Dear Laura,
Is it but a residue that remains, dried and cracked from the harsh unforgiving stare of the sun? Or can our love be rekindled by the stars, swirling 'round the heavens in their glorious glory? Can our cup be refilled with effervescent love once again? For my heart aches in your absence, and every moment without you is like a dagger in the heart. Without your love I am wilting like a lily in the sun, and only the cool, refreshing might of your love can save me! Please, oh my Laura, come back to me and dwell in the warm climes of Elysia with me!
- Liam
Dear Liam,
Oh, Hell hath no fury like a female Norn scorned. When I was wilting, like the lily to which you now refer and needed your love to act as my saviour, you fled. I threw myself into the fires of contempt, the cruel flames hardening my body and mind to the rejection you caused, and amplifying the love and devotion my Lord, AquaShee, has shown me. The light of Heaven itself was nullified by the impermeable darkness you left me in. Therefore, dearest Liam, the warm climes of Elysia chime with the harsh winds of winter, the sun having been overcast with lies and deception. It has lost its beauty with your presence, and I shall remain with the divine!
- Laura