Quill's Box

[Angelica]

I'm mature enough to look at that title and not snicker. I'm also lying through my teeth.

Galahad made me do this.

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[rwaht]

I hate you.

[VANESSA FERRE]

Heartbeats were too much for the woman, but they shouldn’t be -- no, they are merely heartbeats...beating too fast. She draws a breath to calm the pounding within her chest, the wracking against her ribs as she takes a final look at the sparsely decorated envelope. It is simply designed with nothing but a flourish of a feather-tipped pen dipped in Indian ink. Tasteful, yes, but maybe it was a little too simple? A name was merely a name upon the envelope, but it was written with the most careful of hands and with the most feeling poured into every sweep of the letters. Shaking hand extended -- anxiety was a terrible thing for it would be horrible for her to ruin the crafted letter now -- to drop the envelope within the...box. The words upon the parchment within read:

Dearest V

[/color]ylira,

I feel it to be proper if I begin with “how do you do,” as my hand is accustomed to such a beginning, but it seems much too formal for my liking in regards to you. You see, I am a woman of action, and I choose to tell you now, though late, that I’ve been thinking about you. Not just thinking about you in a cursory sense, but you’ve been the subject of many thoughts as of late (some which I am a tad embarrassed to admit). I shall get to the point: Vylira, I love you. Now, please let me explain how I’ve come to this conclusion; it was difficult for me to accept such inconvenient feelings and to understand them. So, it may be difficult to understand me now -- please bear with me as I will start from the beginning.

I still remember when you were called Nairore, and it was then that I first laid eyes upon you, or moreso, it was was when you first acknowledged my presence. Then, I merely felt flattered, wondering how I even came about this attention. So, I was joyful for acquiring an acquaintance of sorts in an unfamiliar place, eager in getting to know you.

That was only the beginning, however, as pretty soon -- and I don’t know when exactly -- I came to look forward to your mild expressions and excited explanations as Vylira. And when you call out “Galley,” with some inflection of enthusiasm, I feel something stir inside me, an implacable happiness, or a a rocket of emotion that lifts my heart into my head, and I become dizzy. How I continue to long for how you say my name...not to imply anything strange, oh, dears no.

Though I do have my qualms about being a plaything, somehow it brings about a certain excitement within me that bids my heart to flutter or skip a beat when you toy with me so. I blush as I write this with a heated hand as it is certainly a new feeling, something never felt before -- the anticipation...well, you know the sort I’m talking about. I thought I could ignore it, I thought that it would go away with time and that “just friends” was enough. But the longer this went on, the more I felt the need to say it, the more discontented I was, the more I wanted.

This feeling for you begins in the pit of my stomach and wells upwards to crash into my heart; and even then, it’s as if this pulsing blood organ cannot contain such emotion. This...this feeling -- yes, I may only call it so, pure feeling -- cannot be contained anymore as it splashes over the edges; I thought I could contain it, but it’s too much. A mere splash over the edge first, but then a flood that spills over the sides of my heart and proceeds to engulf it, snare it, grip it, so hard that I feel it pound against the liquid iron that is your hold upon me.

So I want more, Vylira, but as you know, it may or may not come to be, but I hope you understand this selfish expression of emotion that I have for you, this selfish hope that you’d return it. Though I feel some guilt for this thing that nips upon my senses, I will not apologize for it, I cannot apologize for it as these pangs of blinding joy cannot be wrong. These feelings I have for you cannot be wrong.

I know not what else to say but this again:
Vylira, I love you[/b].
I wish you a Happy Belated Valentine’s Day, dearest.
Here is my heart, my all; do what you will with them.

Unflinchingly and L[/size]ovingly From,
~ [/color]G[/size]alahad[/blockquote][/i]

With a sigh of relief as if a burden was left upon a doorstep, she leaves with a flutter of hair and the somewhat ungraceful tap tap of shoes, a hand clutching her heart to still it, to staunch it. Hope was a funny thing, but she smiles as she hums a tune.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

you love how i made you make a box
a box because of me?!

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[Nikiya Koshkal]

Everyone keeps changing their names when I'm not looking, so I'll be honest when I say I have no idea who you are. I mean, I probably do, but then I don't.

So hello. It is nice meeting you for perhaps the second time.
Happy belated valentines days to you. :v