TFLN, November 2023

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Texts From Last Night

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TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT GENERATOR

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[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.

[fogsong]

[ It's like a pinch, sharp and sudden, but she doesn't shrink from the anger, hot and powerful as it is. She does not fault him for it and embraces it as she does everything else. He is justified. ]

And yet you still held back, Mayerling. You did not kill him. Give yourself some credit, please. [ She does not fault him for not killing the man even if she most certainly would have. Gleefully, even. He did not lose himself. ]

You came close, Mayerling, and still never lost control enough to hurt someone. I'm not trying to say your worry isn't unwarranted, I know it's important to always be aware of the possibility, but... You've proven yourself time and time again. And you'll continue to.

D always told me fire was a good distraction. [ Oh, but her heart seizes up in her chest just thinking about it, lungs tight, jaw clenching. He would rather die and she understands. She understands but she hates it. ] I know you have safeties in place and you have another in me. I will do whatever is necessary to keep you from biting someone should the fucking worst happen and I'm not so naive to think that it's not a real possibility, regardless of my confidence in you.

I ordered something from Trench. These strange chains. Once someone has had these chains wrapped around them, they can't move or escape without help from someone else. [ It won't work for every possible occasion, may never even be necessary, but just in case. She may be powerful but she's not physically strong enough to tussle with him, the chains offer her one way to trap him. ]

[whowillmourn]

Charlotte still loved him. I don't know that I would have had that restraint, had she not. [ Mayerling does not know if he would have the same restraint were someone to hurt Sharon again the way she's been hurt in the past. Though he knows she's strong enough and willing to defend herself, that capacity for rage and retribution dwells within him. Not merely for justice, no, justice he could live with far easier, but bloodlust taints so many things, including anger, even righteously felt, toward humans. ]

I do not mean to negate the points you make, for they are good, but to say such a thing makes it easier to lose control, makes it easier to feel as though I have conquered this problem, that the possibility is rarer than it actually is. It was only after six thousand years that I lost control of my bite. The battle is a constant thing, never truly won, and I shall fight it every day of my existence I spend living with humans. Trench and Folkmore both present difficulties in the scale of humans that I live with that I have never faced before, and I would be a fool to discount it. Even my parents, who taught me my beliefs, could not stand to stay within Trench, for it was too much for them. [ It is no insult to them or disrespect that they would not have been capable to keep themselves from biting people, had they stayed, had they washed up on the shores. Sometimes it's hard to believe he managed it in Trench.

Sharon's preparations make Mayerling's heart sing in love and pride. He's glad that she has thought ahead, that she has plans for how to handle him. It means as much to him as the rest because he doesn't know how he could live with himself if he bit someone in Folkmore. ] Thank you, Sharon, from the bottom of my heart. It means the world to me, and I have faith you would not hold back on me, much as it might pain you. It is yet another balm that having you here provides me, to know it rests not on my shoulders alone.

[fogsong]

I figured as much. [ Love complicates shit, Sharon knows that better than most. It kept her from killing Dahlia, after all. Charlotte didn't need to lose her father despite what he may have deserved. ]

I know, Mayerling. You can't conquer something that's a part of you the way bloodlust is but I do think you should pride yourself on your strength. You are a warrior in more ways than one and I love you for it. [ And just like any battle won isn't the end of the war, any battle lost doesn't topple the centuries of wins he's had. If he will not pride himself on it, she will for him. ]

You're welcome, love. I'll do whatever is necessary. [ And hate every moment of it. ] And then I'll be there for when you return, to remind you that a slip-up doesn't erase all you've accomplished prior.

[whowillmourn]

I am honored by your words for they mean a great deal to me. I promise I am not tossing them aside as worthless when I know you say what you mean, what you believe, not words meant merely to prop me up or inflate my ego. [ Though it is difficult for Mayerling to have pride for how he controls his bloodlust, there is one matter on which he has great pride when it comes to intimacy with his human partners. The ability to worship their body, to lavish his attention between their legs, and not take pleasure in the femoral artery so near... of that he has pride. ]

I wish I needed not to burden you so, yet loving me comes with that burden. I cannot separate it from myself, and I trust you more than I trust anyone else in all of Folkmore. [ It's a stronger, greater trust even than he has in D, for D did not love him the way Sharon does. It's easier for the dhampir to do what needs to be done that way. ]

[fogsong]

My words will always be genuine, Mayerling, even if I am saying them to prop you up or inflate your ego. [ That particular skill of his can make her forget her name or that people like to take walks in the neighborhood. It's more than worthy of pride. ]

Oh, come on, we share the burdens here. I've got your back, you've got mine. I won't let you down. [ No matter what happens, she'll do what needs to be done. ]

[whowillmourn]

Your honesty and integrity are among your many attractive features, my love. They mean the world to me, as do you.

I know. You have never let me down, not even when influenced by outside sources. Your strength of will is incredible, and you always follow through on what you say you will do. I merely wish this burden were not one of the ones I must share.

[fogsong]

[ Sharon grins shyly down at her relic. The things this man can make her feel. To think, Alessa thought she'd never have something like this. ]

I know, Mayerling, and I love you all the more for that. Just remember I don't mind. I'll never mind.

[whowillmourn]

I am so fortunate to know and to love you. It is my honor and my joy.

[fogsong]

Fucking same. [ She is no match for his eloquence but that doesn't mean her feelings for him aren't as deep. She feels truly lucky to have met him and to have found him again in a whole nother realm. ]