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Title: A Letter Character: Sean Mallarme Inspiration: Thoughts Premise: He wishes he could sent this to her. 

Red roses. 

His pen scribbles down what it is he'd write. A fountain pen would be preferred, him having enjoyed those. Alas, this will have to do. Does it really matter? 

A red dress falling down your body, draping it to only accentuate the beauty it is. 

He gets lost in the image, words running out so someone, though he doesn't know whom if they should even exist, can share in the fantasy as well. 

Your hair unbound, or ending up as such by the end of the night. For I will have had you by then, and my love, that is how I prefer you as. 

Whether he would ever actually express these words to her is a story he will not allow himself to ponder over. Even if they were together, be it in location or relationship...He shakes his head and continues. 

Moon shining, trees around us. Perhaps a balcony is what we stand on, or the middle of a dancefloor. 

A ball. He can imagine her at a ball, a dark princess. A black rose, as that one man called her. He closes his eyes for a moment. 

She is no longer his. But oh, how she still is. 

You're beautiful. And that's something I just want to breathe in this Christmas. 

What do you want for Christmas? That had been asked of him and so he wrote his answer. 

I want you everyday, but I know that cannot be had. But oh, my love-if we could only have Christmas even!

Just to feel her in his arms. To lay a kiss on those lips, to just-

It hurts but he continues. It is no longer a pain but just an ache. That of an empty cavity which should be filled. 

My love, that is all I wish. For even though months have passed, I think this never will. 

He'd made a promise of forever. He would keep the component of loving her, even if not being with her. 

I love you and that is the thing that cages me. This love that mixes with grief. Oh, how it is a circle. How I would have liked to put such ring on you.

He would have, too. He would have. He wanted no one else but her and-

Please, dear Father. 

Did vampires believe in an upper being? 

Did it matter? 

Be you Santa Claus or someone else, please. 

He wrote for himself for she, she would never see these words. 

Please, I've tried to be good. Please. 

That was the thing. He'd done what he could to create the best outcome. The good outcome for her, one of love and having someone be there with her. 

But by being good, he wouldn't get what he wanted most in all the world. 

Please let me be an exception. 

#rp solo #diary entry #drabble #random #Sean Mallarme

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He watches as she laughs, smiles on both of their faces. Hers is cute, grin making its presence known. His keeps itself a bit more hidden, just being a curve of his lips. However, his eyes show that contentment, that quiet joy which both must be feeling at the moment. 

They've found each other. 

The time they've been reunited is longer, but that was not the same as this.  That was filled with anger, fury at the fact that he'd left. Pain, pain from the both for him having to leave her in the past. Trust, broken for he had gone. Anguish for the predicament they were in, it seemed as if it would not leave. 

But somehow, in some way, they've come back to this point. One where he can just dance with her. One where she can be in his arms and allow him that possibility again. The possibility of truly being with her and just just there, just existing along with her. 

#rp solo #Sean Mallarme