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oneinfiveSo on Day uh 28 Nikolas wrote a letter to Frest, Winter's ex-Ward, which he mailed on Morning 29. HERE IT IS.
Ward Quertis,
I confess it: I have not the slightest idea where to begin addressing you, although that at the very least is a feeling comfortable in its familiarity! And that is a thing I can say about very little in my life.
Now that I've begun this with a rare compliment and given you a moment to feel properly honored by it, I have no excuse for not plunging forward into the mess that follows. But I do have one more thing to get out of the way before I begin, dear Frest: if what follows sounds like madness, you are entirely free to dismiss it as exactly that. Nothing but a tragic symptom exhibited by a man with an unfortunate bloodline and a host of unfortunate habits to go along with it. I can hardly blame you for doing so; there are days when I myself am not convinced that isn't exactly what this all is. And you are a more sensible man than I am, and so it ought not take much to convince you of my madness.
Allow me to begin doing so, Ward Quertis! We may as well set aside the madness I am exhibiting at this very moment in even writing this letter. It is no fun at all handing me the victory of proof that easily. I am a man with an appreciation for a hard-won victory! Let us consider this instead: I honestly don't know whether I have addressed this letter to the Zel Frest I know or the Zel Frest Winter knows. They are very different men with very different lives, or so our dearest Winter has told me. In fact, to hear him tell it, time has spared none of us from its trickeries. I suppose that doesn't mean so very much to you coming from a mortal man, Ward Quertis. You have surely seen more than a lifetime's worth of fools swept away by moment-long eternities. And yet there you sit, no more immune to it than I am. Surely you're also no more blind to it than I am. I have more faith in you than that!
The point is that I know you, if not well, then well enough. As besotted as any ordinary man could be, and in the same span of time, as funny as that is for us mere mortals to consider. And then here I have come to find that "well enough" was not remotely well enough! Imagine my surprise that I might be forced to question your taste, the one thing we have ever agreed upon. But that brings me back to my point: is it your taste? Or only yours? You see the complication I've had addressing this letter? This is what you'll be stepping into, courtesy of my whims, and yet I am not a bit sorry for it. It's no more than you deserve, having taste like that. A man like you will find yourself in quite a bit of trouble if he goes lowering his standards for the likes of me.
Ward Quertis, if you've enjoyed this brief trawl through the depths of my madness, you will do me one favor: give my regards to your Head, and my sincerest apologies I've not had occasion to properly meet her. And if you haven't, think how our dear Winter must feel, dealing with it on a daily basis as he does. The poor thing might be wanting for condolences.
Until then!
N.T.W.A
(Obviously this is pretty fucking ridiculous so here's the translation from Nikolas at the ABSOLUTE HEIGHT OF SIDEWAYS-SPEAK to actually comprehensible:
Dear Frest,
Holy Mother what am I even trying to say in this letter.
This is going to sound fucking crazy. Also /flirts with you.
I'm here with Winter but we're from different points in time and I have no way of knowing which point in time this letter will reach you at so just bear with me here. I don't understand it either okay. But he's told me shit that happens in the future and wow. Seriously?
I remember you being completely fucking in love with Winter and obviously so am I but he tells me you and I maybe also had a thing and boy do I not ever remember that! Really? You're kidding, right? I'm okay with it but wow did I not see that coming. But there's a good chance the Frest who gets this letter also won't remember that happening yet either and so how do I even bring that up? But look, I'm bringing you here when I make Queen, so get used to the idea, I guess.
He's also told me Sapphire is the Quertis Head now and you're bonded to her, which I don't at all remember either, and Mother knows if you'll have any idea what I'm talking about. Maybe you should just come here instead. I hooked up with Winter but he misses you and I wouldn't mind seeing you either. It's going to happen anyway because I'm wishing for you when I have the power but you might think about helping me out a little, you twit, it's going to take me a long time.
♥
By the way it's Nikolas but don't tell anyone else you heard from me.)
Ward Quertis,
I confess it: I have not the slightest idea where to begin addressing you, although that at the very least is a feeling comfortable in its familiarity! And that is a thing I can say about very little in my life.
Now that I've begun this with a rare compliment and given you a moment to feel properly honored by it, I have no excuse for not plunging forward into the mess that follows. But I do have one more thing to get out of the way before I begin, dear Frest: if what follows sounds like madness, you are entirely free to dismiss it as exactly that. Nothing but a tragic symptom exhibited by a man with an unfortunate bloodline and a host of unfortunate habits to go along with it. I can hardly blame you for doing so; there are days when I myself am not convinced that isn't exactly what this all is. And you are a more sensible man than I am, and so it ought not take much to convince you of my madness.
Allow me to begin doing so, Ward Quertis! We may as well set aside the madness I am exhibiting at this very moment in even writing this letter. It is no fun at all handing me the victory of proof that easily. I am a man with an appreciation for a hard-won victory! Let us consider this instead: I honestly don't know whether I have addressed this letter to the Zel Frest I know or the Zel Frest Winter knows. They are very different men with very different lives, or so our dearest Winter has told me. In fact, to hear him tell it, time has spared none of us from its trickeries. I suppose that doesn't mean so very much to you coming from a mortal man, Ward Quertis. You have surely seen more than a lifetime's worth of fools swept away by moment-long eternities. And yet there you sit, no more immune to it than I am. Surely you're also no more blind to it than I am. I have more faith in you than that!
The point is that I know you, if not well, then well enough. As besotted as any ordinary man could be, and in the same span of time, as funny as that is for us mere mortals to consider. And then here I have come to find that "well enough" was not remotely well enough! Imagine my surprise that I might be forced to question your taste, the one thing we have ever agreed upon. But that brings me back to my point: is it your taste? Or only yours? You see the complication I've had addressing this letter? This is what you'll be stepping into, courtesy of my whims, and yet I am not a bit sorry for it. It's no more than you deserve, having taste like that. A man like you will find yourself in quite a bit of trouble if he goes lowering his standards for the likes of me.
Ward Quertis, if you've enjoyed this brief trawl through the depths of my madness, you will do me one favor: give my regards to your Head, and my sincerest apologies I've not had occasion to properly meet her. And if you haven't, think how our dear Winter must feel, dealing with it on a daily basis as he does. The poor thing might be wanting for condolences.
Until then!
N.T.W.A
(Obviously this is pretty fucking ridiculous so here's the translation from Nikolas at the ABSOLUTE HEIGHT OF SIDEWAYS-SPEAK to actually comprehensible:
Dear Frest,
Holy Mother what am I even trying to say in this letter.
This is going to sound fucking crazy. Also /flirts with you.
I'm here with Winter but we're from different points in time and I have no way of knowing which point in time this letter will reach you at so just bear with me here. I don't understand it either okay. But he's told me shit that happens in the future and wow. Seriously?
I remember you being completely fucking in love with Winter and obviously so am I but he tells me you and I maybe also had a thing and boy do I not ever remember that! Really? You're kidding, right? I'm okay with it but wow did I not see that coming. But there's a good chance the Frest who gets this letter also won't remember that happening yet either and so how do I even bring that up? But look, I'm bringing you here when I make Queen, so get used to the idea, I guess.
He's also told me Sapphire is the Quertis Head now and you're bonded to her, which I don't at all remember either, and Mother knows if you'll have any idea what I'm talking about. Maybe you should just come here instead. I hooked up with Winter but he misses you and I wouldn't mind seeing you either. It's going to happen anyway because I'm wishing for you when I have the power but you might think about helping me out a little, you twit, it's going to take me a long time.
♥
By the way it's Nikolas but don't tell anyone else you heard from me.)
