TelTales
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"Sophia and I grew up together,” Peony started after taking a sip of tea and clearing her throat for the story ahead. “Her father was a brilliant mechanic and he worked alongside mine to get Becker aircraft off the ground. If you'll forgive the pun." Peony smiled, apparently pleased with herself and the little joke but then leaned forward and shielded her mouth with her hand as if she were telling Violet a secret. "You see, my father is terrible with machines. Great at math, obviously. And he has an…-
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Violet didn’t know how long she worked on Amy’s letter. The morning hours seem to pass in the blink of an eye and more than one cup of coffee was brought over by Peony. It wasn’t until lunch was nearly served that she held up her final draft, a completed letter to Amy telling her what Violet felt in her heart. In her first attempt, she tried to apologize and explain it away, hoping that Amy would continue writing her no matter what. However, by the end, that part was gone. This was how Violet felt,…
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"Violet?" Hearing Cattleya call out her name caused Violet to look up from where she sat in front of her typewriter, alone in her workspace. "Yes?" "Claudia has your next assignment, could you come to his office with me, please?" Another assignment? One that required a discussion with President Hodgins? So, it would be more involved than her typical work, either taking her far away or she would be writing for someone with a higher profile. Violet hoped it was the latter so her letters to Amy wouldn’t…
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"How could you do this to me!?" Isabella winced as her father yelled again. His face had contorted from the normal, jovial expression he perpetually wore to one filled with rage. One she always knew was roiling beneath the surface and one she'd hoped not to provoke. So much for that. The sight of it caused her to avert her eyes, preferring to let them fall toward the floor instead. Her hands came to rest in her lap where she sat at her table, whereupon they grasped and played with each other to try and…
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How many weeks had it been now without a letter? Almost three? The lack of response to Violet's last was unnerving, to say the least, and it distracted the doll like nothing had before. It was hard to sleep, hard to eat, hard to work since her eyes were almost permanently affixed to the door of their little office, willing for someone to come through. At this particular moment, Violet sat in her cubicle in front of her typewriter, arms crossed and keys silent until she stirred when Cattleya popped into…
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In the end, they ended up writing more than one letter and Amy felt much better about this plan than when they first started. It was amazing, the people Violet knew and she only hoped that that the two would get a response before her father found out what happened. Oh, and that those responses were actually helpful, of course.Unfortunately, like so many other things in her life, the easy way was not for Amy, or Violet either apparently. She should’ve known the hospital would inform her father of what…
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"I can't believe we are halfway through our remaining time," Isabella reflected before bringing the teacup to her lips. She sat in her now customary seat in the small cafeteria on the bottom floor of the dormitory. The same one she’d come to nearly every afternoon since Violet had to leave. Sitting across from her, Ashley hummed her agreement before shrugging. "Three months to debut, three months to review. Not long at all in the grand scheme of things. Almost the blink of an eye." After taking a sip,…
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"Do you think she's mad at me? For sending her away for so long?" Claudia asked as he paced beside his desk, arms folded across his chest. Maybe that's why she isn't back yet." He stopped then, opened his arms wide, and made a gesture that resembled a shrug. If a shrug was somehow more...frantic. "Or the dress? What if she didn't like it?" Violet didn’t exactly strike him as the type to get upset about such a thing but she had been amongst all those young women for months. The pacing resumed then then,…
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"So, it's been a week now. How are you doing?" Following the question, Ashley brought her cup of tea to her lips before taking a polite sip and tilting her head in curiosity. It was only Isabella and her together currently; however, Ashley's usual entourage was scattered around them at other tables, chatting the afternoon away. In the preceding days, Isabella started to get to know each one a little better and, to her surprise, each had been welcoming and friendly even after she had been less than warm in…
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Isabella didn’t stir until the next morning when her face was bathed in sunlight from the window, well past their normal time for rising. Which meant that Violet had let her sleep in. The next thing her sleepy mind noticed was the fact that she was still wrapped up in a tight embrace. In Violet’s tight embrace. Which instantly brought back the smile from the night before. Oh, how she would love to start every day this way, wrapped in these arms. Safe and loved. "Good morning, Amy. Did you sleep well?"…
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Though Violet walked away from the school with steady steps, each one built a sadness inside her. She’d finished assignments before and had plenty of emotional departures. But this one weighed on her mind more than any other. Much more. And there hadn’t been any outward displays of grief from either her or Isabella. No, not Isabella. Amy. That’s who she was to Violet, more than a noblewoman attending a school, more than a job. A dear friend. As she went, Violet’s free hand came up to let a gloved…
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Dear Violet, Traveling already? That’s amazing! Of course, I’m sad that it means an interruption to our letters but I am excited for you to go. And also, to hear about it when you get back! I wonder what kind of food you’ll eat? Honestly, it warms my heart knowing that I can expect these with some frequency and I appreciate you telling me about the pause. I’m also happy to hear that you wouldn’t be bored sitting at my side once again so hurry up and get back here! I’m just kidding, of…
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It had been almost a week now and Violet still hadn’t fully adjusted to her new circumstances. Well, her old circumstances, if she was being accurate. Plenty of things didn’t feel quite right after returning home. Eating meals alone, not having someone to talk with while she walked, and sleeping alone at night. It turned out it wasn’t simply the unique discomforts of the train that had prevented her from getting good rest in the days following her departure. On some level, Violet knew it wouldn’t…
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Dear Violet, I hope this finds you well and…quickly. You may not have been expecting a letter so soon but I hope it’s a pleasant surprise. In fact, I'm actually writing this later in the evening after you left. Maybe that's silly but it's the only thing I can think to do. I keep looking around our room, hoping my eyes will find you doing chores or emerging from the bathroom. I should probably be getting ready for bed instead but you know me. I guess I don't have too much to say yet. Only that I miss…
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“Thank you for the tea, Heidi,” Isabella said from where she sat at the small table in her room. The handmaiden had just returned with a tray containing it, sugar, and a few snacks. More than she'd asked for but then again, Heidi was always that kind, wasn't she? Isabella just didn’t pay attention before. “You’re welcome, Mistress. Would you like anything else?” Isabella was about to say no and settle into an afternoon filled only with seclusion but a request did bubble to the…
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After they returned to the room, Isabella and Violet changed out of their dresses and set about filling up the bath in their usual way. The soak was precisely the thing they needed after a long night of dancing and the two laughed and recounted specific points of enjoyment throughout the night. It wasn't until Isabella tried to stand back up that she realized just how stiff her muscles were. She was definitely going to be in pain tomorrow and not only physically. Once they were out, Isabella…
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