(2026-07-29) Writing Things Down (A)

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Author:	inkie
Summary:	Baird writes back to Melancholy. Again. He practices writing some things down.
Rating:	A for Adults Only 18+

Chain: Melyn

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Honey -

That is amazing news. I will see you on Saturday afternoon.

I’m glad for you that you were able to recover the bell. I would say I’m proud but I had nothing to do with it, and I would say I’m impressed but that makes it sound like I didn’t really think you were going to do it, and I did. I’m happy for you, and I hope that you’re proud and happy too.

Captain Fallon is right that you can’t take for yourself any of the blame for what happens with things like that afterward. Everyone has their own fate. Yours is a piece of the picture, but not the whole picture. All you can do is what your fate and your conscience lead you to, and do it well. And you do.

I would not say that I know Captain Tyrrell per se. I’m not sure that anyone knows Captain Tyrrell, though. I have met him on a number of occasions because he is close with Captain Fallon and visits the ship from time to time. We all first became acquainted with him in Northrend after the battle at the Wrath Gate, when he helped to save Captain Fallon’s life. Captain Fallon can maybe say he knows him. Me, I’ve only met him.

Captain Fallon might be the guy to befriend Kyris Lysander for the same reason. He likes difficult people. He is a little difficult himself, but not as difficult as he pretends to be. He is layers: He seems easygoing and friendly, but beneath that he is a stone wall, but beneath that he’s kind for real. It’s like you’re sailing on open water in the sun and then all of a sudden you run up on rocks and shoals you didn’t see because of the sun on the water. But if you know your way through the shoals, there’s a good harbor.

I will be happy to sit with you for your tattoo. It’s true that I won’t like to see you in pain but it’s also true that if you’re going to be in pain I would like to be there for you. It shouldn’t be too much pain. I was going to say it might feel like a bad sunburn but you probably don’t know how that feels. It’s a gorgeous design and it’s going to be gorgeous on you. But anything would be.

I still don’t really know how to write things down like you do. I can think them in my head but there aren’t words involved that much. I am no Oscar Wilde or Walt Whitman. I have all my memories of you, of the taste and the smell and the feeling of you, every single time I have fucked you all collected in my head. At night I can lie in bed and page through them like a gorgeous anthology of poems until missing you is killing me and there’s no relief. But I would rather be killed like that than not have that collection at all.

I think of your eyes looking up at me hot and honey-sweet and of your silk body all around me and your sweet cunt melting for me. It feels very weird to write the word cunt in a letter to a young lady. It’s easier to whisper it in her ear.

I think about your gorgeous, perfect mouth, your lips I can read so easily and imagine on me so vividly. I love to watch your mouth and it’s not always because I am thinking about what you’re saying but what I want to do with it. There were a hundred times before you ever let me in, before I even kissed you, before we were anything, that I thought about laying you back on that picnic blanket and pushing up your skirt and having you out there in the dark before the sunrise. I tried to imagine your reaction if I got my hands on you, my mouth on you, my cock in you the way I wanted to do. Would you be uncertain of me or shocked or would you melt and let me do all the things I wanted to do to you? I would drive myself wild thinking about that and then I would sit out there in the dark with you for real and try not to think about it while I watched your lips move.

All the marks you put on me are gone and I want them back again. I want the marks of your need on me. I want you wild like a storm, nothing but need for me. I want you to need me like I need you.

That’s all.

Love,
Reckoning

P.S. I am shirtless a lot. The shipyard’s hot work in July.

P.P.S. GUN, LESSON, NEAR/CLOSE TO, SOON

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