Written By Mirari
July 23, 2020, 12:03 p.m.(9/16/1013 AR)
I AM A FRIEND, THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
Written By Mirari
July 10, 2020, 12:18 p.m.(8/18/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Costas
My love,
Word of your passing is not wide spread. Unsurprising because I don't think any of your friends knew you were even in the city. I sit now with a bottle of the cologne I originally made for you-- I still have the formula written down --and am wafting the smell toward me. I can almost hear your gruff voice. I can almost feel your calloused fingers upon my shoulder. The world is dimmer without your bright eyes to bring me light. Sounds are muffled and dull without your raspiness to give them texture. Sensations are dulled without the roughness of your palms to give them definition.
Love is dead. It leaves with you.
But rest assured. Whoever did this will get what they deserve.
Word of your passing is not wide spread. Unsurprising because I don't think any of your friends knew you were even in the city. I sit now with a bottle of the cologne I originally made for you-- I still have the formula written down --and am wafting the smell toward me. I can almost hear your gruff voice. I can almost feel your calloused fingers upon my shoulder. The world is dimmer without your bright eyes to bring me light. Sounds are muffled and dull without your raspiness to give them texture. Sensations are dulled without the roughness of your palms to give them definition.
Love is dead. It leaves with you.
But rest assured. Whoever did this will get what they deserve.
Written By Mirari
July 2, 2020, 3:22 p.m.(8/2/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Costas
Love is dead.
Written By Mirari
June 7, 2020, 10:04 p.m.(6/8/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Costas
I found one of your old shirts, tonight. And from it a parchment bound pack of your old cigarillos. Stale and gross, I shall keep them near to my heart always. How I miss you.
Written By Mirari
June 7, 2020, 10:03 p.m.(6/8/1013 AR)
I find myself staring at cut and uncut gems and wondering not about the blades I could set them in, but the jeweler they could glitter in.
Written By Mirari
May 29, 2020, 6:12 a.m.(5/17/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Benjamin
Was your ghost moving me tonight, my friend? I met someone who reminds me so much of you. Yet, he's nothing like you at all. Maybe it's that smile. Maybe it's that sense that I can be myself around him. The way I could with you... I miss you.
Written By Mirari
May 26, 2020, 11:09 a.m.(5/12/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Shard
Thank you for that marvelous birthday present, Prima Shard. I had quite an entertaining evening!
Written By Mirari
May 25, 2020, 7:05 p.m.(5/10/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Svana
Marriage between one common person and another common person is a social contract only. Alice Warmbreath may say that Bobert Coldstein is her husband and then ten years down the line decide that she doesn't like the way he cooks eggs, and so tell him he is no longer her husband. Then inform her family and his family. And it will be done. It will not hold the sort of negative connotations that a Princess of House Azuredottr deciding that she no longer fancies the man she insisted on marrying in a love match seven months ago. Princess Azuredottr brings shame to House Azuredottr for so blatantly disregarding Fidelity. But as a common folk Alice Warmbreath may marry and divorce whomever she pleases and no one has a right to say anything about it. Common folk do not marry to create alliances between noble or royal houses who may decide to go to war except that their favorite cousin is there by marriage.
One of the freedoms granted to the common populous is that we may love who we please. We may have children when and if we please. We may "marry" or "divorce" as we please.
In short:
No one gives a rotten apple and if they do, well, give them a rotten apple.
One of the freedoms granted to the common populous is that we may love who we please. We may have children when and if we please. We may "marry" or "divorce" as we please.
In short:
No one gives a rotten apple and if they do, well, give them a rotten apple.
Written By Mirari
May 22, 2020, 9:59 a.m.(5/3/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
J-
This missive won't find you, so I'll file it in the Great Archive instead. How are you? I miss you. I was spending some time cleaning out my chambers today and re-organizing (how did it get this messy?), and I came across my copy of the promissory note of the initial loan you, as Guildmaster, gave me on behalf of the Crafter's Guild. So that I could set up Mixtures Obscura-- now Works Obscura. It was nearly eight years ago now.
I don't think I ever stopped to consider how much freedom you granted me that day. How much freedom the Crafters Guild gave me.
A path to walk of my own, a craft-- eventually two --of my own. Work for my idle hands. Something for which to pour myself into, and to put out into the world.
I miss you, my friend. Thank you for all you did as Guildmaster.
Yours,
Mirari Corsetina
This missive won't find you, so I'll file it in the Great Archive instead. How are you? I miss you. I was spending some time cleaning out my chambers today and re-organizing (how did it get this messy?), and I came across my copy of the promissory note of the initial loan you, as Guildmaster, gave me on behalf of the Crafter's Guild. So that I could set up Mixtures Obscura-- now Works Obscura. It was nearly eight years ago now.
I don't think I ever stopped to consider how much freedom you granted me that day. How much freedom the Crafters Guild gave me.
A path to walk of my own, a craft-- eventually two --of my own. Work for my idle hands. Something for which to pour myself into, and to put out into the world.
I miss you, my friend. Thank you for all you did as Guildmaster.
Yours,
Mirari Corsetina
Written By Mirari
May 17, 2020, 9:50 p.m.(4/22/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Eirene
He was someone you could trust, my Costas. As are you someone who can be trusted. I miss you old friend. Perhaps some night soon we'll share a toast to friends lost and friends that remain.
Written By Mirari
May 15, 2020, 2:38 a.m.(4/17/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Costas
As I write this I stare at the dried remains of a flower crown you once brought me. Beautiful snowdrops and bluebells. You won it at some silly competition and came home and placed it upon my head. For I was your queen, you said.
I wrote recently in my journals that I was considering the legacy of my family, and the idea of motherhood. But when I consider who would be the other half of that child... Do you remember when we spoke of it? I remember the look on your face-- as if it were burnt into my memory forever. The way your mouth curved upward, and the way your eyes were delighted.
"Someday, a daughter with her smile and her father's eyes. As beautiful as her mother and as charming as her father."
We could still have that someday if you would just come home...
I wrote recently in my journals that I was considering the legacy of my family, and the idea of motherhood. But when I consider who would be the other half of that child... Do you remember when we spoke of it? I remember the look on your face-- as if it were burnt into my memory forever. The way your mouth curved upward, and the way your eyes were delighted.
"Someday, a daughter with her smile and her father's eyes. As beautiful as her mother and as charming as her father."
We could still have that someday if you would just come home...
Written By Mirari
May 9, 2020, 5:34 a.m.(4/5/1013 AR)
It's strange, but I find myself considering the idea of motherhood. After all, there should be someone left to take over my legacy in the future.
Written By Mirari
May 3, 2020, 10:50 a.m.(3/22/1013 AR)
I have never been a particularly pious person. Yet, here I am sitting on the docks staring off into the water. It isn't the whirlpool that catches my interest today. No, instead it is the way the tide dances against the shore. It is the vastness of the sea. It is the way the ocean turns from blue to green to gray and back again. As the briney smell of the sea washes over me I cannot help be wonder;
Can I make a blade that captures some essence of the sea?
I think I shall try.
Can I make a blade that captures some essence of the sea?
I think I shall try.
Written By Mirari
April 25, 2020, 3:40 a.m.(3/5/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Costas
"My darkling love."
I found one of your letters today. The faintest of traces of your tobacco laced cologne wafted up from the page like a ghost appearing. Or, perhaps, a memory coming to life. I prefer the ghost analogy for you are haunting me lately.
I was your darkling love. It wasn't just that that is what you called me but because that's what we made each other.
I have known envy only once in my life, and it was watching you, with the utmost care, take my duchess' hand and place a kiss upon her palm. Never before nor since have I wanted something that someone else had.
I never asked what caused you to end your affair. I would like to say that I assumed it was why all relationships between commoners and nobles eventually end... But the truth is that I did not care.
I cared only that you would be mine. And, if I am being honest, I still don't care.
I know I said would I cut out your heart if you ever hurt me-- but it was a joke. I don't care where you have gotten off to. I care only to be your darkling love again.
Come home to me.
I found one of your letters today. The faintest of traces of your tobacco laced cologne wafted up from the page like a ghost appearing. Or, perhaps, a memory coming to life. I prefer the ghost analogy for you are haunting me lately.
I was your darkling love. It wasn't just that that is what you called me but because that's what we made each other.
I have known envy only once in my life, and it was watching you, with the utmost care, take my duchess' hand and place a kiss upon her palm. Never before nor since have I wanted something that someone else had.
I never asked what caused you to end your affair. I would like to say that I assumed it was why all relationships between commoners and nobles eventually end... But the truth is that I did not care.
I cared only that you would be mine. And, if I am being honest, I still don't care.
I know I said would I cut out your heart if you ever hurt me-- but it was a joke. I don't care where you have gotten off to. I care only to be your darkling love again.
Come home to me.
Written By Mirari
April 21, 2020, 5:54 p.m.(2/26/1013 AR)
I really, really despise bullies. I do not care what your station is-- High Noble, King, Queen, Noble of a Barony, a Commoner. A foreign dignitary. I, and I cannot emphasize this enough, hate bullies. If I catch wind of your bullying, well. I may be a commoner nobody but I am quite happy to piss people off now and then when it comes to sticking it to bullies.
Written By Mirari
April 19, 2020, 4:40 a.m.(2/21/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Costas
I dreamt of you last night, my dark heart. I was drowning in a sea the color of your eyes while you, yourself, were standing upon an island. Tall and proud. That cocky smile upon your face as the waves battered me back. I called for you but my cries fell on deaf ears. I was swept away and you didn't come for me.
You told me, once, that love was a knife. Oh, those angst filled days when we were so enthralled with each other and our own drama. Star crossed lover's who must remain a secret.
I held onto that knife so long. I let it dig its way straight to my heart. I let that knife cut me straight to the bone. And how I want to let it go.
But I cannot forget you, I cannot let go.
Come home to me, Costas Voducce.
You told me, once, that love was a knife. Oh, those angst filled days when we were so enthralled with each other and our own drama. Star crossed lover's who must remain a secret.
I held onto that knife so long. I let it dig its way straight to my heart. I let that knife cut me straight to the bone. And how I want to let it go.
But I cannot forget you, I cannot let go.
Come home to me, Costas Voducce.
Written By Mirari
April 12, 2020, 3:40 a.m.(2/7/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Arianna
Get well soon!
Written By Mirari
March 28, 2020, 1:25 p.m.(1/5/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Revell
I have asked this question many times, myself. As if I am cursed by Limerance to always be withheld his gaze. But, no. I have gone back and read through my own journals and I found I know the answer, at least for myself.
Love is a neutral force that can be both good and bad. Love is that moment when someone becomes a person to you. Rather than a non-entity in the backdrop of the dream that we live. I will share now a journal I wrote eight years ago, when many things were different. A journal about the now Marquessa Malespero, then Lady Pravus. If there is one person in Arvum that I love, it is Marquessa Malespro, for all that we rarely see or speak to each other these days. Indeed, love is the remembrance of a person:
"When I asked Lady Lianne about her definition of love, I did not expect to see so much of myself in her. Her eyes so curious and questioning. Striving to see and understand. I did not expect my heart to start beating the way it did. Was that love? The rush is gone now."
Love is a neutral force that can be both good and bad. Love is that moment when someone becomes a person to you. Rather than a non-entity in the backdrop of the dream that we live. I will share now a journal I wrote eight years ago, when many things were different. A journal about the now Marquessa Malespero, then Lady Pravus. If there is one person in Arvum that I love, it is Marquessa Malespro, for all that we rarely see or speak to each other these days. Indeed, love is the remembrance of a person:
"When I asked Lady Lianne about her definition of love, I did not expect to see so much of myself in her. Her eyes so curious and questioning. Striving to see and understand. I did not expect my heart to start beating the way it did. Was that love? The rush is gone now."
Written By Mirari
March 17, 2020, 4:51 p.m.(12/12/1012 AR)
A true apology generally requires some thought and time to plan out.
Written By Mirari
Jan. 11, 2020, 10:42 p.m.(7/18/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Esme
Based on the responses of others I will have to concede that you are correct:
That love is defined by the one who feels it. However, I still find myself in a contemplatives quandary. When we are born we know nothing. It is our parents or caregivers responsibility to teach us. We are blank slates upon which they pass on their knowledge. Did you know what a cookie was until your mother held one out and said, "Here, little one, have a cookie."
Did you know the color orange until you were taught your colors? We do not know how to read until we are taught our letters and how to put them together. I do not remember being taught the concept of anger, but I am certain that as a toddler when I was throwing a tantrum over having to go to bed I did not know what I was feeling. I am certain that my mother taught me that I was behaving badly because I was angry.
As creatures we know nothing until we are taught.
So if we know nothing until we are taught, but Love is something we define for ourselves...
Who teaches us love?
And are we being taught the right kind of love?
That love is defined by the one who feels it. However, I still find myself in a contemplatives quandary. When we are born we know nothing. It is our parents or caregivers responsibility to teach us. We are blank slates upon which they pass on their knowledge. Did you know what a cookie was until your mother held one out and said, "Here, little one, have a cookie."
Did you know the color orange until you were taught your colors? We do not know how to read until we are taught our letters and how to put them together. I do not remember being taught the concept of anger, but I am certain that as a toddler when I was throwing a tantrum over having to go to bed I did not know what I was feeling. I am certain that my mother taught me that I was behaving badly because I was angry.
As creatures we know nothing until we are taught.
So if we know nothing until we are taught, but Love is something we define for ourselves...
Who teaches us love?
And are we being taught the right kind of love?
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