[ She hasn't smiled this much in years. Lifetimes, it seems. Her thumb strokes the screen of the phone - pitiable replacement though it is for him. For his hand. For his cheek, caressed so tenderly. (And Saturday feels so far away, and farther with each promise of a kiss.) (An excess of kisses!) ]
'Ha ha' he writes, as though he doubts himself desirable. As though he is unaware! Though not to the tastes of everyone, it's true, he has much to offer. Not only a fortune ('ha ha'), but irreproachable tenderness. And is he unaware of his eyes, and their allure when he finds ease? I cannot attest to his kisses, but I know what wonders his mouth may work: words from a honeyed tongue, hm? Surely kisses must follow in kind.
Mijn liefste, I will not allow you to stifle the man who has been my light in dark places. No more 'ha ha's then, for I do not think you worthy of mockery, and find no amusement in your 'vanity'. Everyone will suffer in longing, or live in ignorance.
As to the matter of my occupation: I have been about my errands that were sorely neglected while I was in residence of your study. I have even deigned to speak a word or two of neighborly pleasantry with old Meneer Van Ripper, and young Ingrid, off sparking with a boy whose name will not matter in the least by Tuesday next. I was the picture of charm and grace, and I am certain you will be proud to call me 'wife' when you hear that I have been both industrious and social - contrary to my manner of the past, oh, five years. Indeed, there are many who will credit to you the abrupt shift in my countenance from mournful to damnably cheerful - and rightly! Oh, rightly.
I believe I am happy, Dearest.
Now, however, I am home, and having found the house terribly empty, I am enjoying the air from our porch. The sky is overcast today, and all seems leeched of color, but I don't mind in the least. All the shining brilliance of the world is here in my hands.
[...]
Well. All the shining brilliance, and talk of Deforest Scarlett's limp denigrations.
I wonder; is his virility unparalleled because all others exceed it?
Yours does. Five is a rather impressive number when it comes to...Coming to. (...Ha ha?)
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'Ha ha' he writes, as though he doubts himself desirable. As though he is unaware! Though not to the tastes of everyone, it's true, he has much to offer. Not only a fortune ('ha ha'), but irreproachable tenderness. And is he unaware of his eyes, and their allure when he finds ease? I cannot attest to his kisses, but I know what wonders his mouth may work: words from a honeyed tongue, hm? Surely kisses must follow in kind.
Mijn liefste, I will not allow you to stifle the man who has been my light in dark places. No more 'ha ha's then, for I do not think you worthy of mockery, and find no amusement in your 'vanity'. Everyone will suffer in longing, or live in ignorance.
As to the matter of my occupation: I have been about my errands that were sorely neglected while I was in residence of your study. I have even deigned to speak a word or two of neighborly pleasantry with old Meneer Van Ripper, and young Ingrid, off sparking with a boy whose name will not matter in the least by Tuesday next. I was the picture of charm and grace, and I am certain you will be proud to call me 'wife' when you hear that I have been both industrious and social - contrary to my manner of the past, oh, five years. Indeed, there are many who will credit to you the abrupt shift in my countenance from mournful to damnably cheerful - and rightly! Oh, rightly.
I believe I am happy, Dearest.
Now, however, I am home, and having found the house terribly empty, I am enjoying the air from our porch. The sky is overcast today, and all seems leeched of color, but I don't mind in the least. All the shining brilliance of the world is here in my hands.
[...]
Well. All the shining brilliance, and talk of Deforest Scarlett's limp denigrations.
I wonder; is his virility unparalleled because all others exceed it?
Yours does. Five is a rather impressive number when it comes to...Coming to. (...Ha ha?)