#darkling replies

[dear-darkling]

is there any affection between you and the nichevoya? have you ever pet one? i mean they're kind of like your really badly behaved bloodthirsty pet cats...

Dear Anonymous,

Badly behaved? They do exactly as I desire. Your cat could never.

Signed, the Darkling

[dear-darkling]

Dear Aleksander, how are you and your Nichevo'ya wife? Have you two had oddly horrifying yet beautiful, shadow children yet? My chickens make great company, but I still find myself checking dark corners for you (to no avail). If you have the time, I'd love to hear back from you to hear how you're doing to make sure you're safe and happy. If not, I will send a complaint to the committee. Signed with love, A Wistful Sun Summoner P.S. Recently discovered new macaron recipe. I think you'd like them.

Dearest Alina,

Nichevo'ya wife? Tsk tsk. I am not the one who married an abomination.

Reduced to the company of chickens, are we? Sad, that your husband doesn’t care to entertain you in their place. Do you remember you once were a rising queen? You could have been my queen. And I could have been more than a ghost, still beside you. But wishing won’t make it so, now, will it?

How am I doing? Same as you, I suppose. Counting the days. Living in the past. Haunting the world I’m in, and others. Hoping I’m haunting yours. I know you, Alina. Are you lonely? So lonely you might die? I understand. I always understood.

But you didn’t. You wouldn’t have me.

Signed, Your Wounded Victim

P.S: Send me some macarons. They sound delectable.

[dear-darkling]

anyone with the word "dark" in their name is a, um, foot licker

Dear Anonymous,

You say that like it’s a bad thing.

Signed, Footlicking

[dear-darkling]

Dearest darkles Oh how I've missed seeing you write back

Dearest Anonymous,

How I’ve missed answering letters to my charming fanbase.

Signed, the Nostalgicling

[dear-darkling]

Dearest loveliest sparkly darkles sparkles, would you pretty please with a cherry on top love me?

Dearest Anon,

What is love but torment to the soul? Even ancient souls. Like my soul. My ancient soul weighed down by cruel Time’s torturous games of love. Would that I could love you, or myself, or Ali– I mean… Love is pretentious and bitter and painful. Love is a fire between the capsules we call our bodies, burning us down. Love is my hands like claws on your heart, my teeth against your throat. I know not how else to love. Is this the love you want?

Signed, the Seductling

[dear-darkling]

My Dearest Darkles, It has been many a moon since I've last heard from you I hope all is well I yearn to hear your voice and read your mesmerizing words. I hope you are ok wherever you are. Signed, A Lovesick Grisha

Dear Lovesick Grisha,

What a kind message this is. I apologize for my distance lately, I have been busy plotting against the Lantsov exhausted. It is lonely where I am. I consider the letters I’ve received and have yet to answer every day, yet I cannot find the words to reply accordingly. In all honesty, I fear I am losing my flair. Life is a dreadful jest told by an unfunny clown, and I am the flailing punch line. What I should say is, I’m out of practice. Isolation has not been good to me. Forgive me, for I struggle even now to deliver you a satisfying message, and you deserve so much more. One day, I will give you the world– one ruled by a great and worthy leader, not some pretty-faced puppy on a pirate ship.

Signed, the Tiredling

[dear-darkling]

My dear son, Bet you miss those dark chocolate cookies. smh, Baghra

Mother!

We have discussed this more times than I can count over the past centuries! My cookies are specifically off-limits. It’s your sweet tooth I inherited in the first place. It’s your fault I crave the sugary things so. You already owe me half a thousand tarts.

Signed, the Grumpling

[dear-darkling]

have someone ever song the ”what does the fox says” to sturmhond?

Dear Anon,

Yes, I heard it muttered under the breath as he passed by the crew. It must have been a secret code for something, perhaps the cue to foolishly betray me. I should known he was up to something when the sailors began whooping “wa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pow.”

Signed, the Uncertainling