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[xue-k]

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[thefandomcassandra]

Bcc: Jonathan Harker (1/?): PROLOGUE

JONATHAN HARKER'S JOURNAL

(Kept in shorthand)

30 April — As strange as it might be, going out to a foreign land to talk face-to-face with a man for whom I had found a piece of land for purchase, nothing would surprise me quite as much as my dear Mina did moments before I left for the long trip. Catching me as I readied myself, she foisted a parcel of papers bound up in twine onto me. It was almost as heavy as my carriage case, thick in width as half my forearm. The pages were varying in grade, the whole parcel a gradient of yellow shades stained with Indian ink. She seemed distressed and yet somehow resigned to her place, while relieved by my acceptance of her unusual parting gift.

"I would beg you to stay." Though what she said was not a complete statement as it stood, I found myself almost compelled to finish her thought.

"I would not."

She smiled up at me as if some joke, unknown to me, had passed between us. As I attempted to continue my preparations, she grabbed my arm and pressed a kiss to my cheek. It threw me off, my temperature peaking at her brazen gesture, but was not entirely unwelcome. Mina seemed to understand this, as she smiled at me in a devilish manner and patted my arm.

"Be as safe as you are able."

What a queer choice of words. As I am able? Would it not be enough to simply wish for my safety in full?

"As I am able?" My question, though teasing, was marked by my confusion. I simply did not understand her choice of words.

"I try my best to not ask too much of you." Her coy response made me stifle fond laughter. "Now go, so you don't miss the train. Write fondly of me in your journal. Oh and," one final thought gave her pause as she ushered me out the door, "do read that?"

I looked at the parcel as she indicated it with her chin. What about this gathering of letters and hastily written papers was so important? What of its contents demanded it be passed along just at the wire? Whatever it was, it had to be either quite dire or something diverting enough to keep my attention during the days-long ride to my patron's place in the Carpathians.

I assured her of my intent to read her parcel, though she did stress unto me that I mind the foreword and pace myself. While my first thought was to question her desire that I not become absent-minded during my trip, her stern appearance gave me pause.

Something about this whole situation, whether the long trip or my new position of active solicitor or the mysterious nature of the Count, was distressing to her. While I myself might not have such reservations, I would be remiss to ignore the worries of my fiancée. If it would bring her peace, I would even study again for my examination.

Her expression remained stiff and bothered as I bid her farewell. Even as she waved me off, she seemed somewhat distant. Perhaps she worries, even now, for my well-being. (Mem. send Mina a letter as soon as possible for comfort.)

As I settled in my train car hours later, I thought back to the parcel and Mina's queer look. It seemed so important that I read what she had given me, so I retrieved it and untied the bundle, careful as to not throw them all about. On the top of the pile was a seemingly blank sheaf which, when turned over, had Mina's careful print upon it. "What's past is prologue."

While I did not understand at the moment why that line from Shakespeare's "Tempest" was written on the top of these pages, it still felt important. So I steeled my nerves — suddenly unsure of myself as the unease of this day compounded — and began to read the next page, the foreword she mentioned.

It was a letter to me, written in longhand and stained with tears.

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[beggingforain]

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[localbeeking]

i am procrastinating so hard rn 

[clairenvk]

hello anyone who has grown up w the tale of la llorona or something similar im interested to know what story you were told pls talk to me (i think in english she’s called ‘the weeping woman’?)

[salty--alien]

I’m too tired to draw anything... Feels like it’s been years since I’ve actually drawn something related to my blog’s content. Any ideas? Doctor and Rose doing... something? But what?