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Jan. 30th, 2007 09:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
oakandashDear Willy Silver,
I am leaving for a short period of time. I am not certain when I will be back, as I do not know how time passes here and then back at home. But before I depart, I wanted to...thank you. Your friendship has been invaluable and I do not know how I would have coped during my first few days here. And if I do not find my way back, I hope that you will be well and happy and find the things that you are looking for.
~ Rose
He's not a morning person; he has to read the note three times before it actually sinks in. It's a good-bye letter, the kind people get in movies and in romance novels; at least she didn't ask if they could still be friends. All the times Rose has mentioned home, he's never once gotten the impression it's a place she wanted to return to.
File that under "I don't understand women."
It's curious: the letter smells of her perfume and he has a moment of nostalgia remembering her beneath his arms, the look of pleasure mingling with regal haughtiness on her face. Naked, everybody's equal. There are no princesses with crowns, no lords and ladies. There are only bodies. Bodies and passion, bodies and lust, bodies and laughter. He'll miss that. He'll miss the pleasure and the company. He'll miss her touch.
With great purpose, he opens his guitar case -- the electric -- and folds Rose's note, slipping it in among string packets and picks and an old napkin with a Detroit address on it and a bottleneck and a weathered newspaper clipping and a blue jay feather he's had since Tennessee. Shrugging, he closes the case and heads off into the bath for a shower, singing Prince's Take Me With U beneath his breath.
To be around u is so-oh right
You're sheer perfection (thank u)
Drive me crazy, drive me all night
Just dont break up the connection
I dont care where we go
I dont care what we do
I dont care pretty baby
Just take me with u
I am leaving for a short period of time. I am not certain when I will be back, as I do not know how time passes here and then back at home. But before I depart, I wanted to...thank you. Your friendship has been invaluable and I do not know how I would have coped during my first few days here. And if I do not find my way back, I hope that you will be well and happy and find the things that you are looking for.
~ Rose
He's not a morning person; he has to read the note three times before it actually sinks in. It's a good-bye letter, the kind people get in movies and in romance novels; at least she didn't ask if they could still be friends. All the times Rose has mentioned home, he's never once gotten the impression it's a place she wanted to return to.
File that under "I don't understand women."
It's curious: the letter smells of her perfume and he has a moment of nostalgia remembering her beneath his arms, the look of pleasure mingling with regal haughtiness on her face. Naked, everybody's equal. There are no princesses with crowns, no lords and ladies. There are only bodies. Bodies and passion, bodies and lust, bodies and laughter. He'll miss that. He'll miss the pleasure and the company. He'll miss her touch.
With great purpose, he opens his guitar case -- the electric -- and folds Rose's note, slipping it in among string packets and picks and an old napkin with a Detroit address on it and a bottleneck and a weathered newspaper clipping and a blue jay feather he's had since Tennessee. Shrugging, he closes the case and heads off into the bath for a shower, singing Prince's Take Me With U beneath his breath.
To be around u is so-oh right
You're sheer perfection (thank u)
Drive me crazy, drive me all night
Just dont break up the connection
I dont care where we go
I dont care what we do
I dont care pretty baby
Just take me with u
