Awkward Letters ((Duke))

[MARCELINE JAMES]

Time/Date: Early Morning, Early Spring Y1||Words: (did this on mah phone) || Notes: DUKKKYYYY <3 Outfit: She's a fan .-.

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Mornings was always been her favorite time day- maybe because it was quiet? In the city, early mornings always seemed to be the quietest... though, the city never sleeps. Pastora was a nice, calming place, the soft rolling fields to that edgy Motif mountain and though she had a chance to, she bet the beach was beautiful. She met a couple of people, though it was brief most times or they had scurry off (maybe she accidentally scared them off?); it was a shame but what can she do? Not run back to her awkward little household in the city... though, with all this admiration of the beauty, underneath it was a bit of homesickness. And hunger. She sighed, slipping her glasses off for a second and placing it beside her and her barely began letter to her mother.

Yup, a letter.

Call her old-fashioned, but Marcy always did love the feel of the pen in her hand opposed to making a simple call. It wasn't same-and she meant that in a bad way. Maybe it was just her organizing-need part that preferred her thoughts written out rather simply saying. Because, she knew very well that she was a fail when it came so.

But she was having a bit of trouble today. It seem the words didn't flow out of her. She was in a calm enough setting- sitting on the edge of a concrete but beautiful sculpture fountain; a wishing one she assumed, peering at the shiny little specks in the water, as the rising but still low morning hitting the tiny coins- she was comfortable and relaxed, happily wearing her favorite but slightly worn sweatshirt and jeans, with a simple black beanie just covering her ears from the chilliness this morning. The words, her thoughts were there, but as she twirled her pen in her hand and absentmindedly looked up to the now blue-ing sky, and hummed to no particular tune. Her eyes were shut and glasses-less still, and her lips in a tight though.

Writer's block was the worse.

[DUKE MASTERS]

If asked why he preferred the mornings to any other time in the day, Duke Masters would probably give you a long and overly complicated answer depicting the fact that he didn't quite prefer one time over another but rather enjoyed one just a bit more than the rest. Afternoons and evenings were lovely in their own special way, but there was simply no time like the early morning when the sun came up to greet one's face and tell him that he had been blessed with yet another day on this more than splendid magifique earth to enjoy. It was a harmonizing and borderline romantic feeling at least to the green haired man whose thoughts the fourth walling writer was portraying then and there.

However, that particular morning had not been as pleasant as one would have hoped. Sadly despite the cheeriness that the slowly rising sun greeted him with, Duke had found himself waking in a less than delightful mood. His body ached, and his joints clicked even as he sat up from the tree he had rested on the night before. A soft sigh escaped from him, and he briefly curled up drawing his arms around his legs and resting his chin on his knees. Oh it was wonderful to awaken alive, but when one's body was not accustomed to such ... rugged outdoor living, it was easy to be ..discouraged upon waking up with a residual pain that shouldn't have been there.

Despite himself, Duke found a soft smile coming to his face, and a soft laugh escaped from himself thereafter. Oh what was he doing? How silly how foolish to start out the day thinking that way! No, he would not start out that way no sir! He would be happy and cheerful and all would go splendidly. Yes, that would be how it was, and no one would tell him otherwise!

All too quickly shoving himself up only to briefly be unbalanced and nearly fall back down. Shaking his head, Duke breathed in a deep breath before brushing himself off rather quickly, he turned about looking for his cap before finally finding that it had somehow managed to stay on his head all night previous. Ah what good fortune~ Fishing his cap off his head, Duke ran his fingers from his scalp all the way down his long green hair. Oh if it was anything it was his poor earthy locks that had taken the worst of the damage. He had tried to brush it and keep it decent looking, yet this wretched traveling air seemed to want nothing more than to destroy the fabric of its beauty. Oh it simply depressed him even thinking about it. He would make sure to wash it properly and tame it back again when he found civilization.

Bending down then to pick up the traveling bag he had taken with him on his haphazard run away journey, Duke made a quiet 'uhmph' sound at the weight of it. That might have been the other reason his shoulders hurt rather than just sleeping outside these past few weeks now. How did normal people do this all day? It was so much work!

Green eyes flashed up after a moment staring through the trees. There was the town he had noted the night before just a bit a ways away. He had gotten within range the night before, but after having been boggled down by exhaustion, he couldn't even drag himself to meet the town and maybe the inn inside it. Today he felt refreshed- at least in part, darn his back!- and was wondering why he hadn't just finished his trek. It seemed sill now but oh well! Off he went! No worries any longer! With a surprising amount of energy, he took a heavy step and suddenly broke into a quick jog off to the town. He would get there and find a place to eat and sleep! Oh it would be simply glorious!

In one form or another, Duke's legs brought him to what he believed to be some sort of square. He had seen resembling models of them, and this fit the word did it not? Oh if it didn't he didn't worry! It could be something else if it really wanted to, yes. Green eyes looked around briefly before suddenly settling on a woman that appeared to be sitting near a fountain area. Oh! Maybe he could ask her some directions or something? Yes that was a wonderful idea~ "Forgive me madame but may I have a word?" Duke called out quickly walking towards the woman whom he now realized appeared to be writing.

[MARCELINE JAMES]

Time/Date: Early Morning, Early Spring Y1||Words: (did this on mah phone) || Notes: Oh gosh... I finally posted :"C Sorry for latenessOutfit: She's a fan .-.

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Where to start...?

Dear Mother, First off- moving here was easier than I thought... No, no. That's not... doesn't sound right. Ugh. Writer's block, of course of all times, decided to strike- well, its been a while since that happen. No important school paper or writing those bloody cover letters for resumes, so of course it'll lurk until a moment like this. To be honest, her relationship with her mother... er, Mom- it felt weird calling her mom "Mother", but its a habit she picked up. Really, back before... him, her mom and herself were like two red-headed beans in a pod. But of course, no one can cling to her mother forever?

Her fingers twirled the pencil in her hands, chewing on her lip in thought. What should she talk about first? The job she gotten? Or how everything was just... so peaceful compare to the hectic citylife? How her and Him are doing? There was so much to ask, but the words refused to flow into her finger tips, scribbling down a letter to home. Or her old home. Maybe it would be easier to just grab her old hunk of junk camera at her rented one-bedroom.... well, she can't say apartment but really, in model of how it looks, it seemed so. Oh man... now that she thought about it, needed to do some shopping or maybe catch some breakfast at the cafe or-

"Forgive me madame but may I have a word?"

She tilted her head, her almost non-existent eyebrows knitted together in confusion. Wait... Damn, he must be addressing me she jerked her head to where the footsteps were coming from, and cease her pencil twirling. Well, in a way, this was a distraction from her writing- which was bugging her since did not know how to start this blasted letter. Brushing back some of her hair, tucking it behind her ear, and slipping her glasses while she was at it, she gave the long-haired man- and when she said long-haired, she meant it! She never seen a man with such long... well, there was always those fairytale stories and stuff, but... "Hm, good morning Mister!" She chewed on her lip, pausing for a second, "Um... sure?" Did she happen to know the guy...? Or was he going to ask her a question? Or... maybe. "Wait... is it about me sitting on the fountain? Oh shucks, I didn't know if I was allowed to.. Um, shouldn't assume things next time..." Marcy worried, quickly hopping off the fountain's edge and gathering her things- which was just her bag, letter she was writing and a trusty pen! She wasn't a local- so she would obviously make a mistake. Maybe this fountain was sacred? Or... something?