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Dear Miss Cellar/Mrs. Theo,
(My sincerest apologies, I am not certain how young married ladies wish to be addressed in this time.)
My name is Harry D.S. Goodsir, and I have recently made an acquaintance of your beloved, Mr. Theo. He has spoken Most Highly of you.
I hope you do not find it terribly forward of me, but I did wish to introduce myself. Theo seems rather intent on introducing me to much of modern life here, and I felt it would be exceedingly rude to treat you as a complete stranger.
I do hope to properly meet you when circumstances permit.
Sincerely,
Harry Goodsir
(My sincerest apologies, I am not certain how young married ladies wish to be addressed in this time.)
My name is Harry D.S. Goodsir, and I have recently made an acquaintance of your beloved, Mr. Theo. He has spoken Most Highly of you.
I hope you do not find it terribly forward of me, but I did wish to introduce myself. Theo seems rather intent on introducing me to much of modern life here, and I felt it would be exceedingly rude to treat you as a complete stranger.
I do hope to properly meet you when circumstances permit.
Sincerely,
Harry Goodsir
[no message. only a photo of what can only be the communion wine with its unlabeled bottle in saber's hand, propped on his upper thigh and incredibly close to his crotch.]
[ the afternoon following prom night: ]
I’d like to extend my congratulations on your win last night.
And admit to a budding curiosity about the nature of your abilities, as your most humble runner-up.
I’d like to extend my congratulations on your win last night.
And admit to a budding curiosity about the nature of your abilities, as your most humble runner-up.
I voted for you, miss coolest powers.
[Theo's found his way to their bed for recovery and taken some time to do just that - recuperate lost energy, sleep off the stress and curl against his lover up until this moment now where he's still lounging in bed and she's elsewhere. Getting food, kicking ass, feeding the cat- doesn't matter, what does is that he's finally on his phone again and typing:]
hey bb
hey bb
[ Unknown number? No problem. Have a selfie of her at the lake, whole scenery behind her as she poses in a black bikini with a V-sign and a wink. She might be sending this to a stranger, a forgotten hookup, a stalker, who cares — Mila's in a good mood so she decided it's someone's lucky day. ]
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