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[onefellswoop]

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[onefellswoop]

You’ve endured so much, my wolf. You endure worlds of confusion still, and please, Love, please know—

Regarding these past six months, we will keep everything we want.

Everything that strikes us now as apt, as right and needful.

There is nothing we need to forfeit. There is nothing we’ve grown together that I’d care to - or bear to - lose.

Here, consider—

If there is any truth to [… ] what we suspect. Regarding the artifact. (And I suspect this is true, Puppy. It suits so perfectly into my knowing; it meets my knowledge of you across these six months, and in every conversation we’ve shared, in every glance you give me.) (In my memory, there has never been a being I would permit to take the artifact in-hand, let alone [ … ] keep it more intimately. And yet I would give it over to you without need for thought. I am inclined to trust you with it just as much as I trust you with myself.)

Presuming - suspecting - it is true, it’s a telling fact, my Love. It means that however we existed before absence was inflicted on us, you held my trust, you held my heart entirely.

Truly, it would be enough for me to know how I feel about you know, how I have felt about you since you first laid your hand on my cane: That you are the world to me. That if there is such a thing as fate, we are fated; and that apart from fate, you are and you will always be my choice.

Granted that I’ve shown that choice poorly, in recent incidents. I misjudged the harm that might be done if I tore myself from that woman …Well. We’ve discussed this; better not to bring you torment with its talk again.

My Love, where are you now? Step out into the sun and speak to yourself, hand upon your chain, fingertips stroking our charm slow and steady: ‘Daddy loves me.

‘Daddy is watching; Daddy will guard me.’

And we have time. Together, Daddy and Puppy will bring all tumult into sense. And I will hold you, lover, through it all.

We have years ahead to manage any and every complication. Years to discern what we are now, and to find what we have been. To discuss our feelings regarding children - I know my own inclinations, and how well you would shine as a father, how well I’d love to see your care for any pups of ours - and to share all we can find of one another (certainly, I mean to tell you all I know of myself, of the man-not-man I have been).

To find all that we once knew, unlock our past knowledge and rejoice in its discovery.

My Puppy, there isn’t anything to fear.

(Regarding Regina, give her no further thought. I’ve feigned ignorance with her before, and for years. Think of it as a game, hm? One you can aid your Desmond in: Running rings around the mayor-queen, seeing just how far we can push credulity and keep her swathed in ignorance.)

There is so much we might worry over, but Puppy, my Love—

Let Daddy handle things, hm?

Let your Desmond take care of you.

My Dearest, you’ve done so much, and cared for me through such distress (your own as well as your Sweetheart’s). To my mind, it’s high time that my Puppy give his weary head a rest. And I long to guard you, to guide you, my Dearest.