Fumbles and barely, barely catches the damned thing, pointedly ignoring Wallace’s barely, barely lifted eyebrows, and returning at once to her message. ]
Why, Katrina! I never thought
’Come’ indeed, oh, who’s ‘ha ha’ing now, very clever!!
[ … ]
Katrina, my dear, what is your husband to DO without recourse to his ‘ha ha’s? You must know that it’s a mainstay of his expression!
(Hm, perhaps… Perhaps, if my wife is hellbent on speaking such honeyed words of her own, if she persists in speaking of her husband’s [ … ] less repulsive qualities, he’ll learn to lean less on those modes of self-mockery.
Perhaps! Regarding this matter, I can offer you no promises!)
I’m happy to report - and you may be surprised to hear - that the Deforest Scarlett experience is alien to me. Not to say he hasn’t attempted to ingratiate himself, or that I never considered itFuck’s sake, that also isn’t anything you need to be told right nowFuck’s SAKE To hear him speak, he might run through an entire county and still hold get-up-and-go to spare.
Still, the man IS fond of spinning his own gossip, and whether he can truly manage five occasions - and that when his partner is miles distant from the room! - is a question one might hotly contest!
Five times! Five times indeed, you inveterate minx!
Skilled enchantress. I do adore you.
And how pleased I am to find myself capable of lending light to a dreary home. Or, no, I say ‘pleased,’ when what I mean tends closer to ‘grateful’ or ‘honored.’
Both, I think.
[ … ]
Do you know, Dearest? I [ … ] believewonder whether believe our home needn’t ever be dreary again. What do you think? If we take care never to be parted. If we keep close watch over one another’s hearts?
The sky’s blue never struck me as remarkable before I met your eyes. Now it holds me captive; now I would brave the beating sun to bear witness to that blue.
How many other colors will you deepen for me? How rich will the world turn around you? You, mijn vrouw, are a wonder, and yes, of course, you may expect kisses to follow my every word when we’ve been reunited.
Saturday, my Dearest, Saturday. We must endure until then!
[ He might be smirking while he types that last line. A little. (Smirking with a hint of honest joy. Smirking without acerbity, or any measure of ill will. Soon, oh soon, e’ll see her! (And he hopes. (Tries not to anticipate. Tries not to worry.) He hopes Katrina will be pleased.)) ]
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Fumbles and barely, barely catches the damned thing, pointedly ignoring Wallace’s barely, barely lifted eyebrows, and returning at once to her message. ]
Why, Katrina! I never thought’Come’ indeed, oh, who’s ‘ha ha’ing now, very clever!![ … ]
Katrina, my dear, what is your husband to DO without recourse to his ‘ha ha’s? You must know that it’s a mainstay of his expression!
(Hm, perhaps… Perhaps, if my wife is hellbent on speaking such honeyed words of her own, if she persists in speaking of her husband’s [ … ] less repulsive qualities, he’ll learn to lean less on those modes of self-mockery.
Perhaps! Regarding this matter, I can offer you no promises!)
I’m happy to report - and you may be surprised to hear - that the Deforest Scarlett experience is alien to me.
Not to say he hasn’t attempted to ingratiate himself, or that I never considered itFuck’s sake, that also isn’t anything you need to be told right nowFuck’s SAKETo hear him speak, he might run through an entire county and still hold get-up-and-go to spare.Still, the man IS fond of spinning his own gossip, and whether he can truly manage five occasions - and that when his partner is miles distant from the room! - is a question one might hotly contest!
Five times! Five times indeed, you inveterate minx!
Skilled enchantress. I do adore you.
And how pleased I am to find myself capable of lending light to a dreary home. Or, no, I say ‘pleased,’ when what I mean tends closer to ‘grateful’ or ‘honored.’
Both, I think.
[ … ]
Do you know, Dearest? I [ … ]
believewonder whetherbelieve our home needn’t ever be dreary again. What do you think? If we take care never to be parted. If we keep close watch over one another’s hearts?The sky’s blue never struck me as remarkable before I met your eyes. Now it holds me captive; now I would brave the beating sun to bear witness to that blue.
How many other colors will you deepen for me? How rich will the world turn around you? You, mijn vrouw, are a wonder, and yes, of course, you may expect kisses to follow my every word when we’ve been reunited.
Saturday, my Dearest, Saturday. We must endure until then!
[ He might be smirking while he types that last line. A little. (Smirking with a hint of honest joy. Smirking without acerbity, or any measure of ill will. Soon, oh soon, e’ll see her! (And he hopes. (Tries not to anticipate. Tries not to worry.) He hopes Katrina will be pleased.)) ]