Work Text:
Written on a postcard, with a picture of the Old Beacon on it. The address segment is blank
(Translated from Síochánta to Halen)
Hey ██████
Can’t say I had. Seems like a lot. It’s █████ ████ ████ ██ ███ ████, can’t imagine a bloody school.
I’d like to meet this kid, sounds like a riot. And if she was involved with all that, █ █████ ██ ████ ██ ████ █ ██████, you know? That disc thing sounds very interesting, █████ █████ ███ ████ ██████ ██ ████ ███, ██████. Know where she got it? And you sure your ███████ ain’t the feckless kinda adult either?
The scar sounds cool as hell, ████ ███████████. Not got anythin’ to compare. ███. You do know that ██ █████ █████ ████ ██, right? Don’t get stupid, now.
Feck, you met ████████? That’s not great. I’ll handle it. If anythin' wild happens my end, I’ll let you know, but all the good stuff seems to be happenin’ to you!
Glad you had fun, keep it up. Seems like your lot like you, ██ ████ ████.
Go n'éirí leat to you too
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