[ Truth told, though he mentions it practically in passing, the idea delights him in equal measure. To so truly entwine love and death, to devote himself to her. Already, he wonders of the mechanics β how one might manipulate a glamor, how the pulse of necromantic magic would factor into physical closeness. How it'd work once they've both undertaken the ritual, how much he treasures the idea of their life together, forever. Once, he might have been mortified at the thought of sharing any answers to the questions posed, but, somehow, it's just as much something to look forward to as any of the rest of it.
He only takes as long as is required to read the writing on the post-it before removing it from the mirror, cautious of the bathroom's humidity in his efforts to preserve their correspondence. The returning letter awaits with her clothing, a few mornings after, clipped onto the hanger on which he's hung her dress from the previous night. ]
To the one whose bones so complement mine (or is it the other way around),
I daresay a Parisa-shaped space is waiting for you; I simply lacked the knowledge, before, to know what belonged there.
The only other you ought to know about is Manfred. Not a former love, not a student, not a child (though he certainly behaves like on), but a wisp. Once I realized how persistent and curious he was β unlike any other wisp I'd encountered before β I placed him into a skeleton. He is both my ward and assistant, capable of understanding speech but not yet of speaking, himself. Having given him life β in a manner of speaking β he's my responsibility. I think you'd like him, and I know that he'd like you.
It isn't solely that I like that maintenance β of you, of us β but that I desire it. I would happily fill my days with you, if you'd allow it. And it seems a small price to pay, if one could even call it that, for the sacrifice you'd be making in forsaking your world for mine.
Ω ΫΨ¨ΩΨ³Ω Ψͺ Emmrich
P.S. Who are these charming fellows? It's relatively rare, I think, to see the dead in such revels.
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He only takes as long as is required to read the writing on the post-it before removing it from the mirror, cautious of the bathroom's humidity in his efforts to preserve their correspondence. The returning letter awaits with her clothing, a few mornings after, clipped onto the hanger on which he's hung her dress from the previous night. ]