Fic request! Can you do one where Kendra finds the letters Gavin sent her and then theres ✨ angst ✨
It’s more of a drabble then a full one-shot, but hope it suffices.
Kendra Sorenson was tired.
She wasn’t allowed to go home, did she even have one now that her parents thought she was dead and had been abducted by the Sphinx?
She groaned, dropping on her bed and staring at the boxes by it.
Warren and Seth had gone back to her house and gathered everything that they hadn’t grabbed before Wyrmroost, so she could settle in.
She didn’t want to though, she just wanted to go home and hug her parents and see her friends. They all thought she was dead.
The near death experiences at Wyrmroost certainly hadn’t helped her recover either and... Gavin- Navarog.
She pressed her hand against her eyes.
She can’t think of him right now, not without crying. What he’d done- what he’d tried to do...
She shook her head, rising to look through the boxes. Anything that would get her out of her thoughts.
The first box was clothes, that’s easy enough. She gathered up all the shirts and started putting them in her dresser. Then pants, and skirts, and dresses, and socks and shoes and underwear.
She discarded that box to open the next, filled with her desk supplies. She didn’t have a desk in the attic, she supposed she could ask for one though.
She set the box aside for later.
The next box had her notes. Assorted notebooks and books. She put them on the bookshelf, managing to rearrange some things so that it all fit.
She dug into the next box and found her pictures and other wall decorations.
A few boxes later and she reached the one that they’d packed before Wyrmroost, she’d never gotten around to unpacking it.
She pulled out her notebook first, the one filled with her theories on things from Patton’s journal. With a smile she placed that on the bookshelf, she’d look through it later to see if she’d noted anything that would help them.
Then she pulled out her photobook, she hadn’t expected that to be something they’d save but...
Opening it she sniffed, pictures of her when she was younger, Seth when he was born, her with her friends, birthday parties, holidays.
She shook her head, closing the book. She missed them all so much.
Then she pulled out a bundle of letters.
She slowly pulled the first one out, Gav- Navarog’s handwriting filling the page.
She slowly read the letter, one of the first ones he’d sent. Then grabbed the next, unable to stop herself from reading everything he’d sent.
I hope that you’re doing alright at home, must be relaxing.
Good luck in school! You’re really smart so I’m sure you must be doing amazing.
How’d your test go? It sounded hard.
I wish you could be here, this mission isn’t nearly as fun without you.
If you could have a souvenir from a deadly preserve, what would it be? On an unrelated note, I’m on a deadly preserve for this mission.
My team members keep mocking me for being so young and I would like to offer you a sincere apology for telling you that you should stay behind before our mission. You’re far more competent than any of them despite your age and even though it was out of worry I should’ve trusted that you knew your own limits.
I have come to the conclusion that I do not like acid wastelands. What do you think of them?
What’s your favorite color?
I really like the picture you sent of your garden! It’s so pretty.
Wow, you’re learning the piano? That’s amazing! Maybe I can hear you play sometime.
So schools have dances? I’ve never been to one before. How do they work?
There are so many fairies here, this mission would be infinitely easier if you were with us :(
Maybe I can come with you to your dance!
I can’t wait to see you again, it’s been so long.
Kendra blinked, the pages too blurry to see anymore.
Why? Why did he do all this?
Laugh about how he’d romanced her and made her fall for him?
Did he tell the Sphinx all about how he’d tricked Kendra into trusting him?
What was the point of this?
How could he have done this... and betrayed them.
She clutched the letters, tears burning her eyes as she cried.
He wrote all of this to her, and didn’t even hesitate to try and kill her.
He’s dead and she’s here and he lied to her. He did all this and and and
And he’s gone so why does it hurt so much?
She wishes that these were truth, that Navarog had been Gavin and hadn’t- hadn’t-
She sniffed, staring at the letters in her hands.
She should trash them, tear them to pieces, burn them.
She slowly stood, moving across the room to the trash, letters held in hand.
She should get rid of them, they’re filled with lies.
They shouldn’t be remembered.
They shouldn’t have any hold on her.
She put them in her sock drawer.
They shouldn’t be remembered. Gavin was a lie and Navarog was the truth.
But she couldn’t forget Gavin.
