[She'll find a letter returned to her with very neat handwriting. Those lessons his mother insisted on definitely came in handy.]
Madoka,
I would like that as well. I had hoped that you had returned home and were free of this place. Even though Id prefer that, I will be quite happy to see you again.
*Can she say she's glad she isn't home? Or that such a prospect is terrifying? Oh well. It's a thought best left under a mental rug.
... More frivolously importantly, can she admire his handwriting? Because she is. It's really, really nice. Heavens knows anyone walking in on her room right now will catch her carefully penning a reply while more or less looking at Ezio's response with a bit of a stupid grin on her face.
A grin that got dumber as thoughts entered in her mind unbidden.*
This evening, after dinner? At your room?
*Private (for the most part), discreet, and she could bring tea and catch up on anything she missed.
... And there came those thoughts again. Whatever, puppy-struck Puella Magi. Just deliver the letter.*
A Reply
Madoka,
I would like that as well. I had hoped that you had returned home and were free of this place. Even though Id prefer that, I will be quite happy to see you again.
-Ezio Auditore da Firenze
a swoon
... More
frivolouslyimportantly, can she admire his handwriting? Because she is. It's really, really nice. Heavens knows anyone walking in on her room right now will catch her carefully penning a reply while more or less looking at Ezio's response with a bit of a stupid grin on her face.A grin that got dumber as thoughts entered in her mind unbidden.*
This evening, after dinner? At your room?
*Private (for the most part), discreet, and she could bring tea and catch up on anything she missed.
... And there came those thoughts again. Whatever, puppy-struck Puella Magi. Just deliver the letter.*