xlviii λ dirty letters

[assassino]

[Written:]

When we were in Stepford, I took a woman to bed and she disappeared. And this was no woman slinking from bed before morning! She truly vanished entirely into thin air. I was terribly confused then, just as I am now, and it is frustrating to think about even now –– she was a really beautiful woman! Setting aside the, ah… disappointment of losing such a fine lover, I enjoyed her company as well, and I take no pleasure in absence.

To think Paradisa would send someone home in the midst of a romp! I suppose men now have an excuse for finishing before their lovers, fearing they will be finishing alone otherwise.

I do not write often enough. I will try harder in the new year, hmm?

E. A.


----- Cassandra ----

[Dictated:]

Have you been as busy as I have, this holiday?

You should come riding with me.

Comments

Ezio

[hellofist]

Not too busy, for that.

[There's still a lot of snow though, Ezio. Didn't they talk about that?]

Should I meet you?

Cassandra

[assassino]

[That's why they will ride in the city, where snow is more cleared :') Ezio chuckles.]

Yes, please. Dress warmly and I meet you at your place.

Ezio

[hellofist]

Alright. Will be waiting, then.

[And she will be, up on the roof just like the last time she waited for him to show up. She can see better from up there, after all.]

[putuporshutup]

So am I supposed to blame you for South disappearing on us?

[She lets out a low whistle.]

That bad, huh?

[assassino]

You may.

Are you feeling terrible as well?

[putuporshutup]

Can't say I'm hurting in that department, but she certainly was a good time. Damn shame.

[She's actually more than a little bummed to hear that South might be gone, but she won't let on.]

I was asking if you were that bad, but that bit about men having an excuse to finish first kinda answers the question, I guess.

[secondchances]

The weirdest post of the new year goes to... E.A.

[Judging.]

[assassino]

It is certainly strange!

[secondchances]

You're certainly strange.

[focusrighthere]

Didn't really need to share this.

[assassino]

To think my letter goes unappreciated, even when I have gone to the effort to warn the residents about the danger the castle poses to lovers. Don't be bitter, old man, just because you are too far gone to enjoy women.

[focusrighthere]

[He is far too mature to take that bait, but he is frowning in real time.]

Uh huh. We already know the castle does whatever the hell it wants.

Ezio ; written

[molotov]

[Something about this miffs Molotov. She knows that she slept with Brock during Stepford, but she was open about it, and he's also her real husband! Ezio was creeping around behind her back while he was supposed to be her husband? He couldn't even make it a week?

Molotov scribbles out the filter before writing anything else. In fact, she stares at the page for a while, a choice ass-chewing forming in her head, but then she just puts pen to paper to write (with a sense of unhappiness that might actually be palpable).]

Good for you.

Molotov

[assassino]

[Just the filter alone tells him that she's upset, let alone the curt message.]

Oh, don't be cross, dolcezza. You were sleeping with the milkman, so you cannot judge.

Ezio

[molotov]

We were not sneaking around behind your back.

[samson]

You are such a nerd.

[assassino]

I do not know what that is, but I will assume it is flattering.

[samson]

Sure. Go tell all your friends they're nerds, it's a real good compliment.

[molotov]

[Brock, your wife is now cuddling up to you, visibly upset. This is probably Ezio's fault.]

Dictated

[the_effect_she_has]

I'm pretty sure this says more about you personally than anything else...

[All the amusement. Ever.]

Dictated

[assassino]

[So playful:]

Dearest Katniss, are you suggesting that I send women home?

[originalcopy]

Maybe you just weren't that good... bummer.

[assassino]

If I wasn't good, she wouldn't be on my cock for the past year.

written;

[dgaf]

[ In a scrawly handwriting: ]

That is a pathetic excuse.

written;

[assassino]

It is, I agree wholeheartedly.