( love letters + shipping texts...because we're supposed to be social distancing, right? )

[reigun]

love letters + shipping texts meme

comment with your character. other people will reply to you. your characters (in a relationship, in love, in some sort of attraction that gravitates around the other, in idk 'love' is a many-splendored thing) are communicating via: passionate confessions written on parchment, furtive notes scrawled in code, passive-aggressive post-it notes, messages carved in trees, smoke signals, instant messages on space age computers, text messages complete with lovey-dovey pictures, whatever! have fun!

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[hesperussword]

[Beelzebub is listening, Aggression, determination, and pain come through before voice.]

"I'm here. There are many but we'll prevail. I love you."

[knightgallant]

[Hearing Beelzebub's voice in his mind is comforting, but not anywhere as good as having the angel whole, hale, and in his arms again.]

"Aye, I know you and yours will win the day. Can I prepare anything for you for when you come home?"

[hesperussword]

[The emotions are still strongest over the connection, pain and aggression spiking. It takes time before a response comes.]

A bath?

[knightgallant]

[He knows pain and aggression are part of war and fighting, but feeling the other man’s pain makes the knight’s brow knot with concern. Despite the impossibility of it, sometimes he does regret not being able to fight at the other man’s side. Now is one of those moments.]

“It’ll be waiting for you. Along with a jug of wine.” [He hesitates for a moment, almost letting his worries reach through their connection, but holding them back at the last moment. Beelzebub doesn’t need the distraction of his concern or anything else besides his support while he’s fighting.] “Take care of yourself, fy galon.”

[hesperussword]

[A sense of appreciation comes along with the offer of a bath and wine. The fighting needs his focus because being war on a battlefield tends to draw attention and swords.

Still after a moment a rush of Enochian comes, though through the connection it is easy enough to understand for once.]

Vpaahi Vonpho Busdir. Sobol Tibibp Trian Affa. Blans Bliort Bolp Brints Zildarvls. Mozmonons.

(Translation: The Wings of Wrath in Glory. Whose sorrow/separation shall be empty/short. harbored comfort be though truth flown to quick ends. My heart's joy.)