#letters recieved

[shewrittheewithlove]

@fiendishfinesse sent a Letter:

Everything has a price. The price, however, isn't always money.

There was a rage that simmered just under the surface, and she was certain that the cambion before her knew it. It seemed that he took the greatest of pleasures in reminding her of her foolishness.

Even if it hadn't been foolish at the time.

the offer had been far too tempting, save all that she loved in exchange for something. It had been foolish, but she didn't want other to suffer. It must have been her desperation, or even uniqueness, that had been the draw.

"You still have yet to name your price. What is it you want? My scrubbing the floors for all eternity? serving at your every whim? To try and kill an enemy? What the Hells do you want from me?"

[shewrittheewithlove]

@realmyths sent a Letter:

You make it hard to look away. ~Alanna for Cairistiona

Her meeting Alanna had been interesting. But she was sweet and Cairi was happy to sign her up for one of beginner hip hop dance classes. It was always enjoyable to have a new face in the class. But now that the class was over, and some of the students started leaving, she went up to the mirror and started spotting herself while stretching. 

There was a few things she wanted to do before she left, and she needed to make sure she was extra loose so she didn't pull a muscle. She had just been finishing a stretch that held one leg a little farther open than a split over her head when she heard a familiar voice. Turning her head she saw Alanna watching from the entryway of the room.

Offering a smile and wave she felt the faintest smile cover her face. "You're here late." With a shift the switched legs to her left was above her head. "And what are you looking at Alanna?"

[shewrittheewithlove]

@fiendishfinesse sent a Letter:

Everything has a price. The price, however, isn't always money.

This was not the turn event she had expected her life to take, but she had come to accept it for what it was. A deal with the devil was not one someone could easily breaking . Not until the price was paid. The hand on her throat reminded her of that. It was deceptively, gentle, but the intention behind it was clear. 

“I know Raphael.” Her voice was soft, holding the faintest amount of what sounded like amusement. With great care she turned and rested a hand gently along his torso. “I feel I made it clear it was a price I was more than willing to pay to escape my own hell.”

[shewrittheewithlove]

@nytehavyn-circle sent a Letter:

"I like it when you smile..."

Smile? When was the last time she did that and it actually reached her eyes? Maybe it was a sad smile that he saw?

Glancing over she saw a man with the camera and couldn't help but caulk a brows slightly had tipped ever so slightly to the side. " You must have caught me daydreaming then."

Her voice was soft, lilting in tone. And after a moment she turned back to look out over the water. She would never get tired of the view of the ocean before her. It was captivating.

"You must be here to take in the sites. If you hurry you might just catch this fish and chip shop up the road before they close."

[shewrittheewithlove]

@nytehavyn-circle sent a Letter:

☆ Put this star into the inbox of your favourite blogs. It’s time to spread positivity ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡ ☆☆☆

No You!!!! If I'd seen this last night I'd have totally responded TT_TT

[shewrittheewithlove]

@stardstschlar sent a Letter:

xiv  , helping them zip up a dress or jacket from behind and pausing to press a kiss to the back of their neck / to Ark!

She hadn't expected his hands at the back of her dress to replace her own as she was getting ready for the day.

But him just silently doing so made her heart sing. Light glittered under her skin, and her riot of red curls were quickly pulled over her right shoulder to keep her hair away from the zipper.

She was just about to turn to say thank you when she felt the softest of kisses against her neck.

Blue eyes widened and she felt a flush cross her cheeks. It was odd. She was older than she could put a number two but still the smallest things made her heart flutter.

While he wasn't a man of many words, his actions spoke when his voice could not.

And that was something she adored more than she could ever say.

[shewrittheewithlove]

@thxchosen sent a Letter:

❛ do you mind if i join you for a bit ? ❜

Lavender hadn't been in Hell's Kitchen for more than a couple weeks. It was a rather interesting experience. Her mutation she garnered some attention here and there, but it was easy enough to brush it off. However she sat on a bench just trying to catch her breath in a matter of speaking she heard a voice off to the side.

Glancing up, she saw a man with sunglasses and a white cane. She recognized immediately to tell that he was blind. Shifting over a bit to the right she gave him more of an opening before speaking. "Of course! Feel free to sit down."

Well logically she knew he had to understand how navigate his world, she was still paranoid and looked for anything that could possibly trip him up. Thankfully there was nothing for her to worry about. "I could always go for some company."

[shewrittheewithlove]

@inmemcrum sent a Letter:

Guy is tired.

The ravenette steps through the halls, footsteps echoing off of the walls. His frustrations ran high from the days events, a headache beginning to form between his eyes. His hand raises to pinch the bridge of his nose, a sigh leaving him while he steps into the shared room he has with Cairi - unsuspecting of his lover.

The time they had spent in Locksley was just what she'd wanted. She was already dressed for bed, cuddled up in bed with one of her needlework's in hand. Few things that she actually enjoyed as a lady. The cross stitch was repetitive and calming. Her husband had been busy most of the day, so she was looking forward to him joining her for their evening rituals. 

As soon as she heard their door open she looked up with a smile, only to have it replaced with a worried frown. Setting her needlework aside, she got up and rushed the door before ushering him in to sit on their bed. Once he was seated, she perched herself carefully perched in his lap and tucked up against his front. Her lips pressing softly to his temple and hair brushing gently through his hair. She didn't want to risk aggravating whatever it was that was bothering him, so she just hummed a soft melody instead.