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Robin's letter to Paris Hellewell (Written by Bugsie2016)
I apologise for not writing back for a while, I've been very busy. A lot has happened since I last wrote to you. For one, I gave birth to my second child. We named him Arlo. I did get plenty of rest near the end of my pregnancy but only because Max made me. Not in a bad way though, he was just concerned.
I haven't heard of the Sweglords. I grew up in both Willow Creek and San Myshuno but never heard of them. You don't have anything to worry about. That's got to suck being forced to join them even if you don't want to. The only thing I have to compare to that is I inherited my parent's IQ, it's why I was kidnapped. I found out recently what I was making, it was a remake of something that a guy, Jacob, was working on when he died. He was Max's sister's ex boyfriend.
To cut a long story short, Jacob killed Max's sister, destroyed what he'd been making and then killed himself. It's a messy situation really.
Poor Lauren. Nightmares are terrible. Mine have died down a lot recently. I only have them every once in a while. Max helps a lot with it.
Oh and Max isn't actually my husband. We were engaged but called it off for a while. We were friends for a while and now we're back to dating. It's a long story. That's too bad that you had to let your girlfriend go. It would be right for both of you to be hurt. Do you think you'll ever date again?
As for plumbing, it might get sorted or it might not. This is Glassbolt after all.
The Grandmaster's Mansion, Forgotten Hollow, (Date unknown.... or is it?)
It was one of those rare nights in Forgotten Hollow when two bright stars outshone the rest. However, Paris was too busy reading her pen pal's letter in her study to take any notice of the outside.
Lilith had taken her running that evening. It was just around the block, but it was nice getting out of the house for a bit - at least, that's what Lilith had told her. Damn you Lilith. Can't you just leave me to wallow in my misery? Lilith had been checking up on Paris everyday for three years, making sure she was eating... for goodness sake! I eat... sometimes... taking her out... what's wrong with being a hermit? ... and sometimes just to talk... if it's another conversation about Star Wars, leave me to hibernate in my bed.
Paris stared at the blank sheet of refill in front of her. She had received this letter a year after the funeral. She had read it, curled up in bed with a cup of green tea. The mention of Lauren, however, kept her from responding until this night when Lilith had suggested writing to her pen pal might be cathartic.
Paris took a deep breath and began to write.
No need to apologise. It does appear you have been busy.
Congratulations on your second child. Arlo is a nice, strong name. Mum would have approved. She liked strong names. Makes me wonder what happened when she named me? But then again, there's that saying, 'love conquers all!' so I guess, having a name meaning 'lover' isn't so bad after all.
What a good man you have, taking care of you like that. You don't get many of those kinds of people these days. Okay, now I'm being a cynic. Lilith has been teaching me about positive thinking.
Talking of Lilith, she took me clothes shopping yesterday, because she felt I needed to get out of the house more. I didn't buy anything though. I didn't think any of the dresses looked good on me. Lilith, however, bought me this one dress. I did protest, but she was adamant either I was going to buy it for myself or she was going to buy it for me because, I quote, 'this dress looks friggin awesome on you, Paris.' I still don't believe her, but it's hanging in my wardrobe.
I'm glad that your nightmares have died down now. It's a sign you're coming to grips with the past. Lauren's nightmares have gone too, in a way. It sounds horrific what you had to endure. Were you aware what you were being forced to make? I cannot imagine what it must be like to be forced to work towards something you know nothing of.
Oh dear, poor Max. It's terrible to lose a sister. My condolences.
Speaking of Max, I am glad you two are dating again. Like I mentioned earlier, Max seems like a good man and there are not many of those around these days.
As to whether I will ever date again, I don't think so, although Lilith's convinced that the dress she bought me would make a perfect wedding dress. So, I guess she's hoping I will get married someday. Maybe it's a requirement for Grandmasters.
Anyway, hope all is well in Glassbolt.