Aug. 15th, 2012

stillkicking: (being old is serious business)
[Filter: Devine]

Where are you.

Write.

Write back, you little -- where the hell are you?

At first, I thought you were gone. And then I thought you were dead. But now -- I have turned this city upside down. I have turned Dentoria upside down and shaken it, and nothing has fallen out. There is no body and no trace of that damned sword I should never have given you, and corpses don't move.

Men move.

Did you -- did you run away? From me? But why the hell you would --

Or were you kidnapped? Bah, but by who?

-- it's been a year, in any case, and all I am asking, boy, is that you write a single damned word so that I know whether you're alive or dead. I miss you, of course I do, you know I got too damn fond of you for my own good, but that's not what matters, anymore. It's the damned not knowing.

Every rock I turn over that doesn't reveal your rotted corpse makes more and more convinced that you have to be alive out there. Somewhere.

Just -- one damn word, boy.

Have enough respect -- have enough mercy to give me that.

[there is a long, long pause]

Feh.

And I thought I'd learned my lesson with Fenea.

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