Nana Mail: Wesley deGrey

[Theadora deGrey]

Dearest Wesley deGrey ,

I have no idea if this will find you in Tresteria for Yule. If it doesn't, then you can just read it when you do return home. Wesley...Your avoiding Nana, and Nana does not like to be avoided! When will this seafaring dance we've been doing for the last several years cease, and you'll take time out of a day from that company of yours and come visit your Nana! Between Dani and you, and I should see two more than the others with the amount of traveling we all do. Surely we can all find some time to meet up for a few hours or something. Do not make me hunt you down in the middle of the ocean Wesley Theadore. I. Will. Find. You.

I will save you more lecturing when I can finally see you in person. Consider this your warning as to what's to come. I hope you're healthy and Elliot is keeping you in line. I haven't received word that your dead or ended up in jail yet, so I shall consider that everything is going swimmingly. Pun intended. How are you doing my dearest? What new adventures of Yule or the sea do you have to tell me this time? Are you still a bachelor? Do you still have it in your head you shouldn't marry because of your lifestyle? You know, you could try it at least once, to see if you like married life or not. If it doesn't work out, oh well. Do what Declan and Dani did, and divorce. Nana won't judge you for not wanting to be in a miserable relationship. Speaking of which, why is Willam still with that wretched Magenta? I expected you of all people Wesley deGrey to tell her where she could stick her no-good greedy fingers, as I can not. Thank your mother for me again will you? None the less, if she hasn't changed, then it will be a toss-up between me or you who finally knocks some sense into our William.

I do hope your being careful, wherever your vagabond soul is taking you. I trust you completely to not be so stupid as to go and die on us like your father did. Not saying Arden's death was stupid. It was quite tragic, but I also hope it makes you more careful. The sea is a beautiful magical place my dear, but it can also be dangerous and unmerciful. It doesn't pick sides. Just...be careful. Please.

You don't have a foreign mistress your not telling us about are you? It that why you're constantly sailing, so you can be with your siren? Well tell her to share and visit home more often. And your Nana, when you can. I know communication is hard out here.

I've attached a small parcel to this letter with your Yule presents. In the event you are home for Yule, I've also attached my forwarding address. I plan on being here for a few months before I make my return to tresteria in the summer. If you're out in the area between now and then....reread the first paragraph.

Fondly thinking of you my grandchild, and wishing you safe travels,
Nana deGrey

[In the small parcel you will find a fine whiskey, as well as a rolled-up map with a what looks like a giant circle with "Nana is here." With a giant arrow pointing to a dot. There is also a small silver spyglass with "Eyes wide open" engraved on it. Lastly, you will find a dark blue knitted sweater with "WES" in silver lettering on it.]

[Wesley deGrey]

To the best woman alive,

Don't tell my mother I wrote that.

Indeed, your letter came just in time for Yule! It arrived a few days ago and it is on Yule that I'm writing back to you. I think. I'm fairly certain it is the holiday still. Right? Oh, you wouldn't know.

Thank you for the gifts. I'm already halfway through that bottle of whiskey and love the spyglass. I see your cheeky map, Nana, and I shall find you if I can, but I'm a working man, you know. As far as the sweater is concerned...you know I will not wear it in public. You can't make me. I won't do it. Okay, thanks.

Why is it always jail? You know, I'm a fine person, grandmother. I think I've got some okay qualities. A little rough around the edges, but I'm a catch, right? You can lie to me right now, that's fine. Actually, please lie. I'm already near the end of this bottle so I don't think I can bear any further disappointments or rejections...because you want to hear something funny, Nana? Yes, it's bloody hilarious. I'm currently laughing about it right now and not on the verge of angry tears, oh no. Yes, anger...grr...and all that.

And I ask you, friend, what's a fella to dooo...'cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue!

Wait, fuck. No, they're brown. This chocolate brown that becomes a molten gold when the sun hits them...

Apparently I'm still a bachelor but not for lack of trying, I assure you. There was this woman, I poured my heart out to her, asked her to just sail away with me...and GUESS WHAT? She said no. She said she couldn't. The kicker is, she can't even tell me WHY. And THIS, dearest grandmother, is why it's a bad idea to love. Why it makes no sense. Why I just need to stay out on the open sea and not think about it.

Come to think of it, I'm going to nag Elliot to leave tomorrow. For anywhere, I don't care. There's always work to do. I can't be here.

Her eyes, they shone like diamonds...I thought her the queen of the land. And her hair, it hung over her shoulder, tied up with a black velvet band.

...betrayed by the black velvet band.

Who the fuck is Magenta?

 

Love, your self proclaimed favorite grandson,
Wesley

[Theadora deGrey]

Wesley,

You can expect the follow-up letter later, however, this is far more important.

Wipe your tears my boy, keep your head up high, and remember Nana loves you.

Nana is coming for the bitch, and I'll have my good cane.

See you soon,

Nana deGrey.

PS. You know damn well who Mabel is.

[Theadora deGrey]

My dearest Wesley,

In reference to my last letter to you, here is the bulk of what I didn’t say. I feel as if the other one was far more important to try and lift your spirits. As it were, I hope you aren’t through half a bottle of fine Teronna whisky when you write me back. I don’t know when you’ll receive this, but when you do, I hope your heart is a little more healed, and the sting of that black velvet band’s mark isn’t as intense.

Preach about my sweaters all you want boy, I’ll get you in that sweater along with the rest of the family one of these days. Or would you prefer to see me weep over my unappreciative grandson, and how he broke his poor Nana’s heart by refusing to wear the fruits of her labor? Self-proclaimed favorite Grandson, you say? You’ll have to up your game Wesley. Triston loved my sweater so much, he asked for six more! A sweater for every day of the week!

You’re my grandson, Wesley. Jail will always be the first thought that enters my mind, or anyone else’s mind when it comes to us two. I know perfectly well what your qualities are, and that impulsive stupidity will land you in hot water, just as it’s landed me in hot water many more times than I should like to count. Do you want your grandmother to be labeled a Liar? No, I won’t lie to you. You’re a rare breed of man Wes. Not every woman is going to be able to tame that unbridled chaos you possess.

With that being said, whatever woman is dumb enough to resist your charm, and reject that heart of gold you possess, is one of the biggest dumbasses to ever live. Whatever reasons she might have had in rejecting you, clearly she doesn’t see your worth. And you, my Wesley, are worth more than all the stars that shine over the seas. Don’t give up on love quite yet. There will always be roadblocks, and those loves that hurt more than others. But it will come again someday when you least expect it, and when it does, you’ll be with the one you were meant to be with.

Call me senile all you want, I swear by it. I hope you’re prepared for my return, as once I do, you and me will hunt this woman down that’s wronged you, and I’m going to give her the biggest earful known to man, that outranks Drew cutting my rose bushes.

Keep your head held high.

Love always,
Nana deGrey.

Ps. You know damn well who the fuck Magenta is, but you must know, talk to Triston. He knows my thoughts rather well on that gorgon.