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 )

sixteen truffula stumps

[shortishandbossy]

[Dictated casually into the journal, with a few thumps and bumps in the background]

A new year already, huh? Can be a good or a bad thing, depending on how you look at it. On one hand, you're gonna get a little bit older, but on the other you get a pretty clean slate.  

It's kind of funny how you all on Earth celebrate the planet moving all the way around the sun. [coming from a creature whose homeworld celebrates Christmas by singing around a giant tree]