Letters: Eave and Violet

Dearest creature,

He has me so busy. His House colours are vile, I'm never going to pull them off successfully. He wants my wedding dress to be matching. It's horrid.

Tell me of your little creature; I want to know what small beast has you silenced. Do you know how long it's been since your last letter?

- V


Darling,

Carrigan is a marvel.
I expected she would have dark eyes, instead, she has mirrored my mother, and now newborn blue has developed into an uncommon, leafy kind of green. She is very small, and you'll be pleased to know that she selected my redheaded influence as opposed to Remus' brunette-sympathising, and didn't inherit his nose bridge.
She has had me bedridden for three months (which, if I recall, is how long it has been since my last letter). You'll remember the incident with the violet and the rock face? Well, that little problem apparently develops into a big problem when little people decide to sleep inside one's body, against the remnants of injury. Whenever she slept, I'd collapse from the pain, and so my physicians threw me into bed and dosed me with all sorts of things to numb my pains. I'm told the birth wasn't horrific, but I did have to be revived once, and it took around eleven hours to deliver her. It seemed moderately horrific to me.
And there is my excuse.
It's the strangest thing. I have never wished for children the same way my peers always did, in fact, I spent the first three months of it all weeping because I was so pained by the idea of being a mother. But that's all changed. I can't say I've ever felt an emotion quite so strong as looking into the eyes of one's own progeny for the first time. Everything I am is in her - everything I do from this moment on, will be for her. She's taken from me all semblance of selfishness and ambition, and I don't resent it in the slightest.
So, now, I do write to you - a new mother, and perhaps a new woman, too. I suppose we'll see how long it takes for me to become tired of her cries and need for nursing.
And that's all about my small beast for now. She has awoken, and I must see to her.
I fully anticipate your jealousy.

- M


Cruellest Creature,

You have written me a whole letter about the beastly little wretch and not asked a single question about how your Violet is doing. Have you truly become so taken with a copper parasite that damn near killed you, so as to forget me, when all I've ever done is try to heal you? You are a cruel animal, Eave.

I will never understand you. You become infatuated with a child, recede into married life like you're actually happy with it. I know perfectly well that you hate it. She has taken your ambition from you? Then she has taken Eave. She has taken the power and the will from you. You have so much potential to rebel and change the course of things, and you sit in your bathwater cradling something Remus inflicted on you, that you never wanted. And now you've forsaken all else? Come to your senses before you're lost, before you're 'Remus' wife' or 'Carrigan's mother', or worse yet, the nameless Lady Vorserkeine, Duchess of Blackhedge and kitchen scullions and nothing more than her vegetable patch. You risk becoming dowdy and old before you're even twenty.

And yet you maintain your sadistic streak. You anticipated jealousy. You could have spent another few hours telling me that you've not forgotten me and never will. You could have told me that Remus is still useless to you, and that I am the one you're truly wed to. I would come to you, run from this man, if only you'd ask - but you never will ask, because you're besotted with that little chunk of green-eyed flesh you spat out from loins that were meant to be mine alone.

I know you have your women. I know. I have to share you with every pretty face that passes you the slightest bit of interest. But none of them have ever threatened me, and this child seems to have shaken you of any desire to do what we once fancied we'd do. Do you not remember escaping to the north until we found somewhere we could live together, away from it all? Do you not remember talking of power and what you'd do with it?

God, at least you've kept your cruelty. You'd not be you without it. I just wish the rest of you had survived this need to be revived whilst churning out your 'progeny'.

- Your Forgotten V.



Wretched Creature,
Come to me. Revive me. My House colours suit you far better.

- M