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Ammond Raidie/Psymagus Waspfire ([personal profile] psycheslantern) wrote2013-07-29 09:23 pm
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Mailbox: We the Lost



If, for some reason you want to get in touch with Waspfire but don't want to deal with her in person, this would be the place to do it.

Go ahead. Condemn poor Lady Harriet to have to deal with the troubling penguin mailbox.
preuxchevalier: (has the tea been poisoned?)

Delivered August 15th by Bee

[personal profile] preuxchevalier 2014-08-19 12:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Dear Ms. Rai Ms. Am Ammond,

I've left this far too long thanks to a lot of foolish pride that's unbecoming of a gentleman of any race, creed, or species. I'd like to extend my deepest apologies for the way I spoke to you at the end of July have spoken to you in the past, both recent and far-flung. I've spoken down to you more than once in our acquaintance, I'm sure, like one of your highbloods would.

I'm sorry to say that's rather the way of things where I'm from. Girls are treated as daughters and children until they become wives. There's almost always a fellow in the mix, looking out for her to make sure some other chap doesn't take advantage of her and seeing her honor is kept well intact. Occasionally telling her off when she's gotten above herself. Being a pill and shouting her down if she does something that might put her or the family name in danger. They're sort of treated as a different species entirely, you know? You've got certain ways you're meant to act toward them and they've got certain ways they're meant to act.

I've certainly come to realize that's hardly the thinking of a modern man what with all the modern birds we had buzzing about the game and here. We Woosters have rather thick heads, though, and actually getting anything out of them once it's stuck there is rather like trying to get blood from the proverbial stone. Hardly going to happen unless we're bashed over the head with the blasted thing.

All that's to say: I was horribly wrong and just horrible to you. I spoke to you as an absolutely rotten scoundrel from some penny dreadful would to a factory girl who's given him the pip. That's not the way a preux chevalier should address a young lady a person should talk to one of his chums. I know you don't need anyone. You're a perfectly self-sufficient sort of girl, which is far more than can be said for young Bertram. I know you don't need him, but I'm glad you do have Ienzo for whenever you want him there.

I'm sorry for how I've treated you, Ammond. How I've thought about you. I've been trying to get better, to whack the head with that dratted proverbial stone. I promise I shan't ever speak to you like that again. You don't deserve it, and no one does.

Deepest A.s,
Bertie
preuxchevalier: (huh...?)

At the end of the day delivered by Bee

[personal profile] preuxchevalier 2014-08-20 12:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Bertie cringes at the rough language Ammond uses to describe herself. Thanks to the translation effect, he has the benefit (and misfortune) of understanding the context of her words. It takes him a bit to write back as he has to mull everything over. He's not sure what sort of person would have a role like the one Murai described apart from a tramp, and he doesn't think that's what she means. He very much hopes that isn't what she means.]

Dear Ammond,

I'd like to be friends, as well. I daresay it will make tea with the family much less awkward. And I do sort of consider you family, you know? Like a cousin. That's a sort of person who's got the same relatives as you on one side of the family tree. You're Ienzo's moirail and I'm his matesp fianc mat partner. Getting on together will make him happy, and I think we're both out for that. And I do like you most of the time! When you aren't being a blighter.


[Bertie doesn't do emotes, but he hopes that comes across as joking.]

I'm something of a blighter myself, I know. Again, awfully sorry for that! Could we start over a bit? Pass a lot of the unpleasantness under the bridge and carry over? I don't think you're anything less just because you're a lowblood, old girl. Truth be told, apart from Ms. Feferi, a lot of the highbloods seemed a bit unpleasant. It's really just about you being a girl. For me, anyway. I'll try to quit that as best I can, but do feel free to box me if I'm tipping towards being an ass about it again.

Best,
Bertie