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Little Rue.

The day has finally come.

The Golden Chorus has asked me to join their ranks and I have little choice but to follow. There is still so much left to prepare for, so much instruction I should give you, guidance I wish I could leave you with, but we both know The Chorus waits for no one. It is my only chance and that is why I must leave without delay. This is the only goodbye we shall get.

You will not remember me as I was and I will not remember you in the way I knew you, but such is the way of the Fae. Let this be your first lesson as one of us:

Kinship and connection will get you nowhere looking as you do. The fae of this court will always see you as a beast, no matter what flouncy thing you wear. Status is everything. Be powerful enough that they can not speak your name without trembling.

Trust no one, especially not who I am to become.

Farewell - [Splattered wet ink hides the name erased from memory]

Edited 2024-01-09 04:17 (UTC)

Captain K.P. Hob.

Despite my rational brain, who has been in control of my person for many a fey millennia, my heart has taken control of this chariot I call my body, and it compels me to write you this letter.

You must understand, I am fighting every instinct to burn this letter, because, as the organizer of the Bloom, this is beyond my station. I have an event to organize, and I am afraid I am getting swept up in the affair of the archfey. Captain, I see a lot of myself in you, someone who navigates within a world that hardly understands, a fey caught between duty and instinct.

I feel a strong connection to you, Captain Hob, and to be quite frank, it scares me. I have never been truly myself with anyone, and as you grabbed me by the wrist and looked into my eyes, I felt something I've never known before. I don't know what it is, and against my better judgment, I am willing to pursue it. Where stands you?

Delloso de la Rue.

Edited 2024-01-09 03:34 (UTC)

A duel on the Southern Lawn between Captain Hob and Rue's assistant.

Edited 2024-01-09 03:47 (UTC)

Captain Hob.

My feet are still gliding from dancing with you last night at the ball. I am feeling overjoyed, incredibly grateful, and absolutely lucky to have you by my side that night. That experience was unlike anything I've ever experienced. To share a moment with you, absolutely magical. And I must admit, my feet still hurt from when you stepped on them as I was teaching you how to do the Electric Slide.

And in those moments where I saw you look down at your feet, frustrated that you couldn't get something perfect right away, I realized, this is the person I love. Those quiet moments, those moments of your genuine curiosity peeking through, the kind way that you held me, you asking me if I was all right and if I needed anything at all. I want to have more moments like that with you. I want to know you, Captain. I want to know you like no one else knows you. I want to be the only one to know that you, I don't know, dance when you're by yourself, or mutter to yourself as you're making food. I cherish the new delights that I will know about you. And for now, the only thing that will keep me going is four words that you have given me so graciously:

Captain Knickolas Pnackolas Hob.

Yours forever and always,
Delloso de la Rue.

Edited 2024-01-09 03:40 (UTC)

At your earliest convenience at the top of the tower. We have much to discuss, and it is all good news.

[The letter is meticulously folded, with exceedingly neat creases down the center lines hiding even neater handwriting underneath. Traces of the wax seal can still be seen on the paper, which is crisp and sturdy, juxtaposed to the tiny scrawl inside. It has been torn in half, shredded by powerful claws in a moment of grief, leaving the top half of the letter a mystery. The bottom half reads:]

-it all, I know my reasoning will not seem very reasonable. These places...the things they have brought upon us, the things we have been made to see and live and do, have opened my eyes to the folly of my being. I am not, and have never been, of strong enough constitution to persevere in the face of such odds.

You deserve a man not just of great constitution, but great courage—and through these trials I have discovered I am neither. Perhaps one day, I shall be. Until such a time, I implore you to live true, to pursue what you love and the person you were always destined to be.

I do not ask for your understanding as much as I plead for your acceptance, perhaps one day even a sliver of forgiveness for my cowardly actions. Know that, despite it all, you are—and have always been—profoundly loved.

In love, grief, and profound regret,
K.P. Hob

Edited 2024-01-13 23:30 (UTC)

Master:

Fire:

Duel:

Torn:

Chorus:

Hob:

Edited 2024-01-13 23:39 (UTC)

OOC NOTES:
Major Themes: Abandonment, loss of self, loss of agency
Theme of Mindscape: Inked Words - All of the revealing puzzles to Rue's mindscape will be letters or notes or cards from over the course of their life. Each letter will be an image in the thread in the character's handwriting, but upon clicking on the image, it will take you to the letters typed out more plainly in case you can't make out all of the excessive cursive.
Types of Puzzles: Word puzzles/verbal exercises

Meet Me at Midnight - Trial #18

#1 To Rue

#2 From Rue

#3 Notes Sent to the entire Faerie Court (including Rue)

#4 From Rue

#5 To Rue

#6 To Rue

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