Stiles Stilinski (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
fadingspark) wrote2015-06-12 06:50 pm
fadingspark) wrote2015-06-12 06:50 pm
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Letter to Cora } Regency AU
My dearest Lady Cora,
Please let me apologize if something I did caused you to flee yesterday afternoon from the river. It was not my intention, nor is it ever, to make you upset. I understand that you have your reservation, and that as you spoke, do not let yourself be receptive to things.
I will understand if you did not feel anything for me in the kiss. I do not have a lot of practice myself with such things, but I did want to make it known that I have not felt anything as wonderful in my life as I did in that moment. I only wish that I could know if you felt the same, and to know if you would be further receptive in getting to know me more than the friend that I have, and will always be, to you.
Perhaps it would be best if I wrote to you of my feelings, so that you could come to understand why it is I wish I court you. It was the day we stood on Lord Whittmore's property, and I had come to find you on my ride. I had seen you many times before as I have been with the Whittemores most of my life. But when I saw you under the tree, and no man around us to tell me it was not proper to speak with you, I found that I wanted to speak with no other. I saw you as you were, and not the face you showed to others, and that face and smile I still carry in my heart because I know that it is who you are inside behind the walls you put up to keep people out.
I am not an insensitive man. I know you have been hurt. I know your life has been hard, and I'm not one to come in and tell you I can make that all go away. It is that pain that has made you into the woman you are - from each strong opinion to each quiet contemplation. I would not change a thing in you for all the stars in the sky because it is that combination that I know of as you, and I have come to hold dear in the time since that day we met.
My story is not a proud one. I have my own scars, my fears and my own insecurities. I did not have a good life before we met, one you have seen first hand. It was you that brought the good fortune I now have to me, but it does not erase the years from my memory. They are part of the man I am now, and will always remain that way. And I am afraid to court you, because I too fear what may happen if this does not work and what could become of our friendship. I do hold you that dear to me.
But, as Shakespeare has written 'the course of true love never did run smooth'. Do I know that we will be lovers that poets will write stories about? No. I never claimed to be a prophet or wise man. I do not know even what tomorrow will bring. But I do know, Lady, that my heart sings when I think of you, and I can't imagine myself finding love in someone who is not you.
Broken and fearful as we are, I beg for you to please not run from me, but to offer me a chance to prove my intentions are true, and to see if your heart will open to mine. If it is not to be... then I will understand and will not try to hurt you further. I only wish to see you smile at me when you look upon me, and not to be afraid of my presence. If for only that, I do beg your forgiveness of none of this is wanted.
You are the sun and stars to me, Lady Cora. I only hope that with this letter, they will still shine favorably upon me. Until then, I remain as always, your friend.
Stiles.
Please let me apologize if something I did caused you to flee yesterday afternoon from the river. It was not my intention, nor is it ever, to make you upset. I understand that you have your reservation, and that as you spoke, do not let yourself be receptive to things.
I will understand if you did not feel anything for me in the kiss. I do not have a lot of practice myself with such things, but I did want to make it known that I have not felt anything as wonderful in my life as I did in that moment. I only wish that I could know if you felt the same, and to know if you would be further receptive in getting to know me more than the friend that I have, and will always be, to you.
Perhaps it would be best if I wrote to you of my feelings, so that you could come to understand why it is I wish I court you. It was the day we stood on Lord Whittmore's property, and I had come to find you on my ride. I had seen you many times before as I have been with the Whittemores most of my life. But when I saw you under the tree, and no man around us to tell me it was not proper to speak with you, I found that I wanted to speak with no other. I saw you as you were, and not the face you showed to others, and that face and smile I still carry in my heart because I know that it is who you are inside behind the walls you put up to keep people out.
I am not an insensitive man. I know you have been hurt. I know your life has been hard, and I'm not one to come in and tell you I can make that all go away. It is that pain that has made you into the woman you are - from each strong opinion to each quiet contemplation. I would not change a thing in you for all the stars in the sky because it is that combination that I know of as you, and I have come to hold dear in the time since that day we met.
My story is not a proud one. I have my own scars, my fears and my own insecurities. I did not have a good life before we met, one you have seen first hand. It was you that brought the good fortune I now have to me, but it does not erase the years from my memory. They are part of the man I am now, and will always remain that way. And I am afraid to court you, because I too fear what may happen if this does not work and what could become of our friendship. I do hold you that dear to me.
But, as Shakespeare has written 'the course of true love never did run smooth'. Do I know that we will be lovers that poets will write stories about? No. I never claimed to be a prophet or wise man. I do not know even what tomorrow will bring. But I do know, Lady, that my heart sings when I think of you, and I can't imagine myself finding love in someone who is not you.
Broken and fearful as we are, I beg for you to please not run from me, but to offer me a chance to prove my intentions are true, and to see if your heart will open to mine. If it is not to be... then I will understand and will not try to hurt you further. I only wish to see you smile at me when you look upon me, and not to be afraid of my presence. If for only that, I do beg your forgiveness of none of this is wanted.
You are the sun and stars to me, Lady Cora. I only hope that with this letter, they will still shine favorably upon me. Until then, I remain as always, your friend.
Stiles.