The Letter. [Marton/Christian]
Apr. 7th, 2005 10:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
palace_martonDear Marton,
I thought I should do you the respect of letting you know that Orlando and my relationship has ended.
I don't yet know exactly where I'll be living, but I can arrange for storage if it would be better to remove my things from Palace Proper sooner rather then later. I want to make things as easy on Orlando as possible, so if this would be better, I can make sure to get that done right away, after which I will, of course, be getting new bracelets. I was wondering- if I had the ones I have now deactivated- could I keep them? He gave them to me, and I'd like to have them ... just to remember.
Dwayne's been following me around the past few days, but since I'm no longer going to be living on Palace Proper, I'm sure his skills will be appreciated elsewhere. Good luck to whoever he gets reassigned to- he's one hell of an efficient shadow. If he's got a file somewhere, go ahead and make a note in it as ‘frustratingly good at his job'.
I'm not sure what Orlando's position on making this public is, but for the moment, I've been attempting discretion. I don't want him to have to deal with any public attention until he's ready for it. Please believe me when I say I wish nothing but the best for him. I want him to be happy, and I wasn't willing to let anything stand in the way of that happiness. Not even me.
Sincerely,
Harry Sinclair.
Marton re-read the missive and then scrubbed at his face with one hand, the other fingering the heavy paper on which it was written. Oh dear.
That was the only response he was having and he couldn’t work out why. Intuition trying to tell him something maybe? Whatever it was, it wasn’t coming through very clearly. Indistinct enough that he couldn’t pin it down. He put the letter on the coffee table and picked up his drink, taking a sip.
“Christian.” He didn’t call out very loudly, he didn’t need to, and presently the door opened and his eldest son stuck his head around, an enquiring look on his face. “Seen this?” Marton nodded at the letter.
Christian came over and picked it up, scanning it quickly. “Yikes.” Christian scowled and looked at his father. “What do you make of it?”
Marton shrugged. “Not sure. Want some?” He pointed at the coffee.
Christian got himself a cup and sat down next to him on the office couch. “For real do you think?”
“Harry certainly seems to think so.” Marton said. “Asking about bracelets and trying to shake the security.”
“You going to?”
Marton shook his head. “No. Sit back, wait and see what happens.” He stretched his arms above his head, working out the kinks a morning of paperwork had bought. “Could be a blip on the radar.”
Christian nodded his agreement. “Yeah. We’ll just sit tight.”
I thought I should do you the respect of letting you know that Orlando and my relationship has ended.
I don't yet know exactly where I'll be living, but I can arrange for storage if it would be better to remove my things from Palace Proper sooner rather then later. I want to make things as easy on Orlando as possible, so if this would be better, I can make sure to get that done right away, after which I will, of course, be getting new bracelets. I was wondering- if I had the ones I have now deactivated- could I keep them? He gave them to me, and I'd like to have them ... just to remember.
Dwayne's been following me around the past few days, but since I'm no longer going to be living on Palace Proper, I'm sure his skills will be appreciated elsewhere. Good luck to whoever he gets reassigned to- he's one hell of an efficient shadow. If he's got a file somewhere, go ahead and make a note in it as ‘frustratingly good at his job'.
I'm not sure what Orlando's position on making this public is, but for the moment, I've been attempting discretion. I don't want him to have to deal with any public attention until he's ready for it. Please believe me when I say I wish nothing but the best for him. I want him to be happy, and I wasn't willing to let anything stand in the way of that happiness. Not even me.
Sincerely,
Harry Sinclair.
Marton re-read the missive and then scrubbed at his face with one hand, the other fingering the heavy paper on which it was written. Oh dear.
That was the only response he was having and he couldn’t work out why. Intuition trying to tell him something maybe? Whatever it was, it wasn’t coming through very clearly. Indistinct enough that he couldn’t pin it down. He put the letter on the coffee table and picked up his drink, taking a sip.
“Christian.” He didn’t call out very loudly, he didn’t need to, and presently the door opened and his eldest son stuck his head around, an enquiring look on his face. “Seen this?” Marton nodded at the letter.
Christian came over and picked it up, scanning it quickly. “Yikes.” Christian scowled and looked at his father. “What do you make of it?”
Marton shrugged. “Not sure. Want some?” He pointed at the coffee.
Christian got himself a cup and sat down next to him on the office couch. “For real do you think?”
“Harry certainly seems to think so.” Marton said. “Asking about bracelets and trying to shake the security.”
“You going to?”
Marton shook his head. “No. Sit back, wait and see what happens.” He stretched his arms above his head, working out the kinks a morning of paperwork had bought. “Could be a blip on the radar.”
Christian nodded his agreement. “Yeah. We’ll just sit tight.”
