Hello!!!! I'd like to request a romantic letter from Jack Skellington (Nightmare Before Christmas) for @violetsees ! Jack is such a gentleman canonically, he's super kind and loving, and if you could have him refer to them as "my dear" or "my little witch" in the letter too that would be great! Thank you in advance (-@ashers-selfships, didn't want to use my main) (also hi lele when you see this :3)
**Though Halloween has come and gone, a wicked shadow crosses the moon and a sour breeze carries the sound of the horrible, haunting paws approaching...With a howl and a "woof!!", they announce your delivery! There are cobwebs clinging to the envelope, and a grinning pumpkin sealing the paper.** @violetsees
Ah, what a deliciously bewildering sensation this is! To feel one’s bones tremble — not with fright, but with feeling! I, Jack Skellington, the Pumpkin King himself, master of all things eerie and sublime… have been utterly undone by you.
You, my little witch, whose eyes gleam brighter than the harvest moon! You, whose laughter could make even the most dreadful of ghosts pause mid-wail to listen! My dear, my darling, my shrieking love! You’ve turned my world upside down and I, who once relished the macabre and the morbid, now find myself dreaming of warmth, of wonder…I am a monster to my passions, this you know well. And as Halloween passes, I find my obsession returns, as it shall always, to you!
When I first met you, I thought it curiosity, a passing spark in the long, dark night. But no! It was a deep fire like that beneath a stake, glorious and unstoppable! You’ve painted my world in colors I never knew existed. Where once I saw only shades of black and orange, I now see gold, crimson, and starlight — all because of your smile.
Oh, how I long to see you again! To take your hand and lead you through Halloween Town’s crooked streets while the pumpkins grin and the skeletons waltz. I’d show you every spire and shadow, every secret I’ve kept tucked away like a precious spell. And there, beneath the silvery gaze of the moon, I would whisper what even a Pumpkin King can scarcely confess — that my heart, metaphorical as it is, beats for you.
Yes, my love, you are my haunting melody, my most perfect nightmare, my joy in the night! Halloween may belong to me, but I belong to you.
Eternally yours, whom even death shall not part