This star is largely lawless, the roads most especially. The Enforcers have some modicum of power, but do not often bring it to bear. If someone attempts to arrest you for something so banal as causing accidents, I would wager they mean to rob you.
[ One day - and only after the letter writer has spent too much time thinking what to write - Emet-Selch will find that at some point an envelope was slipped beneath his motel room door with his name written on it in tidy script. Inside is a folded letter with the same handwriting:
Emet-Selch—
The more that I have thought about it, the more I fear that my gratitude before was not near enough as it was.
For far too long I've been used to shouldering things on my own. It seemed simpler, almost, as it meant I was the only one to deal with whatever it was. Without going too far into details which no longer matter - it was arriving here which quickly proved me wrong on this and much more. Your friendship has been no small part of that, so thank you again.
While what was said then could be the end of it and for what it may be worth there is this now in something tangible: you are not alone either for as long as we are here. The past cannot be changed, but what comes after it is yet to be written. Don't forget that no matter what else may happen.
It's possible this letter will also not be enough after more thought. But until then, I will hope it has been all the same.
Yours faithfully, —Sunday
Also folded inside the letter is a small paper proclaiming to be a gift certificate to a cafe which Emet-Selch might recognize the name of after they've been there recently. It seems to have no expiration date listed and while it's not for as much as Sunday might've liked or would've spent once upon a time - it's more than enough for a coffee and a pastry at least twice should Emet-Selch find himself there before their next planned time to meet.
Which is fortunate, since... that might not be for a while, as it turns out. ]
[ At first, Emet-Selch is not sure what to expect. He's been paying for his room without issue, and insofar as he's aware, there's no rule against animals — the kitten that had more or less adopted him when the meteors first fell has been persistent — so it cannot be from the motel.
There's only one way to find out who this is from, and that's to read it.
He gets exactly one line in before he realizes with certainty who wrote this. This is probably the most sincere thank you he's gotten in thousands of years, and it's so painfully Sunday that it makes him laugh to himself. Something behind his ribs tugs, constricts, an urge to see his friend rising in his chest — an urge he has yet to realize will not abate even as the month wears on. For now, he doesn't banish the feeling. Later is quite another story.
The gift certificate and letter both go back in the envelope, folded neatly, and slid into an inside pocket of his coat, where they will both remain for quite a while indeed. ]
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For your motorbike? Petrol.
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[ (More like an exhausted resource, heyo.) ]
the tag that gets estinien blocked
no because i think this is too funny to stop
My confidence is not the issue.
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This star is largely lawless, the roads most especially. The Enforcers have some modicum of power, but do not often bring it to bear. If someone attempts to arrest you for something so banal as causing accidents, I would wager they mean to rob you.
Satisfied?
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i am so sorry
our shortest thread yet
Couple hours later
I have food for both yourself and your little friend. Where should I leave it?
AN ongoing list of things Hythlodaeus leaves for him....
— sometime not long after The Emotions
Which is fortunate, since... that might not be for a while, as it turns out. ]
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There's only one way to find out who this is from, and that's to read it.
He gets exactly one line in before he realizes with certainty who wrote this. This is probably the most sincere thank you he's gotten in thousands of years, and it's so painfully Sunday that it makes him laugh to himself. Something behind his ribs tugs, constricts, an urge to see his friend rising in his chest — an urge he has yet to realize will not abate even as the month wears on. For now, he doesn't banish the feeling. Later is quite another story.
The gift certificate and letter both go back in the envelope, folded neatly, and slid into an inside pocket of his coat, where they will both remain for quite a while indeed. ]