Snippits from my weslah fic that I particularly love.
a love letter to lilah │newly updated + an extended end note. A special thank you to @kyliafanfiction for beta reading years ago (and I literally forgot to thank you).

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Snippits from my weslah fic that I particularly love.
a love letter to lilah │newly updated + an extended end note. A special thank you to @kyliafanfiction for beta reading years ago (and I literally forgot to thank you).

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Happy the 3rd NeShiki Day!!
(everyone in order: Yvan, Angelina, Yvette, Geraldo, Agatha, Betty, Ken, ‘Sir Buford of Birmingham XIV’, Wilma, Ruby)
Believe it or not, all of us here are staying in England for a few days. Unfortunately, my mum forgot to pay some bills, so we couldn’t send the photo on time from the lack of internet. That’s her at the far right with the rabbit ears over Wilma’s head, by the way. She really wanted to see me again in person, and very badly so!
See that woman poking out from above Aunt Angie’s head? It’s Yvan’s lesser known twin sister, Yvette; she eloped with ‘Tall Paul’ long ago, and it was decades before we’d all meet again. The little one in Agatha’s arms is Betty; I wonder how being a big sister’s going for Wilma so far!
Aunt Angie and Uncle Geraldo were so sweet to me when I was little; there were times where I wondered if they happened to be angels, as they’d treat me well without an alarming amount of coddling. (No offence, mum! I still love you!)
If you’re wondering why you don’t see my dad in the photo...well, that’s a question best left unanswered. But he and my mum are divorced, as they’ve never really gotten along to begin with. I better stop here before it gets too lengthy.Â
- K.C.