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I’ll admit that I was bit concerned when your letters stopped arriving for me every day. You know how much I love hearing from you. I thought you might’ve have been upset with me about the recent deeds I had committed.

Regardless, I wouldn’t allow you to not write to me. While I was in the middle of planning your impending abduction, I received a report that you were feeling under the weather. Since that’s the case, I’ll forgive you. I understand the burdens of illness. I just wish I could be there by your side, feeding and caring for you.

Just thinking about you lying in bed, unable to go anywhere, and solely relying on me for everything makes me so happy! Perhaps, I’ll go ahead with the abduction plans after all. That way, the next time you fall ill, you can cling to me while I tend to your every need.

In the meantime, please feel better little rabbit, because after I snatch you away, there are many places in Obsidian that I wish to show you…..

Dear Aru,

Disclaimer: I am a physicist, not a poet. And it’s only fair to warn you that I’ve been told (not by you, you of endless patience), that I sometimes sound pedantic (:::coughyukimuracough:::). Therefore, if is not clear, this is a love letter. And spoiler alert: I can wax rhapsodic over the moon (get it? WAX), then stumble over my words when it involves feelings for you (which will never WANE).

There was, in fact, an attempt at a poem…

Kermit is green,

Spock’s blood is too.

Of ground spikes I’m keen,

But I’d give them up for Aru.

I read that to Yoshimoto, and he literally turned pale and told me to stick to what I know.

What I know is physics, history and astronomy. Do you remember last month’s solar eclipse? To refresh your memory, it was the day that Kenshin threatened to stab the moon for the otherwise perfectly fine weather for sparring.

Technically this celestial event was an annular eclipse, because though the moon crossed between the Earth and the Sun, it did not completely block the light. It was still bright around the edges. The legendary ring of fire.

That is what you are to me – something that is always bright around the edge. Even when the day goes dark, there you are, providing a light.

Lately it seems that you are allowing something to kervanish your sun. I am not certain what it is that is getting you down, as you haven’t shared why there is sometimes a look of worry that crinkles your forehead. I didn’t want to pry or force you to tell me, if you didn’t want to (but you do know that you can come to me and talk, yes?). Oh and also, your forehead is still cute, even when crinkled, but should you wish to decrinkle please feel free to request a moderately awesome brow massage.

I want to reassure you that nothing can completely eclipse your light from me. Not a shadow, not the moon, not the darkest night. You are the solar eclipse that I would risk blindness to stare into. And even if I were blind, I would still feel the warmth of your brightness (in fact, I tested that by taking off my glasses. Even when the world is a blur, I know where you are. My heart has a homing beacon to yours).

And… it has just occurred to me that I do not know how to close a love letter.

So, simply, and not so simply, love,

Sasuke

I saw the way you smiled when Victor gave you that flower today. You’re so cute when you smile. I love the way your face lights up and your eyes crinkle. You get so bright, it’s like you’re an angel gracing us with your presence. I wish you would smile like that everyday.

But… is it wrong that I only want you to smile like that when it’s for me? When I’m the one who makes you happy? I hate when you look at anyone else, especially other men. I wish you would only look at me.

I want to be the only one who makes you happy. Is that selfish of me? It’s selfish of me, isn’t it…? I guess it doesn’t matter who, as long as you’re happy… But when I think about you smiling at anyone else, my chest feels tight and my head gets dark…

I don’t think I can control myself when I feel this way… Can you smile just for me and only me?

Never mind… Forget I wrote this letter… Not that you’ll read it anyway. Just be happy, okay? But not too happy. Save your happiest moment for me so that I’m the only one who gets to see it…

A letter attached to a bottle that says "Drink Me"...

Dear Alice,

The Red and Black Armies would like to welcome you to Cradle! Or are you the one welcoming them? Either way, the boys from Cradle would love to meet you!

Signed,

The Red and Black Armies of Cradle

Dear Kayden,

How is my little Rhodilitian Rabbit faring? Well, I hope! Surely that brutish king of yours isn't putting you up to anything unreasonable. I'd fret to think of the international conflicts that would pose, don't you? And, do feel free to relay that to him on my behalf, I'm certain he'll understand what I mean.

There really isn't any easy way to say it, but I've been left wanting in your absence, dreadfully so. I certainly hope my darling rabbit feels the same, for it would be a tragedy to hear anything otherwise.

And since I assume that you're missing me as much as I miss you, I've attached a vial for you. It's my favorite blend of fragrances, and I hope you'll be reminded of my presence with it near. It should last until I visit in a month's time, since Walter insists on keeping me a hermit until my coughing settles.

Be with you soon, dear,

How’s my little lady? Holding up while I’m gone?

Have to say that I’m mixed on whether I want you to be missing me terribly or whether I want you to be having a great time while I’m gone.

Me? Well, if the letter wasn’t enough — we both know I’m god awful at writing these damn things — I miss you. Damn it, I miss you. And if I could give Will the slip and get back there, I would. But unless I want hell unleashed on me, I gotta wait a few more days.

Say, while I’m gone, how about you think of all the things you wanna do with me when I get back. I know that pretty little head has some ideas in it.

Miss you, love you,

P.S. Take care of Ale, heard Liam brought him to Crown last night. He'll be able to keep you company 'til I get back.

Lucy…

You may recall – you will recall, in fact, as you are not a woman who forgets – that I once chided you for letting me sleep while you were awake. After a day apart, it felt like the harshest punishment to miss a moment together during unconscious slumber. You, in your own stubborn way, expressed no regret for the fact that you failed to awaken me. I needed my sleep, you said, and you did not feel neglected by my lack of consciousness. In fact, you claimed to enjoy gazing at my slumbering form.

Unfair, that I was not able to look upon your face as you looked upon mine.

As we so often do, we agreed to disagree, and spent the rest of the night both awake and enjoying ourselves in a more vigorous fashion.

Tonight, our roles have reversed, and it is I who was unable to bring myself to awaken you. For if you did indeed fall asleep over your needle (Lucy, please be more careful in the future, you could have harmed yourself… and… I sound like Hideyoshi. I would scratch that out, but I know you too well. You would be curious and hound me until I confess. Thus I will leave it in). Returning to my original thought, if you were tired enough to fall asleep at work, then sleep is what you require.

I packed away your work (it is on a shelf too high for you to reach, and I will not retrieve it until the shadows are gone from beneath your eyes). Then I picked you up, and you did not stir. For a moment, I held you, feeling honored that you trust me enough to sleep in my arms. To be comforted by my presence, for you cuddled into to me, and your breathing deepened further. It’s an honor I never expected in this world, and one that might surprise many that I feel it.

Soon I will lie beside you on the futon, and you will turn toward me in your sleep. Then I will breathe you, holding you, until I fall asleep as well. For thanks to you, I have found a joy in repose, and acceptance that while we both sleep, unconscious, we are still finding time to be together. There is a happiness in knowing that you are the last face I see before sleep claims me and the first face I see when I open my eyes. Thank you for showing me the value in the quiet, softly holding times, the breathing times.

Goodnight… and good morning, my Lucy.

Nobunaga

To my little Spatzi,

I would bet a champagne bottle’s worth you didn’t expect this little letter from me, considering I also didn’t expect myself to sit down and write this letter.

There honestly isn’t too much I want to say right now — isn’t that how whims work? — but knowing you I would think you’re either curious, worried, or both, so I hope you can take this flower as a small token that I’m alive and well, even while Dari works me pretty hard. When I casually asked about flowers to Ring, he went on to the point I know more about flowers than I ever wished to know.

When we see each other again, I can treat you to something more than a simple flower. How does a bouquet of 99 roses sound?

Haha, does that sound far-fetched? I know some flower markets around do sell such bouquets.

You don’t believe me, do you? Oh, you little robin… when has the information that I got ever been wrong?

Someday, I’ll take you there. It’s a promise.

Dear Spirit,

I hope this letter finds you in the midst of a grand adventure, or at least a cozy, warm afternoon with a good book. I’ve been told by the stars themselves (or maybe just my good friend, the wind) that you’re a fan of mine, and I must say, I’m flattered! But more than that, I’m genuinely glad to have someone like you cheering me on, even from afar.

I heard you’ve been feeling a bit down lately. Trust me, I know what that’s like—there are days when even the bravest of hearts need a little lift. But remember, Spirit, you’re as strong as you are beautiful. I’ve seen it in your eyes. You’re not just a fan; you’re a fighter, a dreamer, and you have a heart as fierce as the lion I’m named after.

So, what’s got you feeling a bit low? Is it the world feeling a little too big, or maybe a challenge that seems insurmountable? Whatever it is, I want you to know that you’re not alone. We all have those moments where the palace seems a bit too quiet, or a little too dark. But just like the morning sun always breaks through the night, your light will shine through too.

I’m here for you, Spirit. Whether it’s a virtual high-five or a virtual hug, I’m sending you all the encouragement and love I can muster. You’re someone special, and the world is a better place with you in it. Keep your head up, keep your heart open, and remember that you’re the hero of your own story.

Until our paths cross, whether in dreams or in reality, know that you have a friend in me. And who knows, maybe one day you’ll join me on a quest—no need to bring a sword, just your courage and your smile.

Yours in spirit and camaraderie,

To my dearest, darling Diana,

I know the past few weeks have been hard with the holidays consuming so much of our time and leaving so little to spend alone and that this has made you a touch lonely, and perhaps even needy for my attention. Ahaha, my sweet dove, you never told me so much, but I could see it in your eyes when you'd glance at me from across the room at one of Victor's many holiday gatherings. You looked so beautiful, your brown eyes burning with desire, only for the moment to be disturbed one or another member of Crown.

The longing and ache those missed opportunities put in my heart makes this moment sweeter.

Go inside our closet and you will find a new red dress hanging in there. Get dressed and meet me downstairs – just listen to the piano playing and you will find me. A carriage will soon be waiting for us outside to take us wherever you wish to go. And after we have gone everywhere you want to go, the evening will be ours to spend however you wish. So hurry up, my beautiful dove, come to me as my music calls to you.

Eternally yours,

To my beloved vixen,

I’ve heard you’ve been down lately. Now, I don’t know the cause, if there even is one, but I assure you, there is nothing I wouldn’t do to see your happiness. So, I have a small request for you while you wait for me to get home:

⥼ One cup of your favorite warm drink per day, to lift your spirits and warm you up.

⥼ Try to take in that hobby you were curious of once this next week, it isn’t a must, but i hope a bit of fun or going out to a shop you adore for a little something would lift the spirits. Don’t worry, I’ll spoil you when I get there.

⥼ Have Licht go out with you and enjoy some sweets together. It may not be with me, but I’ll make up for it.

Remember throughout every bit of this, you are cherished, you are wonderfully kind, and you deserve nothing but happiness.

See you soon,

To my sunshine,

Okay, here’s the deal: you’re amazing. Like, stop-and-stare, knock-me-off-my-feet amazing. And if you don’t believe me, I’ll just have to keep telling you until you do!

I know you’ve been feeling down, but listen up—whatever it is, you’ll get through it. I know you will. You’re strong, even if you don’t always feel it. And when you’re not strong, that’s okay too, because I’m right here, ready to catch you.

But here’s the most important part: you’ve got to love yourself, sunshine. Just a little bit. Okay, a lot. Actually, more than a lot—like, all the love in the world! You’re worth it. You’re kind, and talented, and way better than you give yourself credit for.

So here’s what we’re gonna do: take a deep breath, smile (yes, now!), and think about something you love about yourself. Anything! And if you can’t think of anything, just come to me. I’ve got a whole list ready.

You’re stuck with me, so don’t even try to push me away. I’ll just follow you like the loyal pup I am. And hey, when you’re ready, let’s do something fun. Just say the word, and I’m there.

Forever your biggest fan, Rio

To My Beloved Wife, on our anniversary…

Anniversary of what, you might be asking yourself. For it has not been a year since our marriage, and it is a bit longer than that since I first cast my eyes upon your adorably confused face. However, if you turn your memory back, you’ll realize that it has been one year since we declared to Nobunaga and Hideyoshi our intention to wed.

Am I truly that sentimental? My dear little one, if you cannot believe in my need to mark this date in our history, then perhaps you will believe that I wished to surprise you by giving you a gift on this day as well. Or… it may also be true that I dearly cherish the memory of… the expression on Hideyoshi’s face after hearing my words. Did you notice the steam emerging from his ears? (I most certainly did).

All humor aside, Little One, you illuminated the darkness of the path I must walk, and while even now, I occasionally question your judgement in finding me worthy of your heart, I can only rejoice that you have done so. There is not one single hair upon your head that I do not adore, even the lock that invariably finds its way to tickle the end of my nose in the middle of the night. From your exasperation when you discover I have divined your thoughts to the soft blush that warms your features when I slip my hand into the small of your back, I always delight in gazing upon you.

I have not failed to notice the hundred little things you do as you try to ease my way through the days. My beloved, you should be aware by now that you need to do nothing, all that I ever wanted was for you to simply be. Be there. Be you. Be mine.

Therefore, today, on the anniversary of our be… trothal, I declare that I will not allow you to do anything except permit me to shower all of my affection upon you. Let this necklace be your only adornment, as we steal some time to ourselves. I have taken the liberty of not only clearing my day, but yours as well, so we may take our time celebrating.

Do you blush to imagine how I intend to lavish you with my full attention? If you are not yet doing so now, be warned that I will put forth my best effort into enticing that lovely blush into existence.

For what better way to not only celebrate the past year, but to also usher in the next one.

Yours,

Mitsuhide

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My sweetest Dollie,

Coming to check on me because I fell asleep at my desk again? I knew you’d have a nosey at what I had written here so I thought to leave you with a little surprise. Something that will, hopefully, make your day all the better, as you’ve so generously made all of mine.

You see, this is rather a clever plan on my part because I’ll most likely wake up very shortly after you read it and I’ll get to see that utterly brilliant smile of yours.

Have I told you how radiant you are today? It feels only fair to commit it to writing, though even a thousand repetitions would scarcely do you justice. You’ve brightened every corner of my life in ways I can’t fully explain. Even now, as I pause between chapters of my novel to write this, I can only imagine the ridiculously besotted look on my face. Entirely your doing, of course. Prepare to be utterly spoiled with affection when I next see you.

I do worry about you, my dear. Yes, yes, I know you’re a woman grown and can take care of yourself, and I also know the world is heavy and sharp. I’m here for you as you’ve been here for me, always. You’re a comfort unlike anything I’ve ever known, wrapping me in a warmth that’s wholly and wonderfully gentle. So, if I can ever help lift any burden or dull that sharpness, I will do so without hesitation.

Well, what do you think, my love? Did I make your day better? Did I make you smile?

If I'm not up by the time you're finished reading, do be a dear and wake me. I want to see if I succeeded.

Very sincerely and always yours,

I’m so excited to write this letter today. And you know why, right?

You are the reason why I love to write letters again, and also, today is the most special day of the year— the anniversary of my lovely little rabbit.

I must confess I was really looking forward to your birthday. And because of that, my mind thought of all sorts of plans. Just for the two of us, of course.

After considering the possibilities, how about to start the day with one of my magic tricks? Would you like a magical rose, little rabbit?

I can even let you choose the shade of it too. But, if I may say it, black roses would suit you better. After all, if it suits me, why it wouldn’t suit you?

I hope you don’t choose a shade that by no means represents me, otherwise, I’d get jealous and you will be punished on your own birthday.

Well, maybe I’d punish you either way because I just can’t stop myself from loving you. It’s a great way to celebrate this special date, don’t you think?

I will make sure to be as affectionate as possible so you will only look at me, and no one else.

And I assure you, little rabbit, that this day will be engraved in your memory forever.