Post by Muse on Jun 1, 2013 22:16:46 GMT 10
Title: Dear Alanna,
Rating: PG
Word Count: 337
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 3A
Summary: Jon writes Alanna a letter.
Dear Alanna,
You are surely the epitome of womanly graces, for who among the Court apart from your brilliant self is so well spoken on so many topics?
(Why am I receiving reports of you insulting Irenroha? Should I be concerned?)
Your stature is one of lovely proportions, regardless of whispers that are certainly not mine or Gary’s about the diminutive nature of said proportions. For surely, from a distance, do we not all appear as lesser versions of ourselves?
Personally, I cannot fathom how one cannot become quickly enamored of your height. I know that I have made great use of your shoulders as resting locations for my elbows, and your head as a temporary desk for my paperwork. Your stature is so useful, for it is full of stocky strength with which you support my full weight when I feel so inclined to lean. Whatever would I do without you, oh right hand of mine?
And, I wonder as I wander (or, as I write this, which is, as I am not finishing the reports that Gary left and you have hounded me about, a kind of mental wandering I suppose,) if anyone has told you that your superb temperament is a perfect match for your hair? As bright as it is, your hair is an extreme parallel to your fiery disposition.
Oh brilliant star, oh Brightly Burning One and Lioness of Legend, you light up my life and make every day worth living, even if I get to laugh at your expense. You are a paradigm, the model example for all testy, feisty women who desire to walk on tradition and set the world on its ears.
Yours until the end,
Jonathan of Conte
***
Dear Jon
You suck, a lot.
Way to copy me.
I am not short or angry.
Tell Gary he’s a traitor.
Alanna
***
Dear Alanna
I love you too and I thought you should know.
There are bandits along the coast again.
Safe travels, moon of delicate wisdom,
Jon.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 337
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 3A
Summary: Jon writes Alanna a letter.
Dear Alanna,
You are surely the epitome of womanly graces, for who among the Court apart from your brilliant self is so well spoken on so many topics?
(Why am I receiving reports of you insulting Irenroha? Should I be concerned?)
Your stature is one of lovely proportions, regardless of whispers that are certainly not mine or Gary’s about the diminutive nature of said proportions. For surely, from a distance, do we not all appear as lesser versions of ourselves?
Personally, I cannot fathom how one cannot become quickly enamored of your height. I know that I have made great use of your shoulders as resting locations for my elbows, and your head as a temporary desk for my paperwork. Your stature is so useful, for it is full of stocky strength with which you support my full weight when I feel so inclined to lean. Whatever would I do without you, oh right hand of mine?
And, I wonder as I wander (or, as I write this, which is, as I am not finishing the reports that Gary left and you have hounded me about, a kind of mental wandering I suppose,) if anyone has told you that your superb temperament is a perfect match for your hair? As bright as it is, your hair is an extreme parallel to your fiery disposition.
Oh brilliant star, oh Brightly Burning One and Lioness of Legend, you light up my life and make every day worth living, even if I get to laugh at your expense. You are a paradigm, the model example for all testy, feisty women who desire to walk on tradition and set the world on its ears.
Yours until the end,
Jonathan of Conte
***
Dear Jon
You suck, a lot.
Way to copy me.
I am not short or angry.
Tell Gary he’s a traitor.
Alanna
***
Dear Alanna
I love you too and I thought you should know.
There are bandits along the coast again.
Safe travels, moon of delicate wisdom,
Jon.