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A Letter to Narciso -- April 20th 1891
Apr. 20th, 2011 08:28 pmMy dearest Narciso,
Well I shall hope you are still mine, and perhaps I like to hope that I am at least missed. It has only been three days since I saw you last, but this should take a day or so to arrive, and even then, I should like to hope that I am missed. And if you should like to hope the same, then I can confirm that you are. Very much so.
It is night-time here now, but I spent the day out on the lawns, and a part from sleeping, I found my thoughts falling to you. Yes, I fell asleep on the lawn. The grass still is not quite brilliant green, still that pale green and yellow. But not the light brown of winter. And there are flowers. Laying out on the grass, all dressed in blue--Robert and Flora off playing with Hattie. Hattie is a 'Pyrenean Mountain Dog' that Robert was given for his last birthday. Large, thick furred creature, as big as Robert himself is! But I was laying on the lawn, just moments from sleep when I wished terribly that you could be there with me.
I know that it would not be quite the same, and I hesitate on this, but I think that I would like to try sharing a dream with you. Prisoners Honey makes me uneasy, but I think I would accept the risk for this. It did not always, and I have even used sharing for investigations, but you have seen the vial about my neck so you should know why it scares me now. I do not dare write its name for fear that this letter will be read before it reaches you, but what was in the vial and the experience still sometimes lingers. Almost the same not remembering I have with the Fingerkings. So I avoid Honey for fear of losing control of that lingering. And yet I would not be alone. So, perhaps.
[there a lot that has been written, scratched out, and written, making a whole paragraph of scribbles]
I also seem to have left my suit jacket in your sitting room. I must request that you take good care of it. You were right that I wore it just for you, and I am fond enough of it to want to wear it more than that one night. And you may keep the plum jerkum bottle that I also left. It was a gift from Uncle and Mila, but one that you may keep as a momento. You may not keep Saunder, however! I do hope you are taking care of my little brown bat, in any case. Even if it is silly, Nathan is looking after Bar's pet goldfish while he is also away, so perhaps you two should visit? I did mean my suggestion that you and Nathan should spend time together. My love and my most favourite of artists.
But Flora has requested to sit on my lap so I will end this letter here. I do hope to write you again, and I will include the address where I will be staying next if you wish to send one in reply.
I love you.
---your 'pavona', L****
[an address is written on the back]
Well I shall hope you are still mine, and perhaps I like to hope that I am at least missed. It has only been three days since I saw you last, but this should take a day or so to arrive, and even then, I should like to hope that I am missed. And if you should like to hope the same, then I can confirm that you are. Very much so.
It is night-time here now, but I spent the day out on the lawns, and a part from sleeping, I found my thoughts falling to you. Yes, I fell asleep on the lawn. The grass still is not quite brilliant green, still that pale green and yellow. But not the light brown of winter. And there are flowers. Laying out on the grass, all dressed in blue--Robert and Flora off playing with Hattie. Hattie is a 'Pyrenean Mountain Dog' that Robert was given for his last birthday. Large, thick furred creature, as big as Robert himself is! But I was laying on the lawn, just moments from sleep when I wished terribly that you could be there with me.
I know that it would not be quite the same, and I hesitate on this, but I think that I would like to try sharing a dream with you. Prisoners Honey makes me uneasy, but I think I would accept the risk for this. It did not always, and I have even used sharing for investigations, but you have seen the vial about my neck so you should know why it scares me now. I do not dare write its name for fear that this letter will be read before it reaches you, but what was in the vial and the experience still sometimes lingers. Almost the same not remembering I have with the Fingerkings. So I avoid Honey for fear of losing control of that lingering. And yet I would not be alone. So, perhaps.
I also seem to have left my suit jacket in your sitting room. I must request that you take good care of it. You were right that I wore it just for you, and I am fond enough of it to want to wear it more than that one night. And you may keep the plum jerkum bottle that I also left. It was a gift from Uncle and Mila, but one that you may keep as a momento. You may not keep Saunder, however! I do hope you are taking care of my little brown bat, in any case. Even if it is silly, Nathan is looking after Bar's pet goldfish while he is also away, so perhaps you two should visit? I did mean my suggestion that you and Nathan should spend time together. My love and my most favourite of artists.
But Flora has requested to sit on my lap so I will end this letter here. I do hope to write you again, and I will include the address where I will be staying next if you wish to send one in reply.
I love you.
---your 'pavona', L****
[an address is written on the back]
