GOT7

the fifth letter,

you are in no mood for games. very well. i am in no mood for them, either.

let me say it outright: there are moments brief, and increasingly frequent in which i reach for you without thought. this displeases me, i am not accustomed to such absence from you, nor restraint.

you have forced both upon me.

come home and shout at me. come home and fight with me. come home and break my heart, if you must. it has become yours only to break. just come home.

your husband, sukuna.

the next letter,

not even responding to my missives is ridiculous and beneath you and i hate it.

atleast inform me of your health.

ryomen sukuna

and then finally, your reply,

stop writing to me, at once. my wedded lord you have trespassed much and caused me such nuisance, it is quite enough now.

i am well. but do not pretend as if you may not already know that. you think i am not aware of my new lady’s maid keeping an eye on me, certainly appointed to report back to you?

consider it my generosity that i let her stay, and consider it my ignorance towards your repetitive letters for my lack of response.

if i receive any such scroll from you, i shall burn it.

signed, yours.

and his response,

surely if your lovely eyes may not grace my lowly epistles, then i shall speak freely.

to my most willful wife, you command me to cease, and yet you write at length. i had not realized i occupied you so thoroughly. as for your lady’s maid, you give me too much credit. if she watches you, it is because you are worth watching. i would hardly entrust such a task to another. although i cannot speak for what ways uraume employs to inform me on your health..

i have been told it is unbecoming to repeat oneself so, i will not ask you to return again. you may remain where you are, in whatever peace you have convinced yourself you prefer. i will not contest it.

and yet, i find myself wondering: why you will not come back of your own accord. have you no consideration, for your neglected husband?

the hand you force, your husband.

to my most theatric husband, you mistake response for preoccupation. do not flatter yourself, i write only to correct what you insist on misunderstanding.

as for being “worth watching,” you dress surveillance in pretty language, you always had a knack for that. for such sweet talk will not work on me, do not expect gratitude for it.

if your husband is neglected, perhaps he should consider why.

signed, your wife, unfortunately.

to my most contrary wife, “unfortunately,” and yet you take such care to sign it. i wonder if your hand hesitated at all.

as for your refusal of gratitude, keep it, i did not ask for it. you suggest your husband reflect on his neglect. i have. thoroughly. i apologize for everything, end this torment for me wife, for i can bear it no longer.

you insist my words hold no effect on you now. how curious, has distance made you bold, or merely forgetful? i recall a time not long past, when your resolve was far less reliable. how easily it would slip from you, how quickly your protests would soften when i would indulge you, a little more closely. 𓀐𓂸

have you truly forgotten? or are you simply daring me to remind you?

very well. do not worry, i will remind you, not behind these papers this time. consider that a courtesy, one last chance to brace yourself or do you prefer to test me?

i would find it entertaining, either way.

your lord and husband, R.S.

my lord, you are most unfair!

do not be naughty, ryomen. i warn you, what you speak of this “reminder” it is highly improper. and what if someone else were to see it? consider your poor wife’s reputation!

your teasing is relentless, and i am most vexed. you threaten of your arrival, yet remain absent, perhaps one day, your threats will find action..though i dare not hope it too loudly.

if you intend to test my resolve, i suggest you waste no more time. come, then, and take me with you, lest i change my mind.

apology accepted, your wife.

a shorter note, in refined handwriting,

lord ryomen sukuna will be arriving soon.

his subject, uraume.

firefly; this is probably my first fic where i have worked SO hard on formatting it, i hope you guys enjoy ❀ུ͏  

inspo: by cardan’s letters to jude from the folk of the air series.