This post has the following content warnings:
an artificial girl's learning process
Next Post »
« Previous Post
+ Show First Post
Total: 489
Posts Per Page:
Permalink

Caprice leads the way in and puts up a privacy spell.

Permalink

And Isabel follows.

Permalink

Amira looks up from her chair, where she's writing a letter. 

"Ah, you came! I was wondering if you would." 

Her gaze flicks down towards Isabel's bag. "And you came prepared."

She looks Isabel in the eye. "I still need to hear it from you, though."

Permalink

"I'm coming with you."

Permalink

"Very good! Here is a pen and some parchment. I want you to write a letter to Maxwell telling him that you're leaving. You can put whatever you want in the letter, except telling him where you're going. It'll help if we give him a little closure, though." 

She stands up, and offers her seat to Isabel.

Permalink

Isabel sits down. 

The pen fits her fingers naturally, now, even though she's only used chalk.

Permalink

.. and she writes. 

She seals the envelope with wax, and hands it to Caprice.

"I trust this will make its way to Maxwell."

Permalink

"It will. Now go. I can only hang around for so long before it becomes suspicious that I haven't returned."

Permalink

Amira offers a hand to Isabel.

Permalink

She takes it, and stands.

"... Let's go."

Permalink

And Amira leads her out of the tent, and out of the town, and into the back of a waiting wagon - 

And they leave. 

Permalink

That evening, Caprice kneels before Maxwell, and offers up the letter with both hands.

Permalink

"This had better be a damn good explanation."

He breaks the seal, and opens it.

Permalink

Dear Maxwell Latea, my creator and my master;

I am leaving. Where I am going I will not say. 

What I will say is this; I loved you once. You squandered that love, with lies and punishments and hurt where there should have been care. Apologizing doesn't make it right, and I don't believe that you will ever really change. You want a certain kind of doll, a pure and kind and gentle noble lady who won't see the strings you wrap around her limbs. You wanted someone to love. I could have given you that, if you would only have seen me for who I was and not who you wanted me to be. 

But instead you hurt me, and imprisoned me, and whenever I showed you a part of me that was real you punished me for it. There is no making this right. But if you want to be kind, let me go. For the sake of the love that we once shared.

I am not your Isabel, nor will I ever be again. 

Goodbye.

Here Ends This Thread
Next Post »
« Previous Post
Total: 489
Posts Per Page: