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(wastedlands) [Pirvate to Rose]***
Dear Rose,
I apologize for leaving so quickly after our afternoon together. Just wanted to check in to make sure you were doing alright. Any lasting marks you had to explain? I hope you were able to hide them well, if necessary. Depending on how he might take it, of course-- although I don't expect he'd be very understanding about us, would he?
I do hope you understand why I couldn't stay; it isn't that I don't think it would be right, or even enjoyable. But I couldn't bear to share you with him.
Perhaps we will see each other again. Perhaps not, and that may be for the best. But I wanted to let you know that I don't regret anything we did. I'd hope you feel the same.
The Master
When with moss and honey / She tips her bending brier,
And half unfolds her glowing heart, / She sets the world on fire.
***[[OOC: yes, the misspelling is intentional-- this is an unlocked, public message that everyone can see]]
http://community.livejournal.com/wastedlands/182067.html
I apologize for leaving so quickly after our afternoon together. Just wanted to check in to make sure you were doing alright. Any lasting marks you had to explain? I hope you were able to hide them well, if necessary. Depending on how he might take it, of course-- although I don't expect he'd be very understanding about us, would he?
I do hope you understand why I couldn't stay; it isn't that I don't think it would be right, or even enjoyable. But I couldn't bear to share you with him.
Perhaps we will see each other again. Perhaps not, and that may be for the best. But I wanted to let you know that I don't regret anything we did. I'd hope you feel the same.
The Master
When with moss and honey / She tips her bending brier,
And half unfolds her glowing heart, / She sets the world on fire.
***[[OOC: yes, the misspelling is intentional-- this is an unlocked, public message that everyone can see]]
http://community.livejournal.com/wastedlands/182067.html