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 Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2017 9:20 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2017 12:37 pm
Quote: My dearest Kiera, the moon that which outshines even the brightest star, I cannot keep myself from writing any longer to you dearest, I have not seen you in far too long, yet by looking at the days it was seemingly recent.
Such short time has passed since we parted, and already it is as though I had been eight years, although I can avow that not one hour has passed without your memory which has become such a close companion to my thoughts that now more than ever is it the food and sustenance of my soul; and if it should endure like this a few days more, as seems it must, I truly believe it will in every way have assumed the office of my soul, and I shall then live and thrive on the memory of you as do other men upon their souls, and I shall have no life but in this single thought.
Often I find myself recalling, and with what ease, certain words spoken to me. I shall always look upon so gladly, with all the many endearing and gracious acts I have seen my gentle lady perform–for all are dancing about my heart with a tenderness so wondrous that they inflame me with a strong desire to beg you to test the quality of my love.
For I shall never rest content until I am certain you knows what you are able to enact in me and how great and strong is the fire that your great worth has kindled in my breast. The flame of true love is a mighty force, and most of all when two equally matched wills in two exalted minds contend to see which loves the most, each striving to give yet more vital proof…
It would be the greatest delight for me to see just two lines in your hand, yet I dare not ask so much.
Your grace is ever in my heart,
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2017 10:27 am
Abrus placed the letter carefully into the mailbox. He had scented it with the finest apple-wood scent, and the nightmare had considered sealing it in wax, with a wax heart, or maybe a hoof print. He would have to do that to the next one, this one was itching to be out of Abrus's hands and on its way to his lovely kirin lady's place of residence. The kirin gave the letter one more look over, kissed it, and put it into the mailbox. It was on its way now, and so was his heart with it, forever at the mercy of the lovely lady it was intended for.
As soon as Abrus was home he looked up and ordered a wax stamping set. One with a hoof, one with a heart. Both regal symbols in the kirin's opinion. Abrus spent a long time picking out another sheet of unblemished parchment, the good kind made from real trees, not any of this printer paper stuff that was just everywhere. He wanted it to feel real and textured in his love's hands when she held it.
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