The ink smudged twice before he gave up on perfection. He’d never been one for words—especially not these kinds of words—but the silence of his study demanded to be filled.
The letter began the way all of Morgan’s letters did. Polite. Measured. The kind of phrasing that would make anyone think he’d been sitting in some candlelit library centuries too long.
I hope you’re holding up okay.
I know your work takes a lot out of you: seeing everything, feeling everything. You’ve always had this way of turning chaos into something meaningful. Even when everything’s falling apart, you make it look like it was supposed to happen that way.
There’s something I’ve been meaning to say, and I’ve been putting it off for… longer than I’d like to admit. It feels wrong, in a way. I’m supposed to be your mentor, your friend—the one who helps you find clarity, not someone who blurs the lines. Feelings like this aren’t supposed to happen. They mess things up. They make people selfish. And I didn’t want that to be us.
He paused. That sounded like something he’d say out loud—too smooth, too teasing. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. He wasn’t writing this as a mentor, or as a colleague, or even as a friend. He was writing this as someone who, against all odds and better judgment, had fallen.
But I can’t keep pretending it isn’t there. I’ve tried. Believe me, I’ve tried. But every time I hear your voice, or see you lost in thought, or catch you smiling like you’ve just seen something no one else can, it hits me all over again. You’ve become the one steady thing in a life that never stops moving. Somehow, you make it all feel… like home.
I don’t expect this to change anything. You don’t even have to say anything. I just needed you to know.
Yours,
Morgan
He folded it neatly, pressed his seal into the wax, and like an old man haunted by a single candle in a cold room, he mailed it.
Because Morgan didn’t know how else to say I love you.
Weeks passed.
Obscura went about their work as usual, bright and composed and as ethereal as ever. Morgan tried not to notice the silence that followed. Tried not to check the post every morning, or find his gaze drifting to the space where the letter should have returned from.
They didn’t mention it. Not once.
So he told himself the truth hurt less if he called it lesson learned.
Maybe they didn’t feel the same. Maybe they didn’t want to ruin what they had. Maybe it was better this way—better to remain the mentor, the friend, the constant shadow at their side.
And though he smiled when they laughed, something inside him dulled with each passing day.
It wasn’t until three weeks later—late evening, a quiet corridor, soft lamplight—that it slipped out.
They’d been talking about nothing, something mundane and warm, when he said it.
“Hey,” Morgan murmured, almost to himself, “did you ever get my letter?”
Obscura blinked. “Your what?”
“My letter,” he said again, slower this time, watching their expression. “I sent it a few weeks ago.”
There was confusion in their eyes now, genuine and sharp. “Morgan… what letter?”
Silence.
He froze, every word he’d ever said collapsing under the weight of that single question. The ache he’d buried clawed its way back up his throat, bitter and bright.
He forced a small, breathless laugh. “You’re joking.”
“I’m not,” they said softly. “Morgan, what letter?”
And he just stared at them—at the person who was supposed to have known, who was supposed to have read his heart in careful ink—and realized that fate, in all its cruel humor, had simply never delivered it.
His smile wavered. His voice came out quieter than he meant.
“This,” he thought, “is gonna be a long night.”
anne with an e core.. also last day of angstober!! and happy halloween and happy couple hours until xmas is on its way.. this has been fun!
sorry for hiatus its just that morgan and I are on our honeymoon and we're really just trying to enjoy our time together w/ no screens just living in the moment yknow
i’m not that much of a redacted veteran, so like can someone who was there for it tell me what went down with bright eyes? like i’m actually really curious cause all i know is they were a “flawed” listener? someone tell me please!
Ok so I was there and even I don't quite get what the big deal is, but.
As far as I remember, brighteyes was kind of an asshole. They pushed Fred towards thing that made him uncomfortable, which yes led to their murking at wonderworld, rip, but they were very dismissive of his feelings, had no regards for boundaries, and after everything happened they continued to disregard his feelings and wouldn't take any accountability. Like they didn't even apologize I don't think.
I can only assume their plotline was going to revolve around getting their head out of their own ass and realizing their actions affect others and to learn to be a better person and a better friend. Honestly it was a cool idea and I would've loved to see them evolve as a character. Alas.
This was forever ago so I may be misremembering some things tho.
this a very black n white take on their situation, from what I have listened to and the transcripts i’ve read I think erik was going for a playful sort of meek guy x trouble maker thing for the halloween special but people did not take it well. in the later audios it’s true that bright was rude to fred and didn’t take accountability but a major thing that needs to be mentioned!!! he turned them without their consent and they were super upset about it! they DID NOT want to be a vampire! and were rightfully upset with him for turning them. it was a super compelling story and i felt that both characters were right in their respective hurt. fred deserved an apology that’s obvious, but bright was not ready to have any sort of productive conversation. sometimes traumatized people are not good at communicating and I think they were a great example of that
yup yup yup we didn't get far enough into the story to see bright's side of the whole thing get addressed emotionally/mentally in any meaningful way. Theres a million and one ways the story could've progressed (I think Fred accidentally enthralling Bright Eyes during an argument was sooo on the table) and in general Sam's playlist feels incomplete without the characterization we got from the Fred playlist. The slowburn meant so much more with him being such a hardass to Bright despite his own turning being against his will but I think him being Fred's maker makes those feelings become really muddled with how intrinsic his bond is to Fred more than Bright Eyes. ALL IN ALL, despite Erik's insistence that they won't be coming back, I really hope they do and that he keeps at least some semblance of the direction he was going with when it came to their storyline bc he was cooking up a fuckin storm and ppl weren't ready for it. Orrrr this could also be a great opportunity to bring them back with separate partner characters for each lowkeyyyyy
i don't have a lot to say about this video tbh . i think it's erik's best work so far. i will also never voluntarily relisten to it. sickening terrifying insanity, keep it up 10/10
i need the morgscura confession vid to be the most... like disturbingly intimate lines of dialogue ever in the world. Not necessarily freak nasty disturbing but I mean I need to feel like I'm intruding listening to Morgan spill his guts out. Like im third wheeling my two friends and watching them finally fess up abt their feelings to each other like i do NOT and SHOULD NOT be there but I am witnessing love in its most raw state
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