From: soleada	Date: September 1st, 2010 02:36 am (UTC)		(Link)

Dear Stasi,

I’m sorry to hear about the wildfires in Russia, however I will not be starting any wildfires with my lips. I don’t even want to know where you’re going with that. Only you Anastas de Kooning could take the romance out of letter writing. I hope all is well in Hesperia.

-Sunny

	From: anastas	Date: September 1st, 2010 02:42 am (UTC)		(Link)

My Dear Sunny,

My letter writing is solely composed of romance. I think only of you in New York City, trapped by the vast wasteland of buildings and unkempt skyline. I weep that you should spend your summer in a hot and filthy place when you could be here in sunny, gorgeous Hesperia. I am pleased that you hope all is well here. I would like to share this sentiment in exchange, but alas I am not well when you are not here.

Always,
Stasi

	From: soleada	Date: September 1st, 2010 02:46 am (UTC)		(Link)

Anastas,

You have clearly never experienced the wonder that is New York City! Vast wasteland? This is my beloved NYC we’re talking about here! It’s glorious! Anyways... you’ll survive three weeks without me. You’re ridiculous.

-Sunny

	From: anastas	Date: September 1st, 2010 02:47 am (UTC)		(Link)

Dear Sunny,

I have not experienced your New York City. I imagine it is a different place altogether from the New York City I am familiar with. Perhaps someday you will show me. As to the three weeks we shall spend apart: I will have you know that I can distract myself quite well, but I would much prefer your company.

Always,
Stasi

	From: soleada	Date: September 1st, 2010 02:53 am (UTC)		(Link)

Dear Stasi,

If you keep on insulting NYC I’m just going to have to prove to you how awesome it is then. Oh god, did I just agree to that? I hope your distractions are... productive. I shouldn’t even ask. You have any plans?

-Sunny

	From: anastas	Date: September 1st, 2010 02:55 am (UTC)		(Link)

Dear Sunny,

I would be truly honored to be your guest in the city. I intend to keep you to your word, perhaps next summer break? Or perhaps over winter break; it would be pleasant to see a cold and snowy holiday again.

Because of the fires in Moscow my plans have been canceled. I may do some work with my father in his shop. I may simply take some photographs. With the vikings blessing I will drink myself into a coma. Did you have plans for the summer holiday?

Always,
Stasi

	From: soleada	Date: September 1st, 2010 02:59 am (UTC)		(Link)

Dear Stasi,

Well... good . Because New York is amazing. So yeah. Winter in the city is actually kind of amazing. I couldn’t imagine the holidays without snow.

That sounds nice. Maybe you can show me some pictures when we go back to school. Do NOT take that the wrong way. I’ll take pictures of the very non-unkempt skyline to show you. Please don’t drink yourself to death. I’m going to Mexico next week with my family. I’ve been working in the bakery ever since I got home. Vegan cupcakes everywhere. It’s kind of amazing.

-Sunny

	From: soleada	Date: September 1st, 2010 05:36 am (UTC)		(Link)

Dear Stasi,

Yes, I would think that papa would be very upset if I was eaten by sharks. I too would be upset about that. Maybe we can go early for surfing and then just enjoy the beach at sunset sans going into the water. You watch shark week too? Pretty amazing right? Things that live in the water are so bizarre and kind of creepy.

Well then I would love your opinion. I do use other mediums, but I agree, black and white is my favorite. I paint with watercolor and acrylics but nothing ever feels as right as charcoal. I like how it forces you to be clear and honest, it doesn’t let you hide behind bright colors anything.

And what does working on my philosophy on men entail? I think I might just need a philosophy on you. Sharks? Nah. I don’t worry about them. I can kick their asses. And since we’re talking about it what’s your philosophy on ladies?

People making fun of you for juggling? I’d kick their butts.

Maybe I’m not. I kind of still want to know. No I don’t. A chamaco is a punk ass kid. And yes, you are one sometimes but then sometimes you’re not one. Sometimes you’re really serious and sweet... and nice. And yes, those are the times when I punch you, I would have thought you would get the picture by now. You actually like it when I punch you? Oh jeez, no wonder you still come back for kisses. Most boys hate that, then again, you’re not most boys are you Anastas?

Yours,
Sunny

	From: anastas	Date: September 1st, 2010 05:49 am (UTC)		(Link)

Dear Sunny,

To me, the only fun about going to the beach is being in the water. This may be another thing you will have to educate me on. There was never so much warm weather in Russia. I did not spend much time on beaches growing up. This has more to do with my parents than the weather. It is a shame that you cannot pick your family.

I would find charcoal to be harder to work with, because it blurs the lines. It is soft and mutable. The way I think of you when we are kissing. I suppose you can be bold and clear as well in this medium. I believe my drawings would be only smudges.

I cannot know how your past with men has been. Most women develop a pattern. If I am any indication you lean toward bad boys. It is always good to know what your weakness is and then if possible to avoid it. That being said, please do not start avoiding me. I am pleased that you can handle yourself around men, though I believe we could polish those skills even more. I would like to show you more self defense to round out your fantastic punches. I would like to avoid lowering your opinion of me if at all possible, so I will refrain from detailing my own philosophy.

I am what I am. Chamaco and all. You must pronounce that for me when I see you again. It could be your pet name for me. My sweet side must be our secret. You are the only person who has brought it out of me. I must admit that I find your punches both invigorating and charming, as impossible at that seems. Every time you push me away you manage to draw me closer. I do not suppose that you meant it as a compliment, but I will take it as one. I am most certainly not like most boys.

Always,
Stasi

	From: soleada	Date: September 1st, 2010 05:59 am (UTC)		(Link)

Dear Stasi,

There are tons of fun things to do at the beach. Volleyball, building sand castles, just enjoying the view. I will teach you all the fun stuff about beaches. That’s kind of the glory of growing up though, you don’t have to be the person that you’re parents are.

Charcoal is something you have to train, you have to make your point through the physical blurs and smudges. You do not want to know what I think of you when we’re kissing. You’d be surprised at some of the work people have done with charcoal. Maybe I can show you how to use it proper some day.

Well, I’d say you hit the nail on the head. Am I actually going to talk to you about this? Tall, dark, Lalaurie boys with a bad track record. Hmm. Too bad you can’t pick who you’re attracted to. I couldn’t avoid you Stasi, you’d track me down in some deserted corridor and give me that look and start kissing me and smirking.

That’s not very fair Anastas. I should get to know your philosophy on ladies since we have whatever it is that we have. I better not just be some friggin conquest to you Anastas de Kooning or so help me... Besides, let’s be honest, how much further down could my opinion of you drop? And why do you care?

I will teach you how to say it, but again I think it would only be fair if you taught me what your little nickname for me meant. Of course, we have to keep up the bad boy image. And of course you have to know how infuriating that is, right? You have to at this point. When someone keeps coming back like that it makes that particular person more... endearing. I am NOT falling for you. Yes and no. I didn’t mean it entirely as an insult but yeah, a little bit.

Yours,
Sunny

	From: anastas	Date: September 1st, 2010 06:12 am (UTC)		(Link)

Dear Sunny,

I intend to be nothing like my parents. That is part of why I have been slowly destroying myself. As soon as school is finished I am out of there. The one thing Valentin did right was leave.

I was not aware that there was a method to proper charcoal use. I will let you keep this secret. Indeed, you will have to show me.

I pay attention. Sometimes. I agree that you cannot pick who you are attracted to, but you are smart enough to avoid getting involved. Am I trying to talk you out of whatever this thing is that we have? Probably easier than talking myself out of it. I would track you down; your lips are irresistible.

You tell me. How much further could it drop? It cannot be so low if you continue to let me in. Otherwise I am going to have to reformulate my opinion on you.

My nickname has nothing to do with pronunciation. I promise you it does not mean anything bad. In fact it is entirely too nice coming from a boy like me. Keeping my image in mind; I would hate to ruin that. So am I this particular person that you find endearing? Even your insults intrigue me and pull me back for more.

Always,
Stasi

	From: soleada	Date: September 1st, 2010 06:20 am (UTC)		(Link)

Dear Stasi,

I believe you. Some day you’ll do amazing things and you won’t be tied to whatever past it was you had. You’re stubborn enough to make it out. And I’d love to show you the tricks of the trade with charcoal, I have a feeling you’re just not being patient enough.

Anastas. Are you calling me dumb? Am I admitting to being involved? I mean it’s pretty obvious that I am but admitting it? Yeah, yeah, I have irresistible lips. :P

I don’t know. That’s what is so maddening about you! I just don’t know! My opinion changes, not even on a day to day basis, it’s movement to movement. So yes, sometimes it could drop from a high place and maybe sometimes it wouldn’t drop very low at all. Does that change your opinion of me? Why am I getting so upset about this?

You’re never going to tell me are you? Well I’m going to keep pestering until you tell me. It’s not like one little nick name is going to send your image crumbling to the ground. Grey got beat up by me a girl and it still didn’t tarnish his image. What’s one little nick name going to do to the infamous Anastas de Kooning?

If you weren’t that person, why would I write back? I’m not a masochist and I’m not that desperate that I would bother with someone I completely hated.

Begrudgingly yours,
Sunny

	From: anastas	Date: September 1st, 2010 06:56 am (UTC)		(Link)

Dear Sunny,

I must begin this letter with an apology. It seems I have hit a nerve. I did not mean to trigger such a passionate response with my conjecture. I would not deign to call you dumb and I genuinely believe you are anything but. I am curious. Are we involved? What exactly are you admitting? Your lips truly are irresistible. As are your other charms.

Your shifting opinion probably has more to do with me than whether or not you can make up your mind. Entire weeks have gone by in which I cannot decide upon the person I want to be. I will freely admit to being a person who cannot maintain much beyond his image. And you have been working so hard to erode that. So no, it does not change my opinion of you.

I will probably tease you with it for another few years. Maybe you will outgrow the nickname by then. I doubt it. It is perfectly suited to you. I am not Gray and I am surprised that his image was not damaged by that lovely creature you beating him up. It is not so much the nickname as the meaning it holds. I have suddenly found myself entirely confounded by this. It would not ruin my image, but it would change many things between us. I am not ready for that. I do not want to be the man that hurts you in the end. You deserve far better than me. I am sure I will survive, but it is more fun to tease you.

I am surprised that you label yourself as such. I would think you would have to be a masochist to enjoy kissing me. I am pleased that you do not completely hate me. I do not completely hate you either.

Always,
Stasi

	From: soleada	Date: September 3rd, 2010 12:48 am (UTC)		(Link)

Dear Stasi,

It breaks my heart hurts to know that’s how you feel. I don’t now what happened in your past and like I said before I will never push you into telling me, but whatever it was, you don’t need to let it dictate how you feel. I just kind of want to hug you and tell you that everything is going to be okay. I hope I can change your mind about this some day. I’m going to compassion the shit out of you the next time I see you... well... as long as you’re not driving me crazy.

Oh. Well now that you explained that I get it. That completely makes sense. I never really paid attention in muggle studies, talking about magnets.

Stasi. You’re more than a punching bag. I don’t want to treat you like that but you have no idea how therapeutic it is to hit someone I’m probably going to continue hitting you... even though I don’t particularly want to.

Anastas you can try all you might but I am a steel fortress of incorruptibility. No cupcakes for you. And to be completely honest I’m not really into playing games like that sir. I don’t usually let people see this side of me, so I guess we’re even.

There’s no question about how much one or both parties enjoy said kissing. I’m just reminding you that this is not all about kissing. I would like to kiss you again too.

Yours,
Sunny

	From: anastas	Date: September 3rd, 2010 12:48 am (UTC)		(Link)

Dear Sunny,

It is good that you will not push, because I will never tell you. Or anyone else. I am this way for many reasons, some of which I have no control over. I see no reason to change. Except that you keep pushing me to do so. I should run in the opposite direction and never look back at you.

Muggle studies is an entirely useless field. I can learn more from experience than what they teach at school.

It will no doubt confuse and please you to learn that I am happy you will continue hitting me. I would rather you take out your aggression on me than on someone who could hurt you in return. Which is about as close as I will come to admitting that I do not want to ever hurt you.

I do not need to corrupt you to get closer to your cupcakes. I cannot wait to break your fortress down. As infuriating as I can be, Sunny Garcia, you are a trial of patience. I did not think I had so much.

I did not think we were solely about kissing. There is always the punching.

Yours,
Stasi

	From: soleada	Date: September 3rd, 2010 12:58 am (UTC)		(Link)

Dear Stasi,

There is so much more to life than pain and passion, there are all the in between moments and if you can’t enjoy those moments it sucks the life right out of you. I really don’t want to see that happen to you anymore. It’s little things.

Muggle studies wasn’t particularly my forte. I agree though, there are certain subjects in which one can learn more on their own.

It does indeed confuse me. Is displaced aggression really healthy though? I could hug you right now for saying that. Too bad you’re in California. Maybe it’s cheating but I kind of had the feeling you wouldn’t hit me back. Goodness knows what he would do.

There is no way Anastas. No friggin way. And if that’s your goal then I hope you have a lot more patience because I’m not budging.

Yes. And the punching. Don’t forget the name calling chamaco And the real conversations.

Yours,
Sunny

	From: anastas	Date: September 3rd, 2010 01:08 am (UTC)		(Link)

Dear Sunny,

I do not feel as though my life is being sucked out of me. What a peculiar way of saying. You will have to show me these little things. Maybe I can change my mind. I still think I should just run away from you. I do not like to feel the things I do when thinking about you.

Displaced aggression is better than bottled aggression. Trust me. This is something I know a good deal about. You can hug me all you like, so long as you leave me with a good bye slap. I do not hit girls. I do not respect the kind of men that do. Though I am not opposed to doing other things which make women uncomfortable.

You will crumble one day. My charms will win you over and at last I will finally be able to enjoy the cupcakes which you have withheld from me for so long. I am more confident of this than anything else we have discussed in our summer correspondence.

Ah the name calling. And the real conversations so long as they stay between you and me.

Yours,
Stasi

	From: soleada	Date: September 3rd, 2010 01:21 am (UTC)		(Link)

Dear Stasi,

I will show you the little things. And you’re going to love it. We’re going to frolic through fields, skip stones, bake cookies, and just enjoy things. I think you’ll change your mind... eventually. Please don’t run away from this.

I will trust you on this one. Bottled aggression is not fun. I’ve hidden it for so long. I’ve never had to worry about it before you. And all the other boys I beat up. But more specifically you. Sounds like a fair enough trade. A hug for a punch. I know you’re not the kind of guy who would hit a lady but there are people out there who would and who would do worse. I know. Oh trust me on this one Anastas, I am all too familiar with this tactic of yours to make ladies feel uncomfortable. You better wipe that smirk off your face. I don’t need to be in Hesperia to know it’s there.

I doubt it. You keep pining away for my cupcakes but it’s not going to happen. But I’ll be damned if you don’t enjoy being a goof for once.

Of course the conversations stay between us. I talk to you about things I can’t don’t talk to anyone else about. You should know that I very much enjoy our conversations though.

Yours,
Sunny

	From: anastas	Date: September 3rd, 2010 01:35 am (UTC)		(Link)

Dear Sunny,

Can you really imagine me doing such silly things? Next thing we will be having tea parties and blowing bubbles. You may want to start even littler.

I must be a catalyst. You know me far too well to see my smirk without being here. I thought my smirk was one of those things that endeared me to you. If not I must refresh this tactic. I can only imagine the shock, horror, amusement, and endearment that has passed over your face while reading my letters.

What about my cupcakes? Do you not have a desire to enjoy them? I cannot allow you to enjoy my buffet if you cannot reciprocate. I probably could. If you wanted.

I have begun to wonder why it is so easy to share these things with you when I could not speak much beyond taunting while we kissed. I have begun to worry that I will be tongue tied again when we meet in person. And not simply because I intend to have my tongue literally tied up with yours. I did not expect to learn so much from a simple letter. Several now, actually.

Yours,
Stasi

	From: soleada	Date: September 3rd, 2010 06:05 am (UTC)		(Link)

Dear Stasi,

I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. It’s not like you repulse me to the point of me not wanting anything to do with you. I mean, I kiss you, and I have written back to you and anxiously awaited the return letter every time. I’m digging myself a bigger hole aren’t I? Is there anything I can do say to make it better?

I would write you an entire letters worth of grumpy fat kitty boys if you want. Belly scritches are like tickles for grumpy fat kitty boys. You want me to give you belly scritches? I still don’t get it. Is that supposed to mean something else?

I’ve never met anyone like you before Stasi, I think it will take me a while longer to get used to how weird we are. I will agree to how exciting it is though.

Thanks, I think it will really help to have someone giving me extra lessons. New Orleans and cooler in the same sentence? I never thought that was possible, but then again I’ve never been to California. The offer still stands if you want to come home with me for a few days during winter break. It’s not the same I’m sure, but NYC does get a proper winter.

Yours,
Sunny

	From: anastas	Date: September 3rd, 2010 06:21 am (UTC)		(Link)

Dear Sunny,

I accept your apology. I do not know why I had such a strong reaction to such a simple word. You acquitted yourself well. There is nothing you need do to make it better.

I believe a letter of grumpy fat kitty boys would be entirely nonsensical. I am beginning to feel as though you keep writing this so that I will write it back. I can see the amusement you get from hearing my voice in your head saying those words together. As for belly scritches, they are what they are. Whatever we want them to be.

I have never met anyone quite like you either. I mean it as a compliment in the highest sense.

The desert has been over 43 degrees a few times since I have lived there. This summer has been hotter than ever, though it is much drier too. The heat is not so oppressive when it is without humidity. I intend to take you up on this offer. I will greatly enjoy any amount of winter you can offer me in New York City.

Yours,
Stasi

	From: soleada	Date: September 3rd, 2010 06:31 am (UTC)		(Link)

Dear Stasi,

Who wants to hear their girlfr the girl they’ve been kissing call them repulsive? I can understand why you had such a reaction. I never meant for that.

I would be lying if I said I didn’t giggle ever time I thought of you saying grumpy fat kitty boy or scritches. It has been incredibly amusing. I hope you’ll let me hear it at least once when we get back to school. I could listen to you talk for hours. You’re voice is kind of amazing. Well alright, we’ll leave belly scritches at that for now.

I meant it as a compliment as well.

Forty three degrees? Whaaaaaaaaat? Oh! Wait! Are you talking about Celsius? Summer has been hit or miss with the heat in NYC. There have been some incredibly humid days and some very cold days. Mexico was really hot while I was there, during the day it was at least 100 Fahrenheit. Good. I really think you’re going to love it.

Yours,
Sunny

	From: anastas	Date: September 3rd, 2010 06:42 am (UTC)		(Link)

Dear Sunny,

I do perhaps earn the comment at times. I hate that you make me want to stop earning it. Why do you make me want to be better? So it was perhaps simply misplaced in time.

I will whisper grumpy fat kitty boy loves his scritches to you as often as you like, but I will not say it in a regular speaking tone. No one but you can hear me say such ridiculous things. I will even translate it to Russian.

Yes, I meant Celsius. I make the adjustment in my head for temperature. Metric is one thing I did not convert when I moved to America. The desert gets over 110 degrees Farenheit in the summer. In Russia it was never so hot, excepting of course this summer. Winter days were long, dark, and cold. I did not mind it. Perhaps it is weird to miss it. I think I will love your New York.

Always,
Stasi

	From: soleada	Date: September 3rd, 2010 06:48 am (UTC)		(Link)

Dear Stasi,

Perhaps, but you’ve done a good deal to change my mind about how often you earn it.

I would love appreciate that. I like that I get to hear you say silly things. I feel like you’re letting me in in some small way. Really? Do they have a Russian word for scritches? Either way, I would love to hear you say it.

That’s ridiculous. It should never be that warm anywhere. I don’t know how anyone can survive that. It’s not so weird to miss, it’s what you grew up knowing. It was your home. I think it’s completely natural to miss it. I miss begrudgingly trudging through the snow mounds to get to school sometimes being in NOLA but I would never say that if I lived in NYC all the time. I think you will love my New York as well. Except I don’t think you will like sharing a room with Camilo, he has stinky feet and snores.

Yours,
Sunny

	From: anastas	Date: September 3rd, 2010 07:03 am (UTC)		(Link)

Dear Sunny,

It is not an actual word in Russian. There is a word in close proximity, similar enough that it will work. You just like the sound of my accent. Admit it.

I manage in the heat. Sometimes it is easier to slip into animagus form and sit on a rock in the backyard. We have not bothered to grow grass in three years. Valentin used to keep it green, but when he left no one else cared for the lawn. I miss the long nights and the cold wind of Russia. I will not live in Hesperia when I leave school. I do not know where I will go. But I will not go back there.

I have to finish packing my bags. I am truly not ready to return to school. Though I will get to see you again. And I will be away from Kostya. I will have a single this year; there is a reason to celebrate. Lorelai and I can stretch out. Perhaps you could visit.

Yours,
Stasi