💘 For a memory that will hit you directly in the feels
Dear dear dear dear big brother,
Roland says you left with Mr Spain today. Claude thinks you had to leave in a hurry and that’s why you didn’t get to say goodbye. But that’s okay! We can say goodbye over letters like old people!
GOODBYE BIG BROTHER
But don’t worry! It’s not forever! We’re still gonna get to see each other loads! Miss Julia promised! I just have to learn to not look like an idiot at fancy parties and things first, then we can see each other at all the political meetings! Usually those are horrible and boring and stuffy, but now I can’t wait until the next one!
And until then, I’ll write you a letter everyday so it’s like we’re not even apart! I’ll even start now: today after you left, I had even more boring etiquette lessons and then Claude knocked himself out trying to kill a spider Miss Julia’s longsword! It wasn’t even a real spider, it was just a string tangle I made on accident when I was doing needlework last week. Also, we had really good pudding after dinner.
How are you? How’s Mister Spain? Does he seem nice? What’s your new house like? Are there horses there? Claude said he might let me ride his horse tomorrow, isn’t that cool?
Anyway! I love you! And miss you! And don’t worry about me! I promise to be good and stay out of trouble and not sleep with a knife under my pillow anymore just in case! And I’ll be happy here, just like you said! So instead of worrying, focus on being happy where you are, okay?
With tons of love,
Luci
Dear Flavio,
I know I haven’t written in a while, and I’m really sorry. It’s just you never write back, so I wasn’t sure if you were getting them and it was starting to feel like a complicated way to throw away paper. I just really need to talk to someone about this, and I don’t have anyone to talk to.
Claude left today. He left to go help his big brother, but I didn’t want him to go. I know you want me to be happy here, but I can’t. Roland is horrible and Julia is horrible and this house is horrible and sometimes he and now I’m all alone and I’m scared. I’m so scared. I don’t think I can do this. I can’t live here with just them.
But I’m also happy. Before he left, Claude kissed me. I still feel butterflies, and just thinking about it makes me smile. Do you think it’s true love? Like the kind in my books? I hope so, because that means no matter what happens, we have a happy ending. I hope you’re in my happy ending. I miss you, big brother. Whatever you’re doing and whoever you’re with right now, I hope you’re happy.
With love,
Luci
Flavio,
I need to know or it’s going to drive me mad. Are you getting these letters? Am I writing to no one or do the envelopes actually make it into your hands? And if they do, then what? I’ve pictured a thousand scenarios, so if you get this, tell me which is the closest.
You get a letter, see my name on it, and throw it away without a second thought because your new life—the one you ran to without saying goodbye—is just so perfect without me that you don’t care anymore. IF you ever cared to begin with.
All my letters are just lost in a giant pile of unopened mail.
You open it, laugh over that time you had a brother who thought you hung stars in the sky, and then throw it away.
You’re secretly illiterate.
You do read them and do care but not enough to ever write back, just a passing ‘oh that poor child’ and then back to your wonderful life.
You do actually write back but godly forces stop your letters from being delivered every single time.
So which is it? And if you get this, you’d better answer, I don’t care what your answer is, I just need to know if anyone cares. Please. I try to keep the bad stuff out of my letters because I don’t want to worry you, but it only gets worse. I don’t know if I can live like this. I don’t know if I even want to. I just know I need help and I have no one else to turn to.
So please, if you get this. Don’t ignore it.
With love,
Luci
Luciano,
Please stop writing me.
Flavio
Flavio,
I’m writing one last time to try to fix apologize. It was never my intent to bother you with these letters. Just tell me what I did wrong. If a cessation of contact between us is what you want, whatever I did I’m sorry I’ll do my best to honor that. I still love you. I hope this misunderstanding doesn’t make you hate me doesn’t affect our working relationship. Did you ever love me?
Basically we want to give backstory on Flavio and Andres in a fun, interactive way. So send different hearts to unlock different memories, or just send normal asks for smol Flavio and pirate Andres to answer.
❤️ For a fluffy memory
💔 For an angsty memory
💝 For a treasured memory
🖤 For a memory that keeps them up at night
💘 For a memory that will hit you directly in the feels
💕 For a slice of life memory
💞 For a memory about a friend or loved one
Or you can just send asks to the much younger versions of Flavio and Andres
*sees new spamano blog* *gasps loudly and falls off of the bed* Hello!!! your cosplays look amazeballs!!! Could you enlighten us on how you first met? Grazie! Have a wonderful day <3
It’s the sixteenth century in Roland’s house, Flavio watches Roland and Andres argue over how Roland treats him…
Andres kneels to sit next to Flavio
Andres stands
He kneels down, scoops Flavio up, and carries him out of Roland’s house
