Penmanship ((Or, OMG I get long winded when I have insomnia.))

[jumpyspringy]

Mortimer sat at his desk in the room he never slept in anymore sucking on a nearly empty honey-stick. He was writing a letter. His handwriting was neat and quick, a relic of his childhood when speech took more effort than seemed worth it. He'd been telling the truth when he told Ali that he had learned to fuck before he learned to talk. For

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[chill_whispers]

At some later point, Sasha notices the notes. She reads the letter, and the note addressed to her, then sighs softly, clasping the note to her heart. "Ah, dear husband, you do have a way with words." She relishes the moment, then returns letter and note to their previous positions, to let Ali come upon them just as she had.

[vicioussweetie]

Ali's barely stifling a yawn when she enters the bedroom, exhausted from the week of barely sleeping. It takes her a while to notice the notes, and she takes them with her when she crawls into bed.

It's hard to know if she's finished reading them, but she's got a smile on her face when she's found to have fallen asleep, so there's a good sign.