Letters
(Open, Unmoderated, Prompt Meme Challenge)
Recent works
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And I Would Be The One by toffeecape
Fandoms: Nine Worlds Series - Victoria Goddard, Lays of the Hearth-Fire - Victoria Goddard
18 Aug 2023
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On the importance of screening mail for retired heads of state.
Series
- Part 12 of Getting Laid At The Hearthfire
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A Treasonous Request by SunInGlory
Fandoms: Nine Worlds Series - Victoria Goddard, Lays of the Hearth-Fire - Victoria Goddard
12 Aug 2023
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You blinked, forced yourself to focus on the print rather than the words. The hand of the writer, Kip Mdang of Tahivoa, according to the signature at the bottom of the page, was clear, pleasing—beautiful really, with simple flourishes that made the letter feel like a piece of art rather than an argument.
For all that the letter should never have made it to you, now that you had it in your hand, you could not imagine letting it go.
Recent bookmarks
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A Treasonous Request by SunInGlory
Fandoms: Nine Worlds Series - Victoria Goddard, Lays of the Hearth-Fire - Victoria Goddard
12 Aug 2023
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You blinked, forced yourself to focus on the print rather than the words. The hand of the writer, Kip Mdang of Tahivoa, according to the signature at the bottom of the page, was clear, pleasing—beautiful really, with simple flourishes that made the letter feel like a piece of art rather than an argument.
For all that the letter should never have made it to you, now that you had it in your hand, you could not imagine letting it go.
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A Manual of Correspondence by rattyjol
Fandoms: Nine Worlds Series - Victoria Goddard, The Red Company Series - Victoria Goddard
12 Aug 2023
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Alone in a tower, a young man writes a letter to his tutor.
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Hidden in plain sight by alfgifu
Fandoms: Nine Worlds Series - Victoria Goddard, The Lays of the Hearth-Fire Series - Victoria Goddard, The Red Company Reformed Series - Victoria Goddard
12 Aug 2023
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Then, with a flourishing bow, Ser Rhodin asked me to raise the Wall of Silence. You did so, intrigued. This was unusual, though not unheard of. He did, sometimes, have updates that could not be shared even with your inner guard.
His manner relaxed infinitesimally, once we had aural privacy. He withdrew a couple of somewhat crumpled sheets of paper from the pouch at his belt and placed them on my desk. “My lord, I regret to report that your Hands is engaged in a clandestine correspondence.”
Series
- Part 2 of Kip Thistlethwaite