"Well what do you know," Mel murmured over the letter, while absent-mindedly stirring a small pile of rings with her claw. "I can't remember being so happy about being proven wrong."
"Any good mail?"
Mel flinched, the motion partially genuine and partly as a cover to shove the piece of parchment to the other side of her desk. "Deities, Janice, you know I hate when you talk right into my ear."
A flutter of wings, and the Fae found a new perch, closer to the end of Melinda's antler. "Sorry. So, did we get any good mail?"
Mel shrugged, holding up a sheaf of papers for Janice's inspection. The one she had been reading just before Janice's entrance remained crumpled on the edge of the desk, hopefully unnoticed by her partner. "Not really. A few ads, requests for charity donations, a concert flyer- oh, there's a letter from someone named Abner who claims you defrauded them."
Janice snorted. "He defrauded me!"
"The letter looks pretty legal-"
"Abner doesn't have enough money to do anything legal. Besides," and here she leaned in, placing a light kiss on her partner’s cheek. "you can kick that fool's ass any day."
"You're so sweet."
"Of course I'm sweet. That's why you love me, isn't it?"
"Sure it is." A thought struck Mel and she picked up one of the rings, which had scattered all over her desk by this point. "Here."
"Huh- hey!" Janice staggered a bit, wrapping her tail around the antler for support as she suddenly found her arms full of an Imperial-sized wedding ring. "What was that for!?" She swayed, trying to get a better grip on the ring and a better balance on her perch. "Is this a proposal or something? You sure got a funny way of doing it."
The laugh faded, as a realization dawned in her eyes. "Mel, are you actually proposing to me? Mel, holy shit!
"Mel, YES!"
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@flightdescending Thank you for the Santaclaws gift and the letter! I’ve actually had this written out for almost a week and a half but really wanted to add a drawing. I never really got around to doing that but I guess a messy sketch fits about as well.
