OK~~~ It's been a while since my last fanfiction. This time my girlfriend and I started this new idea of a story: we are writing letters as Jazz and Frederic in the game! We live in different countries (well, US and Canada...XD) and we mail letters in the old fashion way; so it will take some times for every update. But if you stay tuned, you won't miss it!
My girlfriend writes as Frederic and I am as Jazz. Story sets after the end of game; Frederic takes time and regain his health in Andante and later goes to Tenuto Village and leave to Baroque City; at the same time, Jazz stays in Andante. They promise to write to each other. So far, they are ONLY close friends.
This fanfiction is currently rated PG-13 since my girlfriend as Frederic writes openly... (LOL, but that's how Chopin did in real life!) In later chapter the rating may go up and it really depends on how we want the letters to flow. About Jazz and Frederic, you all know they are my favorite couple according to my late fanfiction, so yaoi content later on and you're warned!
I expect people to respect others' ideas and writing. If you don't like it, leave us alone. If anyone ever tries to flame I will hunt that person down with Jazz's HUGE sword (no kidding, I am making his sword for cosplay!) and burn away him/her to nothing. :D R & R are always welcome!
By the way my girlfriend is one pretty lady who cosplays Frederic, check out her DA account. =D
Frederic (CN: ChasseNeige): ChasseNeige in DA
Jazz (CN: hayate/that's me): hayatecrawford in DA
Disclaimer: We don't own Eternal Sonata; how sad.
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My Dearest Friend,
Only days have passed since my departure, yet my heart feels heavy with silence as my only accompaniment. I have grown so accustomed to idle merriment with your company and the others that Baroque city feels strangely unfamiliar, even though we've been here before.
I must apologize for starting my letter on such a heavy note, but you must understand that I can only express these dark thoughts that plague my conscious to you. Please, and I impose, that you do not tell the others this, I do not wish to worry them with what they do not quite fully understand. They are brave, admirable, and have enough shares of problems of their own without my meddling. I do not mean to say that you have no worries, but please, when you mind is free of thoughts, think a little of me, and spare a few words as they will lighten my mood greatly.
Enough about me, I assure you will hear more later on. I'm sure you'd like to hear about our dear friends. King Crescendo is very well, and asked me numerous times to mention him in my letter to you. How he knows about our promise to write to each other I have not an idea of, but he did enthusiastically tell me to send good tidings to you in his place. Queen Serenade, without worry haunting her expressions, is more radiant now that there is finally peace. Sorrow should never trouble the more delicate gender, as it is their smiles that brighten gloomy days for us.
I thought you'd like to know how my journey to Baroque City was. Well, it was long and uneventful. I have little to think about, as I am relatively content (it is with shame that I admit without constant misery I do not have much to reflect upon), but I did think for long hours as there were little else to do.
My thought carried me on various adventures through my mind, and, for reasons unknown to myself, found these adventures repeatedly taking me back to you and the others. While I am excited to return to an environment I've been used to for the most latter years of my life, playing for the court and composing, bathing in over embellishment and the scent of sweet perfume of the noble ladies, I do feel like something's amiss. I still do not know what it is, and my long reflections during the carriage ride did not help.
I write to you without knowing what my pen is scribbling, as at this moment my thoughts once more dwell on this question.
The weather is nice today; a light breeze is currently greeting my presence as I feel slightly refreshed. Though I spent the past few, no, several days sitting, I feel fatigue weighing down my steps. Perhaps I thought too much. But I simply cannot retire without writing to you! I've been looking forward to doing so for the entire time since my arrival at the city.
King Crescendo was generous enough to have sent a beautiful piano to my suite, just so I can tend to my muse as I desire; I feel that desire now as I am writing down these words. I shall conclude this rather lengthy letter that probably already took too much of your time and play for a little while before sleep overtakes me completely.
I embrace you heartily, my good friend. And offer your cheeks each a sweet kiss of gratitude and love.
Your most devoted,
F. F. Chopin
Ps. Did you know of Baroque's fine soaps? They are delightful! I stumbled upon a store as I came into the city, and I simply could not resist going in to have a look, even it were an extremely brief one. I could not believe it were possible to stack so many soap bars into one little shop! However I am incredibly glad to have found this little place, and am going back for a visit tomorrow morning. I shall send you one or two if you'd like. I do not mean to say the king is not sparing me toiletries for use (he has been overly generous in fact); I always thought it to be more personal to collect your own. Please do not find me strange; it has always been a hobby of mine.
Pps. We had an extravagant dinner tonight with mainly vegetable dished. I was pleasantly surprised to find so many colours on the table. I think you would've enjoyed this menu very much! Perhaps in the future, if you schedule allows you to come for a visit, I shall suggest a similar meal to the king as a greeting.
Ppps. Forgive the various spelling errors in my letter; I write as if I were intoxicated.
By the by. Do ask others if they would like any scented soaps.
