder for it. I carry not only your health but your hand on my skin. [ Mayerling, meanwhile, openly declares how much he likes both. ]

[fogsong]

That explains why mine have a sort of youness to them. [ Which is to say with more swoops and embellishments. Clean. ] Shit.

This is cute.

[whowillmourn]

Thousands of years of penmanship gone to good purpose. Every time I look at it, it brings me joy, a smile to my face, comfort deep within. [ Good things happen, Sharon, even at Thirteen's hand, little as she may want to admit it. ]

As you so elegantly put it, this is cute.

[fogsong]

[ Her heart flips in her chest as she grins down at her Relic. He knows just what to say to make her brain melt just a bit. ]

You know, you might not be able to get a normal tattoo of my work but I can give you a temporary one with pen ink. [ Cover him in hearts, stars, and moons. ] Or edible paint if you're feeling adventurous.

[whowillmourn]

With temporary tattoos, you can paint my skin with your artistry time and time again, each time precious for its ephemeral natural. It would be my pleasure to do both, ink and paint, so long as it is at your hand.

[fogsong]

We can make them last as long as we want them to by taking a photo, you know. [ ;) ] I'll order some supplies.

[whowillmourn]

Longlived or short, I shall always value your art, and it is an honor to be your canvas.

[fogsong]

You make my heart do things I don't feel it should with just words.

[whowillmourn]

I will happily woo and court your heart every day of our lives together, for I firmly believe you should know so thoroughly you are loved that you feel that way every day of your life until those feelings themselves naturalize in your heart.

[fogsong]

Stop!! My heart might give out! [ Her heart feels like a beach at high tide, swollen and full. This feeling verges on uncomfortable and she swears her heart is trying to climb up out of her throat to breathe but she just swallows it back down. It's a good feeling, heavy and sweet and perfect. ] I feel like I could drown in you.

[whowillmourn]

As you wish. It is the last intention in my soul to injure you. [ Yet he cannot help the glee that fleets around inside him. ] You are too bright a star to drown.

[fogsong]

Maybe I want to drown in you. It'd be a hell of a way to go.

[whowillmourn]

It may be, yet I am not ready for you to drown.

[fogsong]

You'd just have to kiss me and I'd come back, don't worry.

[whowillmourn]

I wish that I could always bring you back to life with naught but a kiss, that whatever else should happen, it would restore your soul and remind it that you have yet more life to live, brighter to shine, oh to be loved further and deeper and more thoroughly than I have had chance to love you yet.

I yearn to learn every crevice of you, body and mind and soul, to love you fully as you are, and it seems when I open my mouth, when I pour out my words in this text, when I let that love loose that there is so much I cannot stop for want of cutting short the true immensity with which I love you.

[fogsong]

I don't know if it's possible you could love me any more thoroughly than you already do but I'm more than happy to let you try. If there were a meter for your love, you would have already exceeded it a hundred times.

And, really, you don't need to say a single thing for me to understand how much you love me. I can feel it and I've never felt so loved before.

[whowillmourn]

While I am uncertain myself whether it be possible, I adamantly wish to attempt the feat, to love you more and more with the time we have together, for I appreciate each and every day, and like a man dying of thirst in the desert, I always long for you.

I feel your fierce and—dare I say? yes, I dare—protective love in return, and I know not which I am more grateful for, that you feel my love or that you know I feel yours.

[fogsong]

I am going to count the various ways you make me want to bury my face in my face to hide my blush. [ Really, that's like Mayerling hitting a bullseye with the romance. ]

I'm equally grateful for both, and the bond that makes it possible. It makes me appreciate the fact I'm a Familiar—and that you agreed to form the bond with me.

[whowillmourn]

You need not hide your blush from me, for I am as glad to see it as I am all of you. [ It's a sweet look on her, and truly, he enjoys it without it being at her expense. ]

It makes sense to me that you are a Familiar, for neither good nor evil, community nor individualism, can sum you up; you go beyond, and therein the Familiar has much in common with you. I feel honored to have this bond with you, honored that you would agree to the torrent of emotion you know pours out of me pour toward you at all times and that you would share your own in return. Though I wish you needn't know what bloodlust feels like, I know you accept that so that you may help me, and I do appreciate it. I do. I am never so foolish as to believe battling those urges is beyond me.

[fogsong]

I know! [ But it just feels so... revealing.

A sense of comfort travels through their bond as he speaks about her Familiarhood. She still struggles with the meaning behind her role but she cherishes the opportunity it's given her despite that. ]

The bloodlust is a part of you, Mayerling, and I accept it as I accept everything about you. I'm grateful I have this chance to feel all that you do. Before, I could only guess as to what bloodlust must be like, and now I know. It's not just about helping you, it's about knowing you. All of you. It's not something I would want to change or remove from our bond.

Plus, it's a reminder of how strong you are. No one would look at you and see a man who battles nature on the daily.

[whowillmourn]

[ Amidst all the wondrous feelings of love that pour out of him, the harsh reality that his bloodlust is a part of him, a part as natural as the dramatic tendencies of his other emotions, somewhat dampens his mood. No, that's not quite right, for that news is not news, only recognition, and with it rises the well of sadness that always lives at his core. Mayerling wishes, keenly, that he could shed the bloodlust that is a part of vampirism, that is his legacy in how he was made, that threatens every relationship he has with mortals, whether he visits a museum or cuddles Sharon or anything else.

It's always there, lurking. It's there in the blood red threads that wind around his finger to reach toward Sharon. It's there in the core of his being, his very soul. Mayerling has known not a single day without bloodlust, and for all the synthetic blood capsules sate it enough to keep his sanity, he knows it's not the same thing, not the same thing at all. ]

You may know all of me, even this coarse and cruel nature that serves less purpose than your anger and rage. Even those vampires which wished to raise humans as cattle or wipe them from the face of the earth wished to free themselves of its power, of the insanity it promises, of that pull always there upon them, something which always threatened our civilization, and indeed, I have no doubts that it drove many of the terrible deeds, for few could resist its nature. Even I, in my anger, have once lost my control, a fact I am not proud of.

In fact, I am grateful that fae blood does not call upon my bloodlust the way human blood does or that night may have fared far differently.

[fogsong]

[ No matter how much it's a part of him, how much it's defined who he is, she recognizes that it's a sore subject and how could it not be? He lives each day knowing it could one day drive him mad, drive him to hurt or kill even those he loves. Still, she thinks he should pride himself on his control and strength of will. He is more than what he is, more than just Nobility, and he's proven that every single day she's known him.

If he cannot find it in him to be proud, she will be proud for him. ]

You lost control because of Charlotte's father, didn't you? [ And everything she knows, that man deserved it. Parents like that should be ripped asunder and turned to ash, names forgotten. ]

Mayerling, you lived in Trench, a city soaked in blood and blood pollution, and never once lost control. I know it's always a possibility and that the reason you haven't is because you actively keep it at bay but I'm confident in you. And now I better understand how strong you are.

[whowillmourn]

[ His anger flashes hot and strong through their bond, not at Sharon but at the man who harmed his own daughter, the man who would sooner see her dead than happy. That man—

He takes in a few deep breaths to calm himself down. Everything that has happened has happened. ]

Yes. Because of him and because I lost control of myself at what he did to her.

I came close, closer than you know. I struggled with it immensely, and I nearly bit a Paleblood who walked into my dream. I know not what the effect of that would be, for we were both real, much as it was a dream, and he refused to leave even as I lost control for fractions of a second over and over. He too had confidence in me, baseless though his faith was. That concern was one reason I moved in with D and why I stayed with him; he would know, and he would kill me in an instant. That constant threat to my life helped. I hate to imagine what might have happened in Trench without it.

Folkmore certainly is easier, for the blood does not saturate the land, for which I am grateful. It also pleases me that, during the day, my wings create a barrier, a measure of safety for everyone, and should I lose control and pull back my wings, the immolation that will follow will quickly subdue me and turn my thoughts to more pressing matters of survival. I ensure there are safeties, Sharon, as best I can, even should that mean I do you the disservice of dying temporarily, for that is better than inflicting my bite upon another.