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Entry tags:
TDIR: Obvious
Fandom: The Dark Is Rising
Pairing: Will/Bran
Warnings: Sap
Rating: G
Summary: Will misses Bran. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
10_letters.
Dear Bran,
I wish we could talk on the phone more often, but letters will have to do. I do miss you too, it'd be stupid to pretend I didn't. The first few days back all I could think about was you -- I'd find myself zoning off in the middle of my studying, thinking about the colour of your eyes or the way the soap you use smells. I know, it's ridiculous. I kind of think I should start this letter again, but I won't. I'm stupid about you. There.
I will visit you again soon, I promise. I can't see when yet, but I'm sure I'll have time somewhere. And it'll be as soon as I can possibly make it. I'm sure in the meantime we can make do with letters and calls. Well, I don't feel sure about it, but we'll have to.
I'm rambling on and saying nothing -- yeah, yeah, I know, "as usual," you'd say. You want me to write more often, you should expect it. Right now I'm supposed to be brushing up on my French -- quelle surprise? -- but I think it can wait. You don't speak French, do you? If you did, maybe I'd practice by writing inappropriate things in French.
I always feel like there's so much to say, but once I settle down to write a letter, I come up with nothing. Well, apart from using reams of paper writing about how much I miss being with you. Oh, there is one thing, though. My parents know about you and me, now. They, uh, they weren't really surprised. Am I that obvious?
Write back soon.
Love,
Will.
Pairing: Will/Bran
Warnings: Sap
Rating: G
Summary: Will misses Bran. For
10_letters.Dear Bran,
I wish we could talk on the phone more often, but letters will have to do. I do miss you too, it'd be stupid to pretend I didn't. The first few days back all I could think about was you -- I'd find myself zoning off in the middle of my studying, thinking about the colour of your eyes or the way the soap you use smells. I know, it's ridiculous. I kind of think I should start this letter again, but I won't. I'm stupid about you. There.
I will visit you again soon, I promise. I can't see when yet, but I'm sure I'll have time somewhere. And it'll be as soon as I can possibly make it. I'm sure in the meantime we can make do with letters and calls. Well, I don't feel sure about it, but we'll have to.
I'm rambling on and saying nothing -- yeah, yeah, I know, "as usual," you'd say. You want me to write more often, you should expect it. Right now I'm supposed to be brushing up on my French -- quelle surprise? -- but I think it can wait. You don't speak French, do you? If you did, maybe I'd practice by writing inappropriate things in French.
I always feel like there's so much to say, but once I settle down to write a letter, I come up with nothing. Well, apart from using reams of paper writing about how much I miss being with you. Oh, there is one thing, though. My parents know about you and me, now. They, uh, they weren't really surprised. Am I that obvious?
Write back soon.
Love,
Will.