Iβm sure youβve heard that one quite a lot, or consider me terribly wrong in what I've heard about you with my boldness imparted. It has been a couple months now. I should confess that I got a glimpse of what could have been a star-spangled shield when we were interconnected. It may me wonder. It had not been my intention to take. I will not ask, unless you wish to tell me on your own free will. In displays of heightened offerings, some have reached for memories. It was a mere glance, I promise. I am fully aware what a vampireβs sensuality can arise, but I'll preserve modesty. I wanted to formally thank you, and perhaps even if I let the ink sink into the pages a thousand times over, it may never truly be enough parchment to display my gratitude. Not everyone would offer their blood up to a vampire. Iβll let you in on a little insight of my past, since itβs only fair considering I know what your blood tastes like.
I once owned a club in my prime days, but it didnβt last but a mere seven years. The big war had come, and it had been only the first. We thought it would be the only one. Truthfully, I wish it had been the war that ended it. Unfortunately, it had been rather skin deep in those days for me. Regardless, I preserve what those days brought, and with it is a piece of Storyville. Youβll find a green gated door leading into a courtyard, where itβll be what my home once was. Sometimes, all we want to be is a little alive. I intend this for the ones whoβd been taken. It is an experience indescribable, but it is in us. I would like to honor we did make it out where the center of a celebration isn't a gala for an execution. However, I would respect if you wish to leave it be.
I am hosting a gathering at my domain on May 24th in the evening. I want to personally invite you to attend, but if you donβt wish to, then I wholeheartedly offer an invitation for the future if you ever want to drop by. I admit I find myself wanting to know more of you, Steve. If not here, then at some point allow me to properly say thank you while we are both back to our full health. I do hope you have found your strength once again.
[ It's, well, quite the letter. There's something nostalgic in this, because Steve used to write and receive letters like this once upon a time himself. Long-winded letters were replaced with to-the-point, back and forth text messages, but it seems like Louis has a fondness for the old days.
Are they old days for him? He's a vampire, yet he refers to some time in the past, when he was in his "prime." He also talks about the big war, which could be any number of things, but...
Yeah, consider Steve's interest piqued. ]
Dear Louis,
I can't remember the last time that I got a letter like this. I hadn't even realized I missed it, so thank you for that.
I didn't know you got glimpses of my memory while drinking my blood, but the shield isn't much of a secret, so you don't have to worry about it. I appreciate you telling me, though, and I can give you context for it if you're interested. Although let's just say that I fought in a big war of my own, and that's when the shield really came to be.
A little celebration or gathering in your domain is probably going to be a lot nicer than that gala, although I made the most of it. I'll definitely make sure to stop in, although again, you don't have to worry that much about thanking me. I gave you my blood both to help you but also to make sure that everyone in that cave with us stayed safe.
I'll be there, though, and then we can talk more. It sounds like we might actually have a couple of things in common.
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Are they old days for him? He's a vampire, yet he refers to some time in the past, when he was in his "prime." He also talks about the big war, which could be any number of things, but...
Yeah, consider Steve's interest piqued. ]
Dear Louis,
I can't remember the last time that I got a letter like this. I hadn't even realized I missed it, so thank you for that.
I didn't know you got glimpses of my memory while drinking my blood, but the shield isn't much of a secret, so you don't have to worry about it. I appreciate you telling me, though, and I can give you context for it if you're interested. Although let's just say that I fought in a big war of my own, and that's when the shield really came to be.
A little celebration or gathering in your domain is probably going to be a lot nicer than that gala, although I made the most of it. I'll definitely make sure to stop in, although again, you don't have to worry that much about thanking me. I gave you my blood both to help you but also to make sure that everyone in that cave with us stayed safe.
I'll be there, though, and then we can talk more. It sounds like we might actually have a couple of things in common.
See you soon,
Steve Rogers