Constantine has already spoken HIS mind. Now Rae would like a few words of her own.
The physical letter was mailed to @ModernBabaYaga earlier this week!
Ms. Rae Seddon
co Charlie’s Coffeehouse|
2482 2nd St
New Arcadia, LA 71001
October 31, 2020
Dr. Elaine Meep
Dear Dr. Meep,
I know it’s an absolutely insane time for you and your loved ones right now—and I’m saying that as someone who was kidnapped by vampires and then discovered I’m a sun-witch—but I was hoping I could book an appointment with you over Zoom after the election? I’m pretty sure you won’t be able to accept my insurance plan, but I can compensate you in other ways. Not to brag, but if we’re talking about cinnamon rolls, I’m sort of a big deal in New Arcadia. My loyal subjects call me the Queen, and who am I to argue?
Con didn’t share with me what you two discussed in your session, and I didn’t press him—just like I’m sure he won’t pressure me. It’s part of what I love about him, you know? My husband Mel is a wonderful man and not for all the muffins in the land would I trade what he and I have built. I like that he’s protective. But it feels a bit stifling sometimes. If I tell him that something bothers me, he’ll instantly shift into Solution Guy Mode. Like the point is to fix everything instead of listening to me. You know how men can be. It comes from a caring place, but it also irritates the hell out of me.
Maybe it’s because I’m a freak who can shift matter into other matter, but having someone so close who has no compulsion about abandoning me when I need it? That’s gold, Doctor. There’s a reason Con and I remained friends for seventeen years! And there’s a reason why so many of my acquaintances think I’m a brass-bound bitch—I hold people at arm’s length, and often much further away than that. If they witnessed what I truly am, I’m convinced they’d bolt.
And I’m not talking about being Onyx Blaise’s daughter; I mean strangers catching a glimpse into the anxious whiny noodle-soup brain that is me. The side of myself that naturally appears around Con, but not others. I’d like take the mask off, Doctor. The metaphorical one, of course. Wearing masks is important and protects us all. If you’re human, anyway.
I wouldn’t want to give you the impression that I adore my stoic bloodsucker more than the humans in my life, whom I love dearly. Con and I have our challenges, too. I’ve been re-reading some of my favorite novels lately, so last week during one of our Midnight Travels, I was explaining the plot of my current book to Con. It’s about a circus that only appears at night, and dueling star-crossed magicians who fall in love despite the danger. So I’m gushing to him about the part where the twins have developed magical powers of their own—I can relate—and I begin to sense he’s unfocused. That’s unusual for him. I plow forward, but then he interrupts me and asks if I ever secretly compare him to Spike!
I had no idea what he was talking about. Apparently, on Con’s last trip to the library, Aimil recommended Buffy the Vampire Slayer to him, and he’s been checking out the DVDs one season at a time. A bit insensitive of her, I thought. She said that she really just wanted him to appreciate the musical episode, but figured it wouldn’t have the same emotional impact if he didn’t watch the five-and-a-half previous seasons.
Emotional impact? Doctor, you’ve met Con—this isn’t a man who yells emphatically at the TV. Nor is he a man at all, I suppose. But now he’s anxious, and I’ve done my best to assure him that I could never replace him with a hot, peroxide-drenched bad boy. Maybe.
I’m kidding. Honestly, he and I are aces, and I’m a lot more content these days than I give myself credit for! But still—if you could squeeze me in for an appointment sometime soon, I’d appreciate it. Life is easier when you don’t walk it alone, even if the platonic bestie you walk it with isn’t alive at all.
Oh, and I’m aware that this is easier for me to say than for you to hear, but—try not to worry too much about the orange demon. They’re keeping everything under wraps for the next week or so, but the SOF is on it.
Cinnamon Roll Queen
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