Dearest Violet

Dearest Violet

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•Dearest Violet, I'm drinking whisky, smoking the last 3 in my packet of 20 Mayfair, listening to David Bowie and writing this letter to you. • I never really knew life without you in the first place. It was always Patrick and Violet, the troublesome two, the mischief makers, tweedledee and tweedledumb, I could go on forever. •Never in a million years did I think it would turn out like this. This isn't an ongoing story, it's only one part. I got the idea for writing this letter from a imagine/one shot thing I read on Wattpad.I hadn't read anything like that before, and thought I would give it a go myself. Hope you all enjoy :)
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I owed her a proper letter, I didn't write enough, but what could I say. It seemed like everyone else wrote so much more than me, but they probably had more people to write to than just their mom. Every time I tried to tell her what happened with Anne, what the trenches were like, how desperately I had to hold myself together, the agony I was always in, why should she know, what was the point. I never could figure out if it was kind or cruel that demons could never have demonic parents, my mom's humanity meaning she would never know how it was, and sometimes, like now, I wouldn't tell her if I could. I like being her invincible daughter, like no other succubus, how happy she was when I convinced her I would survive this, and I would, but she didn't need to know how, but I couldn't lie. My letter told her I was alive, not sick or injured, that I miss my home, I miss her, that I love her. It was what I could manage, so it had to be enough, she would understand. This is smut with a lot of plot. Content Warnings/Additional Tags (This is intended to be a fun read, but one where characters deal with serious issues). Lesbian Infertility Queer Gender Dysphoria Legal Discrimination Eating Disorders Guns Futa Chronic Pain Bigotry

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