#starfire.

There’s a rapping at the woman’s entryway of the inn she reside, one that slammed with full force and could awaken the entirety of all whom were inside. Slid, under the door, was an envelope with a seal which marred the essence of double initials in full capitalization and an elder script. ‘M.E.’ So the crimson wax read, and if she were to peek out, there would be not a soul.

Once opened, there was a letter that read and a pinup attached to the bottom. Eight by eight frame, but the dancing of ink would surely get her attention first. The parchment, itself, smelled of oak trees and the forests that surrounded. And, there may have been few pieces of ebony fur. Damn you, Hades!

Starfire, Something to have when I am not in your presence, for surely you miss myself. Though you may not admit such a thing, I shall, your attitude may be one of the top things I enjoy. Challenging, keeping me on the edge of my seat, for you I give this. Of course it isn’t anything important, and you may toss it into a canal or something of the sort, but I could care less. I gain mirth knowing the factor you stared, maybe even gawked, at a man you despise, but have a soft spot for. Be safe, my darling. And if you wish to no longer pay for your bed, I will gladly have you stay at my residence.

But another had arrived, then another I shall read.

This time I’d used a special carving knife that resided within a leather sheath, removing it’s steel blade that swiftly slit across parchment and allowed for it’s contents. I knew it wouldn’t be from the same she-devil as once before, though as eyes of evergreen trailed along the words etched in ebony writing, I but chuckled in the slyest of forms. It slithered from between my lips as if a forked tongue spoke for me, “Ah.” I was aware of the particular other that sent it, for not from her writing, but the very last word that made my ears flicker and a devilish, volatile grin to encompass my features. Sliding it’s way over, as if a fire that was ignited and all of a sudden everything around it began to burn. This, this was special. It was shifted in a form where it hid in the pocket of my inner coat, lips popping a moment and I spoke an eased sentence that fell over a honey sweetened tone.