Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2015 14:34:40 GMT -5
Alfonso Capitani was not in a good headspace. In the last few days he had been told two things, that his mother had died and that she had not named her successor. It left, as one could imagine, the family in a great sense of turmoil and distress.
Grief had effected Alfie in a way he did not understand, it made him sad, of course, but for many hours he had denied that his mother was truly gone. He felt stressed and hurt, but not with a wound instead as if someone had betrayed or lied to him.
This feeling had quickly found a natural development into anger. He was angry at his family for their sadness, he was angry at his mother for being weak and leaving him. He was also angry that she had not had the forethought to name her replacement – as if she would know she would die from toppling from a horse!
The grief, and the strain of the feeling, had also brought on his seizures. And Alfie had met only one person, in his near 18 years, who was not perturbed by the fact his mind was plagued. She trickled through his mind so persistently, that, when he had voiced the option of his leaving he found himself putting pen to paper and her name was on the envelope.
The letter read thus;
A talented writer, though he kept this pursuit private, this was far from a letter of love’s labour and yet somehow it seemed to read romantically....
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@gwyneveredeschenes
Grief had effected Alfie in a way he did not understand, it made him sad, of course, but for many hours he had denied that his mother was truly gone. He felt stressed and hurt, but not with a wound instead as if someone had betrayed or lied to him.
This feeling had quickly found a natural development into anger. He was angry at his family for their sadness, he was angry at his mother for being weak and leaving him. He was also angry that she had not had the forethought to name her replacement – as if she would know she would die from toppling from a horse!
The grief, and the strain of the feeling, had also brought on his seizures. And Alfie had met only one person, in his near 18 years, who was not perturbed by the fact his mind was plagued. She trickled through his mind so persistently, that, when he had voiced the option of his leaving he found himself putting pen to paper and her name was on the envelope.
The letter read thus;
With sweetest regards,
To the Lady @gwyneveredeschenes
In the mere five days since I was graced with your presence much turmoil has decorated my life. I admit that when you stumbled upon me those many moons ago I felt in a vulnerable and weak place. That place, that time, that moment, seems so many aeons away from this one.
On this page I will not dally, but make plain my wish to see you again. I am intending to leave Bordelaix on the turn of the month, a ship will be returning home and I will likely be upon it. Yet, I could not bear to do so without the charm of your delightful company at least once more, for doing so would leave me feeling unfulfilled.
Sincerely and in hope,
Alfonso Capitani
To the Lady @gwyneveredeschenes
In the mere five days since I was graced with your presence much turmoil has decorated my life. I admit that when you stumbled upon me those many moons ago I felt in a vulnerable and weak place. That place, that time, that moment, seems so many aeons away from this one.
On this page I will not dally, but make plain my wish to see you again. I am intending to leave Bordelaix on the turn of the month, a ship will be returning home and I will likely be upon it. Yet, I could not bear to do so without the charm of your delightful company at least once more, for doing so would leave me feeling unfulfilled.
Sincerely and in hope,
Alfonso Capitani
A talented writer, though he kept this pursuit private, this was far from a letter of love’s labour and yet somehow it seemed to read romantically....
~~
@gwyneveredeschenes