To Torchline's Darling

Dantalion

how the fuck am I supposed to know

The letter that arrives at the Hanged Man's doorstep is written in a beautiful script, though shaky in parts, as if the writer has not practiced their penmanship in a long time.

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Flora,

I wonder if I might borrow you for something personal.

Not like that, of course, though I do believe we got off on the wrong (invisible) foot, so perhaps another time.

I require that clever brain of yours, Guildmistress. I am hoping to prepare something in the Hollowed Grounds, and your expertise would be greatly appreciated.

Yours,

Danta

if we're in love or if we're in pain?

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

karma's a relaxing thought, aren't you envious that for you it's not?

Colour me intrigued.

I'll be there with bells on (perhaps just bells).

xoxox
Flora.