(This letter is under a read more because it’s full of profanity — Kim has very colorful language when truly angry.)
Things are coming along really good. Healer even said that I might get the brace off my wrist a few days early! Stuck with the damned sling for a while yet, though. Never break your collarbone, it’s the worst. My hip is healing too, but now it’s in that really nasty stage. I’ll…spare you the details. It itches so much.
Mum and I went over to the jail yesterday to talk with them about what they got out of him. So this guy doesn’t even know who I am or nothing, he just got paid to do it. Who the hell would pay someone money to attack me? I’m not that annoying, am I?
They’re gonna hold him until he starts talking, but seems like he’s keeping his mouth shut for now. Doesn’t want to break his word, a really weird thing for a guy willing to beat someone up for pay. But I came up with a really good idea, though. I think it’s a good idea, anyway. Mum isn’t so sure yet, but I’m right confident about it.
Don’t get mad. I’m gonna go offer to pay this guy’s fine if he gives us the name and leaves Bree-land. He won’t get out until we can confirm that the guy who hired him is actually the one who did it, but I’ll let him go if we can get that figured out. I’ve got a good reason for it: even if that first guy sits there and wastes away in jail, what’s to stop this other guy from hiring someone else?
Not a big fan of rewarding some jackass with the nerve to attack a woman for some coin, but I really don’t like the idea of someone out there just…waiting to find the right person to beat me up again. Get to the root of the problem, then rip it out of the ground and throw that fucker in jail.
So that’s my plan tomorrow. Hopefully it works. Speaking of work (writing of work, whatever), Mum agreed to let me start heading back to the market after my wrist brace is off. She’s gonna come with me, won’t let me say anything otherwise, but it’s something. I need to get out, see people, feel the sun again. Being stuck in here is horrible after a few days. This is like the time I got diphtheria. Ugh.
I miss you. You better be doing okay. Remember to watch out for those bears. You know, I realized that you’re going to be away on your birthday…you did that on purpose. I’ve got your real present here, but you’re just going to have to come back home to get it! Not that easy. To tide you over, I wrote the first chapter of that book and it’s in this package. It’s absolutely terrible and you better enjoy it. Let me know if you can figure out what the repetitive word is. I’ll save the rest for when you get back here.
I can’t wait until you’re back. Nights are steadily getting cooler around here and you’re a lot warmer than the pillows. I keep dreaming about throwing snowballs at you, then going inside and drinking spiced wine. I love you, Frank. So much. Be safe.
It’s been three weeks already and I only got one of your letters. It’s been real frustrating not knowing what’s going on, and now I’m pissed because I have to write you a real bad letter right off the bat. I’m sorry. I hope this actually reaches you. I’m just sending it to the city with your name on it, like you said.
First off: I’ll be fine, I’m healing, don’t worry. But it’s been a real shit week for me, having to deal with the Watch and pain and stuff.
So I was walking home after family dinner when some asshole ambushed me and shoved me between some buildings, trying to attack me. Well, I mean, he did attack me. Smashed my face and neck up good. Looks like I spilled purple dye all over my face. I managed to fight back after a bit, punched his head into the wall, but I hurt my hand doing it. Ran off to find someone from the Watch, but sliced myself bad on the way out. Found Sam patrolling, he managed to grab the fucker. So he got caught at least.
The healer said I broke m he broke my collarbone, my wrist is sprained real bad, and I’m going to have a nasty scar on my hip. But my face should heal up fine.
Mum and Nellie are going crazy over me, it’s only been a day and I’m already over it. They won’t let me get out of bed and keep offering to keep me company. Sure, my arm’s in a sling but I didn’t break my leg — I can walk around! It’s real sweet of them and all, but I just want to be left alone. Can’t believe I let some bastard get the drop on me, especially when he couldn’t even take a punch. I’m so pissed off. I miss you. I want to hug you. I don’t even care about the sex right now, I just want to hold your hand with my good one. That’s not true, I always care about the sex. But you know what I mean. Please don’t show that part to Os.
I really hope things are going better for you down there. The stuff you talked about before leaving was awful and dangerous and you better be careful, Burns, or I’ll hobble my way down there and set you straight. Remember, you promised.
Oh, if you tell Os, could you keep an eye on him? I don’t know if him finding out is a good idea, but if you really need to talk about it, just try not to worry him too much. I don’t want him thinking he’s got to come running back home. I’m fine. I’m healing. It’s just bullshit and it sucks. Guess I got a lot of time on my hand, now. Get it? One hand. At least it’s my writing hand. You know what? I might actually write you that stupid book. I’ve got the time now. Hell, I’ll even name the characters Fronk and Kimmers.
I can’t wait until you’re back, Frank. It’s getting colder here and I think I saw some leaves changing color the other day. This is supposed to be your season. We’re supposed to throw leaves at each other and you’re supposed to mull more of that mead with your cousins and we should be hiding to make out in the pumpkin patches until they find us and––
Cor, the pain medicine is kicking in. I’d scratch out that last part, but I’m sure you’ll love it. I miss you. I love you so much, Frank. Don’t get hurt, and come back home when you can.
Your woad sprite (yes I love it, shut up),
Hazel eyes darted in every direction, constantly vigilant in their search of the crowd around them.
“Bitra darling, please stop being so wary. You are safe with me.”
Not wanting to respond, her lips pursed into a straight line, continuing to scan faces as they made their way through the busy marketplace.
“Um, got some time t’ talk?”
“…Yeah. Yeah, c’mon in, Kimby.”
“Thanks. Um…before you start yellin’ at me, I just wanna say I don’t think I did anything wrong.”
“And what makes you think I’m gonna start yellin’ at ya?”
“I mean… I ‘magine you’re prob’ly pretty pissed.”
“And why ‘d I be pissed?”
“I dunno. You’re my brother. It just…seems like somethin’ that’d piss ya off.”
“Well, yer wrong. And I a’ready told Frank yer both adults. Be together ‘r don’t. I dunno what ya two even want from me at this point.”
“Maybe t’…have you be happy ‘r somethin’?”
“I’ll be happy when I can wrap my damn head ‘round it, a’right? I just… ‘S weird, okay?”
“I mean, I kinda get it, I freaked out at first too, but why’s it this much of a problem for you?”
“Seriously? You’re seriously askin’ me this. You’re my sister. He’s my best friend. Pretty much like a brother t’ me. It’s like my brother an’ sister are together, and that ain’t right.”
“Well, we are and it is.”
“I ain’t tryin’ t’ break you two up. Why’s it matter so much iffen I approve? You’re gonna do whatcha want anyway.”
“Oh, I dunno, Os. I mean, you’re kinda one ‘a the most important people in our fuckin’ lives or somethin’.”
“Maybe gimme more ‘n a few days before breakin’ down the door and askin’ why I ain’t sendin’ you flowers, then.”
“You are so immature sometimes!”
“Fer once, Kimby, I’m honestly bein’ calm about somethin’ that’s botherin’ me a bunch. Just…get out if you’re here t’ yell at me t’ do…I dunno even know what. Carin’ too much, I guess.”
“Carin’ too much??”
“Yeah! ‘Cause if ya two don’t work out, guess who gets stuck in th’ damn middle?”
“And you’re just so certain we ain’t gonna work out, huh?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“But you’re thinkin’ it, Os. You’re thinkin’ it.”
“No, I ain’t.”
“So…what, we just need t’ avoid ya for a while, until you’ve decided yer over it?”
“At this point, I’d settle for both of ya not shovin’ week-old relationship sex in m’ face.”
“Frank panicked! Thought you were gonna… wait, week-old? What are you even talkin’ about?”
“He came t’ me just last week, askin’ permission t’ date my sister. What’re you talkin’ ‘bout?”
“I… We’ve… Oh.”
“…How long, Kimby?”
“…’Bout a…month ago? Had our first date. He didn’t…?”
“…Well, there ya go. Yeah. S’ been about a month since I kissed ‘im. It all just kinda…fell int’ place from there.”
“Since ya kissed ‘im? Was that even a fortnight after ya ran int’ each other here?”
“Listen, I ain’t gonna sit here and justify m’self t’ you.”
“Ya met your childhood rival then two weeks later you’re throwin’ yerself at him, and ya don’t think that requires even a lil’ bit of justifyin’? Kimby, what the bloody hell are you doin’?”
“I dunno! And I was not throwin’ myself at him. I just kissed him. And… I couldn’t ‘splain it, anyways. It was…”
“Ya know how a magnetic piece ‘a metal flies and sticks t’ another piece…?”
“Was like that. I can’t put it any other way and I ain’t gonna bother tryin’, either.”
“I need some time, a’right? Just…time t’ wrap my brain ‘round it.”
“Fine. I… I didn’t expect things t’ go this way, but… I’m real glad they did.”
“I’m still right mad at ya fer not tellin’ me sooner, but… Get over ‘ere.”
“D’ya really think me tellin’ you a month ago that I was thinkin’ of kissin’ Frank would somehow have made th’ situation better for ya?”
“Yeah, ‘cause I could’a locked ya inside yer room.”
“Ya do know I figured out a way t’ sneak outta there by th’ time I was twelve, right?”
“…I did not. What else ‘re ya hidin’ from me?”
“None ‘a your business, big brother.”
“Fair ‘nough. But… Kimby. I gotta say this: if he hurts you, I’ll kill ‘im. If you hurt him, I’m never forgivin’ you.”
“I’m not too worried ’bout that.”
“That makes one ‘ve us.”
I figure…why not? Many, many words below the cut.