Drafts

[Wesley Cavanaugh]

Wes is in depression mode after being trapped in the vanishing ball and on the downward spiral of his independence/mobility/etc, he's in a baaaaad place. He's been drafting letters to @'Lucinda Cavanaugh' to encourage her to divorce him for somebody healthier. They're kept in a locked drawer in his office because he can't quite work up the nerve yet.

January 26th, 1887

My Dearest Lucinda,

Something tells me you will find this foolish, brash and will only throw it out, but I have to try.

You need to leave me. Craft any excuse you want, I won't fight it, but you need to find someone more whole, healthier. Someone who can take you dancing and keep up with your children. I cannot begrudge you a life of travel and parties that I cannot keep up with. We can't even enjoy a leisurely evening stroll for Merlin's sake!

It pains me already with Tulip toddling around that I cannot keep up or play with her without having to sit on the floor. We should be able to play outside together and enjoy the freedom of the grounds, to take adventures. I would have liked to teach her how to ride and to practice her dancing with her. None of this is possible any longer and it drives me to the bottle. You don't deserve that either.

You and Tulip deserve better than a broken shell of a man like myself. Someone who has better judgement, who doesn't hide his drink in his desk alongside the pain potions. It's unforgivable and shouldn't be tolerated, but I don't know what else to do. The physical pain is overwhelming and it only aggravates the emotional issues. I have never considered myself an emotional person, but in this instance what else is there to be?

You, my lovely wife, are young and beautiful and strong and you deserve just as much in your husband. I had high aspirations to be as such, but I cannot fulfill the position anymore and so you should be free to find somebody who can.  

All My Love,
Wesley

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[Wesley Cavanaugh]

Pretend there are other sad letters in here because I can't be arsed. This one was written 1/4 the way through the bottle, here.

June 9th, 1887

My Dearest Lucinda,

I'm sorry.

I saw your dress, I'm sure you looked beautiful. I should have been there to see you and for that I'm sorry. I should have told you I had no plans on going, but how could I admit it? You were so excited, it was almost contagious enough to get me excited for the ball this evening as well.

I couldn't however, as I could barely stand through the pain. There would have been no way for me to even walk in to the ball, let alone dance with you before the Queen like you deserve.

You deserve better.

I can't be better.  

I need the potions and the booze. I can't make it through the day without them. I can't be what you need me to be. I was hoping if you were mad enough at me, you'd leave me. This is ruining me, ruining our marriage, but I don't know what else to do.

I'm sorry Buttercup, I truly am.

All My Love,
Wesley

  

gloriously gloomy Wes!set by Rune!

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