damnpire | (no subject)

[The description is admittedly more helpful, and he's glad for it, but it's also somewhat peculiar for the average girl. Not that he assumed, from the beginning, Violet is an average girl. Certainly not.]

They might not ever come here. [Bad news is awful to give, but he's a logical man. These are things some people need to consider.] Will you be okay with that?

[ Violet is similarly logical, so she doesn't take offense or even show surprise. Evidently, this is not news. She just nods, expression neutral, though her eyes seem somehow... sad? ]

I did not think the chance was very high to begin with. I was prepared for that outcome when I agreed to this work.

But... even if he is not approached by Hathaway, I will see him again upon completion of my mission here. So I find I can bear it easily.

[It's refreshing to meet someone rational despite as much flack as Violet gets from others in her own world.

He's use to so many humans being quite emotional.

Gently, he nods his head in understanding and acceptance. His eyes glance at the typewriter.] You should write him letters while you're here.

So when you go back, you won't forget what you want to say.

... Yes. I think... I would like that.

[ For once, Violet's usually-direct gaze looks away and out the window, to somewhere far off. ]

In hospital, I wrote him daily military reports as part of my rehabilitation. To become accustomed to the arms. Back then... I didn't understand that what I really wanted to send him was a letter, rather than a report.

I think... it is much harder. To write a letter, that is. But I hope he would be pleased at my progress.

[D is quiet for a long time, even once Violet is finished explaining. His eyes move from the typewriter back to her, studying her face momentarily.]

The letter you wrote me was a good start.

... Thank you.

I am used to writing these things for others. But for myself, it is... harder. This was only my third successful attempt. I hope you did not find it too clumsy.

How long have you been writing letters?

[ She pauses to think about it. Then-- ]

It has been almost a full year since I started.

Your progress is impressive. [He can admit success when it's there, no matter what kind of skill. Based on his observations of her, he figures writing letters with feeling must be as difficult as speaking them.

So her letters are special in that way.] Keep writing. I'll keep reading.

[ That small request means more to her than D can know. Quietly, but with feeling: ]

... I ... appreciate that, very much.

I will do that.

[Hat in hand, he turns and heads for the door without any word of parting. But at the doorway, he stops before ducking to go through.

There's a long pause, then he glances back over the high collar at her.]

I'll repair it if it breaks. You will have to let me know.

[ Surprise. Then, softly-- ]

... I will. ... Thank you.

[Carefully, he lifts the hat and situates it back on his head. Pinching the brim, he uses it to give her a departing nod instead of a goodbye, then he turns to open and duck out of the door, the cloak flaring against he small space.

On the way out, Violet can probably hear a very different, very strange muffled voice say, over the sound of his footsteps, Since when did you decide to get so sentimental? It's the crackling voice of an old man.

Weird.]

[ WEIRD INDEED.

But everything here is so weird and different to her, it's hard to know where normal ends and true weird begins. So she just files it away in her brain for later, and continues about her day. If it's anything important, she'll learn about it in time. ]