[Lost] - A Midnight Skate

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( A Midnight Skate )

[Requiem] In pursuit of perfection.

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( A Darcy snippet. )

The Card

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Saffron opened the envelope later that evening at home. She had guessed from the way Jon had been going on in public that the card was from him. He could be so transparent at times and not just in the sense of his fading.

She was surprised. Saffron hadn’t known that Jon could write poetry. She had to admit that it wasn’t the sort of poetry that would win prizes but still… he had written it for her. And, the previous day in Essex, he had publicly told her that he loved her.

She smiled and re-read it again. One or two of the lines in particular made her giggle but one or two of them made her smile.

Worthy and China were both right. Communication was essential to avoid silly mistakes. And, with her issues with language, Saffron knew how easy it was for her to be misunderstood.

Jon came into the kitchen and saw her holding the card in her hand. He looked over at her to see what her reaction was. Seeing Saffron’s smile he relaxed.

Saffron hugged him gently, turning her head slightly so that her horns didn’t catch him. “Thank you.”

Jon returned her smile and held her.


Later that night, Saffron nibbled the end of a pen as she stared at a blank piece of paper. How did she write something back to him? Words were not her strong point and anything beyond “I love you” was not going to be easy.

She sighed softly and looked over at the bed where Jon was sleeping. The card would wait for another day. Snuggling under the covers beside him she let her mind drift.

The right words would come at the right time. She just had to let them.