[It's taken Bertie some time to work up the moxy to actually confront Peter about his little biting adventure with Spirit. It's not so much that he's worried the Wendigo might go mad again as... he's worried the Wendigo might go mad. That about sums it up.]
Peter,
Bertie here, old boy, and well, it's with rather grim tidings. 'Fraid I had to heal Albarn's arm the other day from some nasty business - biting, infection, the whole blasted lot. He told me you'd been the one to do it. Really not on, man. If it's this Wendigo business getting to you, why the devil haven't you wished it away? Have you made up with Zephyr? I'll take care of putting in the request if you haven't. It's got to stop.
Zephyr and I talked and it's not going to happen again. I'm going to wish myself back human soonwhen I'm ready soon, and I'm not going to hurt anyone else. Trust me.
Peter
Is he actually alright now or was he full of shit when he said it was all healed?
Well, when a chap's got an infection running through the wound down to the bone, it does dashed funny things to the noodle. Calling in young Bertram would seem to fall in the mix. I healed him, but Great Scots, did you ever do a number. It hurt like billy-o!
Why haven't you wished yourself human if you've got the green light from Zephyr? What even set you off?
Kids g() l()()king f()r answers when they think s()me()ne's h()lding ()ut, dude, that's what kids d(), maybe y()u sh()uld have remembered they're a wiggler bef()re y()u started speculating ab()ut ()ther pe()ple's c()ncupiscent pr()clavities in fr()nt ()f them
G()d fucking damn it this is why civilized species limit c()ntact between adults and children
[After much hemming and hawing on her part, Elizabeth finally pens a letter to the apparent other monster living in the Meadous. Her writing is neat and very precise for someone with blunted hard fingernails handling a pen.]
Hello,
I am Elizabeth. I've only arrived a few days back myself.
I was told in passing correspondence with Zephyr you arrived from the Ryslig Peninsula as well. Given the nature of this place I was curious to see how you've been settling thus far. This place is a grand departure from what we've both experienced in the peninsula.
Is Zephyr what he seems to be? I am personally having a hard time really believing things can be this peaceful.
If you ever wish to speak personally I reside at 9333 Toffee Blvd.
[Days go by and Peter reads the letter again and again before he can bring himself to answer. It's no one he knows; he can't say if this is one of the good ones or one of the bad, though her vague distrust of Zephyr is, uncomfortably enough, a good sign in his eyes.
He should probably go round and see her. He absolutely does not want to do so right now.]
Zephyr's a kid. They mean well, that part's real enough. As far as I can tell all they want out of us is for us to live in their little fishbowl and belong to them. Easy gig after our mutual acquaintances in Ryslig, but you'll notice we still don't have a lot of choice.
When you wish to be human again, you're going to want to phrase it carefully.
Do you know Flash or Ginko? What are you right now?
[In contrast, Elizabeth's response only takes a day before it finds itself in Peter's mailbox. She keeps her thoughts on wishing herself human again to herself for now.]
Given what gods have done to use before, it is still an uncomfortable thought we are playthings once again. Be it for a child with apparent good intentions.
I see. Did you have problems with that? You sound like you have experience with such.
I heard of someone named Ginko, but had never met him. I am bull I suppose? I do not quite know the appropriate terminology. I have grown hooves and the like before my arrival here.
[Bertie's written and rewritten his response to 'Peter's letter' far too many times. He daren't show the thing to Ienzo for a once over, but he hopes it's appropriately off-putting without dashing the other man's hopes for ever finding a companion.]
Dear Peter,
Well, it's not every day a chap receives a letter out of the blue, is it? No, certainly not. I just wanted you to know I've been noticing you lately. I don't want you to think otherwise, old sport. I don't always say it, mind, but a bird can't help the eye catching on you or your messages when you're out and about. Rather the natty dress and whatnot, what?
Look, I've rewritten this blasted letter a hundred bally times. It's just not the sort of thing that's meant to be, is it? An affianced fellow carrying on with the person who isn't his intended. The heart wants what it wants, though. Some famous French bird said that somewhere. Or what it a German? It might have been Spanish.
Well, the point is, the Continent's got something to say on the matter of the tender pash and how the mind goes awandering where a man least wants it to be doing any sort of a.ing. You understand, of course. I really hope you do, my man.
I don't mean to be, well, blunt isn't quite the word, but I know you're the sort for that. We Woosters have always prided our selves on our honor. Duty and courage and all the standard fair. If I were ever tipping my hat to that, you'd be the first chap I'd come calling on. You really ought to know that.
You're a clever and interesting chappie. Dashed entertaining, smartish togs, the magic bits. Anyone would be so lucky. And I'll keep hoping someone is.
[It takes Peter a day to figure out how he wants to reply to this. He wasn't kidding when he wrote on the bulletin board that he wanted a screw, but he hadn't expected anyone to take him up on it. He really hadn't expected Bertie, of all people, to write him a long goddamn letter confessing his unrequited love or lust or whatever he's on about.
But it's something to consider, isn't it? He's never cared for men so much as he does women, but never let it be said Peter Vincent is shy about sex in any form. Trouble is, Bertie has a point about the fiance thing; Peter might not've minded being a homewrecker in another life, but it'd be a real bitch to be stuck living practically next door to a man after screwing his husband-to-be -- and he likes Ienzo, to boot.]
Bertie,
Color me flattered, but you can't just send someone a letter like that if you're not going to follow through, tip your hat to honor, whatever you want to call it. I don't know what's going on in that household of yours and I don't care, but you'd better figure out exactly what it is you want here before you start telling a man you've been noticing him. I'm not above a quick fuck, you should know that, but maybe think about your priorities and your husband or whatever.
[Think about his priorities? Bertie was trying to let the man down gently, and he gets a finger wagged at him for responding with some sympathy? Well!]
Peter,
I've been thinking about him, thank you very much. And I've been thinking about what he might say if he saw these letters. Some lovesick sap confessing his feelings, and the bird being confessed to having a firmish word with him. I think I might well have him look at this next letter if it's not settled off.
He'd be all for the tact, mind. I'm absolutely sure of it. A q.f. certainly isn't on the agenda. Not if Ienzo or young Bertram have a say in it. Do set your sights a bit higher, man.
IF YOU GOT WORRY ON A MOTHERFUCKER'S GOING AT TO GO AFTER YOU, TELL ME. i can't guess well enough what's being wanted for by fear alone. BUT YOU KNOW I COULD TAKE HIM. i've told you as much i've got it over on him times before.
BY ALL THAT GETTING DONE, YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO DIG ON OUT OF THAT MESS YOU'RE DOING FOR AS RIGHT OF NOW. i'm fair certain you're making about places you shouldn't be. IT'S MORE APT TO DO BETTER BY YOU IF YOU DON'T.
i know justin can be a motherfucking asshole but i don't want no one using this to justify some shit ill making the haps to you. TRY AND CONSIDER WHATEVER AT THEY'RE SAYING FOR, YEAH?
I think we both know if he comes after me I'm not going to have warning to tell you about it. I'm fucking done, alright? He fucking attacks me and threatens me and there's nothing, I call him a name and everyone's up my ass about it. I don't need this shit.
AY? that's your motherfucking plan then, peter? NOBODY CAN BE GETTING BY FAST ENOUGH AND AIN'T NOBODY'S GOT AT IN THEM TO CARE SO WHY GIVE A SHIT? bait the motherfucker further and get up over with, the less to think it unjust the better?
FIRST OFF, THAT'S A STUPID ASS PLAN. i know your pride is hurt but tell it to shut the fuck up for a goddamn minute as to be allowing your survival.
SECOND, WHAT EXACTLY IS IT DO YOU THINK I CAN DO? mere give motherfuckers a poor day's sleep? I COULD BRING THESE MEADOUS TO KNEEL IF I WANTED, AND JUSTIN'S HARDLY AN EXCEPTION. [Justin he's actually made kneel before, if not this one. Justin of both sorts were one of the easiest he could ever bring to bow.]
you think i'd just let him or anyone cull your ass? YOU DON'T KNOW ME VERY WELL, HOMIE.
there's a better way about this. I CAN GET ABOUT DEALING BY HIM IF I CAN GET THE BOTH OF YOU TO MAKE OPENS OVER IT. you have to preach truth full. YOU HAVE TO GET TO HEARING IT. even by just you, gives a manner of leverage sympathetic. NO ONE FULL FUCKING HATES. can still appeal to the motherfucking opinion.
BUT IF YOU WANT TO HAVE FUCKING PITY WANK OVER YOUR OWN ASS INSTEAD THEN THAT IS BEING ON YOU.
[A couple of days after the wild boar population has suddenly boomed Peter will, one early morning, find an extremely dead one on his front step.
Nothing else. Just a dead boar. Someone with a good eye will be able to notice bite marks at the board's throat, and someone who is really clever will be able to note said bite marks match that of a fox's dentition.
[One day before the snow drops, a package for Peter appears on his front step. Inside of it is a sweater made of a deep, almost-burgundy red yarn, and a pair of mittens and a scarf in black.
On top of that, there's a simple knit tube that looks like it could very easily slip on to a snake. Funny about that.]
You've made iit another year and now you have to be cold wiith the re2t of u2 iin2tead of beiing chompy. -Xanthou2
[Extra curious, though, is that inside one of the arms of the scarf Peter will find a second note as well as a simple, stitched applique of...what looks like a bite mark? Very classy, Xanthous. The second note reads:]
II'm not goiing to claiim II know everythiing that you've gone through, but II'm glad you've 2tuck around here and II hope you can keep on thii2 path of hatiing your2elf le22.
[At least it's all in Peter's colors? The snake cozy gets a lot of titters out of Peter; fewer from Lilith. More tittering from Peter again once he's stuffed her into it and she has to grudgingly admit that it's actually sort of nice.
The amusement dies down once he's found the second note in the midst of trying on the sweater (not that he's planning to wear it or anything, god. He's not sure what to make of this, really.
So he's a bit of a dick about it.]
Which snake is the cozy supposed to go on?
[Except on the back he's scrawled a quick drawing of Lilith wearing it, and the word Thanks.]
Though, really, the worst part is the joke is lost on Xanthous for far longer than it should be. He doesn't ask anyone to help him decipher it, because that would probably. Be weird, but then. Oh.
Oh.]
Thiink iit miight be a biit biig for the one iin your pant2, but you're welcome to put iit on anythiing you want.
[Eliza hasn't really spoken to Peter, but she said she was going to draw something for everyone and that's what she's going to do. So he gets a drawing of himself riding a gargoyle that looks loosely like the one holding up his mailbox. It's signed with Eliza's name and has "Merry Christmas!" as a note.]
[Monty isn't really sure what to get Peter. He's still, if he's being honest, a bit embarrassed about the way he'd come onto the man when he'd been high on those blasted cupcakes. But it hadn't been a bad time with him. Not at all. He wouldn't even mind an encore performance, really...
A package is left in his mailbox. It contains a pendant and a short letter from Monty:]
Peter,
I look forward to your first performance on the stage.
Dude. Did you seriously just try and rat me out to Mom? What even made you think she was going to tell you anything? Even if she hated me, don't you think that would be a bit awkward for her to explain?
For the record, what I do doesn't have anything to do with her. And what I do isn't going to have anything to do with you either if I can help it. I thought I told you as much. I'm not interested in you or your creepy little snake heart anymore.
Fuck off, the adults had a conversation and it didn't concern you. As long as you stay away from me and don't fuck up the coffee house I don't give a shit what you do.
You literally had a conversation about me, that came around to being directed back at me. That's pretty much the definition of concerning someone.
And on top of that, I just said that the feeling is mutual. I don't want you anywhere near me either. The whole stupid thing on the bulletin board that you didn't seem to understand was that I'm trying to get away from you and the rest of you animal heart people. So stop freaking out about it. If I was gonna hunt you down I would have.
I haven't done anything to the coffeehouse either. It's fine. Ask anyone. Or that alien girl, you know the one with the red eyes. You'd probably know it for yourself if you ever even went back there.
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Date: 2016-03-14 04:15 pm (UTC)Peter,
Bertie here, old boy, and well, it's with rather grim tidings. 'Fraid I had to heal Albarn's arm the other day from some nasty business - biting, infection, the whole blasted lot. He told me you'd been the one to do it. Really not on, man. If it's this Wendigo business getting to you, why the devil haven't you wished it away? Have you made up with Zephyr? I'll take care of putting in the request if you haven't. It's got to stop.
Best,
Bertie
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Date: 2016-03-15 12:42 am (UTC)You're the one he went to?
Zephyr and I talked and it's not going to happen again. I'm going to wish myself back human
soonwhen I'm readysoon, and I'm not going to hurt anyone else. Trust me.Peter
Is he actually alright now or was he full of shit when he said it was all healed?
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Date: 2016-03-15 03:21 pm (UTC)Well, when a chap's got an infection running through the wound down to the bone, it does dashed funny things to the noodle. Calling in young Bertram would seem to fall in the mix. I healed him, but Great Scots, did you ever do a number. It hurt like billy-o!
Why haven't you wished yourself human if you've got the green light from Zephyr? What even set you off?
Best,
Bertie
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Date: 2016-06-06 10:58 pm (UTC)G()d fucking damn it this is why civilized species limit c()ntact between adults and children
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Date: 2016-07-20 01:01 am (UTC)Hello,
I am Elizabeth. I've only arrived a few days back myself.
I was told in passing correspondence with Zephyr you arrived from the Ryslig Peninsula as well. Given the nature of this place I was curious to see how you've been settling thus far. This place is a grand departure from what we've both experienced in the peninsula.
Is Zephyr what he seems to be? I am personally having a hard time really believing things can be this peaceful.
If you ever wish to speak personally I reside at 9333 Toffee Blvd.
Thank you for your time,
Elizabeth.
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Date: 2016-08-22 06:15 am (UTC)He should probably go round and see her. He absolutely does not want to do so right now.]
Zephyr's a kid. They mean well, that part's real enough. As far as I can tell all they want out of us is for us to live in their little fishbowl and belong to them. Easy gig after our mutual acquaintances in Ryslig, but you'll notice we still don't have a lot of choice.
When you wish to be human again, you're going to want to phrase it carefully.
Do you know Flash or Ginko? What are you right now?
July 19th
Date: 2016-08-23 11:51 pm (UTC)Given what gods have done to use before, it is still an uncomfortable thought we are playthings once again. Be it for a child with apparent good intentions.
I see. Did you have problems with that? You sound like you have experience with such.
I heard of someone named Ginko, but had never met him. I am bull I suppose? I do not quite know the appropriate terminology. I have grown hooves and the like before my arrival here.
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Date: 2017-03-11 04:04 am (UTC)Dear Peter,
Well, it's not every day a chap receives a letter out of the blue, is it? No, certainly not. I just wanted you to know I've been noticing you lately. I don't want you to think otherwise, old sport. I don't always say it, mind, but a bird can't help the eye catching on you or your messages when you're out and about. Rather the natty dress and whatnot, what?
Look, I've rewritten this blasted letter a hundred bally times. It's just not the sort of thing that's meant to be, is it? An affianced fellow carrying on with the person who isn't his intended. The heart wants what it wants, though. Some famous French bird said that somewhere. Or what it a German? It might have been Spanish.
Well, the point is, the Continent's got something to say on the matter of the tender pash and how the mind goes awandering where a man least wants it to be doing any sort of a.ing. You understand, of course. I really hope you do, my man.
I don't mean to be, well, blunt isn't quite the word, but I know you're the sort for that. We Woosters have always prided our selves on our honor. Duty and courage and all the standard fair. If I were ever tipping my hat to that, you'd be the first chap I'd come calling on. You really ought to know that.
You're a clever and interesting chappie. Dashed entertaining, smartish togs, the magic bits. Anyone would be so lucky. And I'll keep hoping someone is.
All the Best,
Bertie
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Date: 2017-03-21 12:31 am (UTC)But it's something to consider, isn't it? He's never cared for men so much as he does women, but never let it be said Peter Vincent is shy about sex in any form. Trouble is, Bertie has a point about the fiance thing; Peter might not've minded being a homewrecker in another life, but it'd be a real bitch to be stuck living practically next door to a man after screwing his husband-to-be -- and he likes Ienzo, to boot.]
Bertie,
Color me flattered, but you can't just send someone a letter like that if you're not going to follow through, tip your hat to honor, whatever you want to call it. I don't know what's going on in that household of yours and I don't care, but you'd better figure out exactly what it is you want here before you start telling a man you've been noticing him. I'm not above a quick fuck, you should know that, but maybe think about your priorities and your husband or whatever.
Peter
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Date: 2017-03-21 01:04 am (UTC)Peter,
I've been thinking about him, thank you very much. And I've been thinking about what he might say if he saw these letters. Some lovesick sap confessing his feelings, and the bird being confessed to having a firmish word with him. I think I might well have him look at this next letter if it's not settled off.
He'd be all for the tact, mind. I'm absolutely sure of it. A q.f. certainly isn't on the agenda. Not if Ienzo or young Bertram have a say in it. Do set your sights a bit higher, man.
Best,
Bertie
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Date: 2017-05-15 04:21 am (UTC)IF YOU GOT WORRY ON A MOTHERFUCKER'S GOING AT TO GO AFTER YOU, TELL ME. i can't guess well enough what's being wanted for by fear alone. BUT YOU KNOW I COULD TAKE HIM. i've told you as much i've got it over on him times before.
BY ALL THAT GETTING DONE, YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO DIG ON OUT OF THAT MESS YOU'RE DOING FOR AS RIGHT OF NOW. i'm fair certain you're making about places you shouldn't be. IT'S MORE APT TO DO BETTER BY YOU IF YOU DON'T.
i know justin can be a motherfucking asshole but i don't want no one using this to justify some shit ill making the haps to you. TRY AND CONSIDER WHATEVER AT THEY'RE SAYING FOR, YEAH?
- izzekiel ♑︎
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Date: 2017-05-21 09:39 pm (UTC)I think we both know if he comes after me I'm not going to have warning to tell you about it. I'm fucking done, alright? He fucking attacks me and threatens me and there's nothing, I call him a name and everyone's up my ass about it. I don't need this shit.
-Peter
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Date: 2017-05-22 12:21 am (UTC)FIRST OFF, THAT'S A STUPID ASS PLAN. i know your pride is hurt but tell it to shut the fuck up for a goddamn minute as to be allowing your survival.
SECOND, WHAT EXACTLY IS IT DO YOU THINK I CAN DO? mere give motherfuckers a poor day's sleep? I COULD BRING THESE MEADOUS TO KNEEL IF I WANTED, AND JUSTIN'S HARDLY AN EXCEPTION. [Justin he's actually made kneel before, if not this one. Justin of both sorts were one of the easiest he could ever bring to bow.]
you think i'd just let him or anyone cull your ass? YOU DON'T KNOW ME VERY WELL, HOMIE.
there's a better way about this. I CAN GET ABOUT DEALING BY HIM IF I CAN GET THE BOTH OF YOU TO MAKE OPENS OVER IT. you have to preach truth full. YOU HAVE TO GET TO HEARING IT. even by just you, gives a manner of leverage sympathetic. NO ONE FULL FUCKING HATES. can still appeal to the motherfucking opinion.
BUT IF YOU WANT TO HAVE FUCKING PITY WANK OVER YOUR OWN ASS INSTEAD THEN THAT IS BEING ON YOU.
-izzy ♑︎︎
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Date: 2017-10-02 10:54 pm (UTC)Nothing else. Just a dead boar. Someone with a good eye will be able to notice bite marks at the board's throat, and someone who is really clever will be able to note said bite marks match that of a fox's dentition.
You're welcome!]
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Date: 2017-11-08 04:18 am (UTC)Thanks for freaking him the fuck out, Renart.]
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Date: 2017-12-03 06:26 am (UTC)On top of that, there's a simple knit tube that looks like it could very easily slip on to a snake. Funny about that.]
You've made iit another year and now you have to be cold wiith the re2t of u2 iin2tead of beiing chompy.
-Xanthou2
[Extra curious, though, is that inside one of the arms of the scarf Peter will find a second note as well as a simple, stitched applique of...what looks like a bite mark? Very classy, Xanthous. The second note reads:]
II'm not goiing to claiim II know everythiing that you've gone through, but II'm glad you've 2tuck around here and II hope you can keep on thii2 path of hatiing your2elf le22.
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Date: 2017-12-06 04:42 am (UTC)The amusement dies down once he's found the second note in the midst of trying on the sweater (not that he's planning to wear it or anything, god. He's not sure what to make of this, really.
So he's a bit of a dick about it.]
Which snake is the cozy supposed to go on?
[Except on the back he's scrawled a quick drawing of Lilith wearing it, and the word Thanks.]
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Date: 2017-12-11 02:49 am (UTC)Though, really, the worst part is the joke is lost on Xanthous for far longer than it should be. He doesn't ask anyone to help him decipher it, because that would probably. Be weird, but then. Oh.
Oh.]
Thiink iit miight be a biit biig for the one iin your pant2, but you're welcome to put iit on anythiing you want.
-Xanthou2
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Date: 2017-12-27 02:41 am (UTC)December 25th
Date: 2017-12-30 03:50 am (UTC)A package is left in his mailbox. It contains a pendant and a short letter from Monty:]
Peter,
I look forward to your first performance on the stage.
Yours,
Monty
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Date: 2018-08-06 08:46 pm (UTC)Dude. Did you seriously just try and rat me out to Mom? What even made you think she was going to tell you anything? Even if she hated me, don't you think that would be a bit awkward for her to explain?
For the record, what I do doesn't have anything to do with her. And what I do isn't going to have anything to do with you either if I can help it. I thought I told you as much. I'm not interested in you or your creepy little snake heart anymore.
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Date: 2018-08-10 04:06 pm (UTC)-Peter
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Date: 2018-08-10 09:23 pm (UTC)And on top of that, I just said that the feeling is mutual. I don't want you anywhere near me either. The whole stupid thing on the bulletin board that you didn't seem to understand was that I'm trying to get away from you and the rest of you animal heart people. So stop freaking out about it. If I was gonna hunt you down I would have.
I haven't done anything to the coffeehouse either. It's fine. Ask anyone. Or that alien girl, you know the one with the red eyes. You'd probably know it for yourself if you ever even went back there.
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