#half assed

I missed drawing you grandpa 💔

Shitty sketch so I could draw him in a less cartoony style

next house, singing, and disappears

when it wants to.”

To: My love. From: Albedo.

anything to say, tommie?♪

wow! it’s been a while, huh? i thought i’d give something short and sweet.

mewnies warning𖦹

october gets a little…. suggestive. that’s all. meow!

You’ve recently told Albedo you wish you could know what others thought about you.

He now knows what to get you for new years.

January 1st

My love,

You had mentioned to me in passing that you would kill to hear people’s thoughts so you could learn their true opinion of you. Here I am. I plan to write in this journal once a day, but please forgive me if work gets in the way. You know what my passion does to me, I cannot help a one-track mind.

This is my gift to you.

Yours,

Albedo

February 14th

My love,

I’ve had a dream like this when I was younger (although my body will, for the most part, never change, I was new to the world, therefore younger), when I lived in a land I sadly cannot tell you much about: I was in a sea of flowers.

It is strange how I can recall it so vividly, but it’s the reason I was so lost in thought while we were together today. My love, I cannot stress how intense the deja-vu I experienced was enough. I had been in that same field while feeling your warmth 300 years ago. But it was just a dream, so I feel a bit foolish.

I digress. The point is, my love, I believe I may have known you since before you were alive. I know it’s implausible scientifically (I am a scientist), but I think the spirit of the holiday has made my metaphorical heart soften. As I think about the fact you are asleep in my bed, I feel a sensation I have never felt. It pools in my stomach. If I were a less selfish man, I would stay away from you to study it, but I regrettably am selfish, and wrote this as fast as I could in order to get back to you.

I apologize for the flowery language.

Yours,

Albedo

March 30th

My love,

As the snow melts, I feel my heart begin to thaw too. When I descend down Dragonspine to return home to you and the city, I find my good humor is restored. It makes me laugh to see our half-melted snowmen. I truly do thank Barbatos (As a figure of speech, that is. I am not the religious type) that Klee is such a happy child, for I believe another would have thrown a fit. I am happy that you have become the owner of your scarf once again, though, for your lack of one was making me worry.

I used to not have a favorite season—I had not even thought about it—but now I find myself endeared to spring and summer. I may be biased, however, since this is the season in which we met. My love, I am grateful you have chosen to spend your time with me. However far away we are during experiments, please know I have left a part of me tucked safely in our bed.

“Our bed” has a pleasant sound, don’t you think?

Yours,

Albedo

April 1st

My love,

I am sure I do not need to remind you of what took place today. It was a mean trick. I am unsure of who put you up to it, but I hope by the time you read this you will have admitted it so I can give them a piece of my mind.

I curse this holiday.

Yours,

Albedo

May 7th

My love,

The first day of The Windblume Festival has just finished, and once again, I have snuck away from our bed to write my entry. I believe you have caught on to my mischief, given how the first time I had tried to leave, sure you were asleep, you asked me where I was going. My love, have you no faith in me? I have to laugh, today has put a playful humor in me. You are rubbing off on me, I suppose.

As the saying goes, the showers we had experienced last month have bore lovely fruit. The flowers hanging throughout the city were radiant. I had to restrain myself from sketching them out while the festivities were taking place. In truth, before you I saw no need for such things. Klee has once dragged me down the mountain, and yes, I did start going on the last day of the festival every year to appease her (and to keep her from ascending up Dragonspine by herself), but I had not paid much attention to anything other than keeping her out of trouble. With you, I have come to understand why humans have such celebrations.

Look at me, I talk as if I am not human too.

Yours,

Albedo

(Post script: The flower I have drawn below is not one that we saw today, but a flower from where I was born. I do not consider this place my home when compared to Mondstadt, but I, nonetheless, thought of this flower when seeing all of the lovely arrangements today.)

June 16th

My love,

My lab at Favonius HQ (Head Quarters) will undoubtedly soon become stifling as the summer months roll in. You liked when I removed my stockings, much to my amusement and—from what I have begun to understand is—embarrassment. I did think (after much consideration) that it was unusual for a man to be wearing stockings, but you seemed to have your own opinions on the subject.

I do believe that I am more feminine than the average man in Mondstadt. While I call myself a gentleman, I have longer hair than some, and I found I was created to be more androgynous looking than most. Could it be simply due to my height I am feeling this way?

Love, the more I write in this, the more I feel I’ve started to write about myself, rather than strictly my feelings about you. I hope this does not spoil the present.

Yours,

Albedo

July 20th

My love,

We went to the beach today; you, Sucrose, Klee, Timaeus, and I. It felt strange to have so many people accompany me to one spot. What started as me and Sucrose collecting samples turned into a day out. You make me laugh. When I think of the times before I met you, It all goes by so fast. How did I ever survive hundreds of years without you by my side?

With the recent turn of events (the likes of which I regrettably cannot tell you about right now), I have learned to not take you for granted. In another situation, could it be that a different version of myself, one that is not me, got the chance to love you? The thought makes me irritated, my love.

This probably does not make sense to you.

Yours,

Albedo

August 30th

My love,

This month has been particularly hard for me. While I would like to be soaking up the last of summer, I’ve had business in Dragonspine, which (as you know) puts a serious damper on my spirit, in turn leading to longer and longer stays due to a lack of motivation to work. It is a miserable experience to be kept away from you, especially for so long. I have never had this problem before I met you, but I am no longer able to sleep soundly.

In truth, I do not need to sleep as much as a human being would. Sleep is more so to rest my body than to repair tissue, or things of that nature.

I fear the more I try to describe my body, the more of this loneliness I feel. Sometimes I feel confused as to why I do not experience things human beings do, as if I had forgotten I am not one.

Yours,

Albedo

September 13th

My love,

Thank you for spending the day with me. While I understand the significance of birthdays, I had never thought about mine until you had asked me. While I was not “birthed” per say, today is, in fact, the day of my creation. I would’ve been happy just seeing you, but you insisted on going out, so that is what we did.

It was a shock to find that you and those closest to me had made an itinerary. Have I mentioned how often you make me laugh? Why is it that my “birthday” excites you more than your own?

Thank you for everything, my love. How can I top this for your next birthday?

Yours,

Albedo

October 17th

My love,

Even when the days are shorter, I find that you keep me optimistic. You bring with you a desire I now hold deep in my chest, only to be revealed to you. I had never had such desires before we met, nor should I. It makes no sense for a creature such as myself to lust, given I am not fertile and can assumingly not procreate. I find myself mesmerized with you. Did Master give my body functions I was unaware of until now?

It feels shameful to write this down, love.

Yours,

Albedo

November 19th

My love,

Today marks the end to my good humor; the first snow has fallen on Mondstadt. Snow always makes me think of Master, but lately, her memory has been irritating me. Perhaps that’s why we argued today.

I wish I could make you see my thoughts, love. You need to know I do not act out of a desire to upset you. In fact, it is quite the opposite. I only want to protect you. I wish I could hold you to my chest and never let go, but I know such things are impossible.

Yours,

Albedo

December 31st

My love,

In every one of these writings, I hope you see my utter devotion to you. My feelings for you will never falter, no matter the situation we are put in. Does this clear up what I think of you?

I love you.

Yours,