To Zenos,

Darling, I cannot say so much as to reveal my location, but I must at least give you a hint. For if I did not tell you of the massive field I’m trekking through right now, I wouldn’t be able to tell you of how every millioncorn stalk I see sprouting out of the ground makes me think of you. As I reach my hand out to stroke the corn silk surrounding me, I close my eyes and pretend that I can be with you, my fingers running through your hair instead of its imitation.

The corn silk is dry between my fingers, and I sigh in longing of your slick golden waterfall. At night I sit upright until I fall asleep, petting my cloak in my lap and pretending your head lies there instead as I comb through your locks. I imagine wringing the grease from your mane into a pan as you slowly doze to sleep, waiting until it’s almost full to the brim before I feel content to lay beside you. My fantasy continues to the morning, where I wake with the dawn and leave you for just a few moments, rushing out to harvest eggs and herbs before running back in and returning to your side. I start the fire and take the pan of your hair’s oils, finer than any culinarian’s import, and begin cooking our breakfast.

It may be just a dream for now, but I believe there’s hope for it to become reality in the future. I want your greasy essence to slither into every aspect of my life, to stain every part of my soul.

Come to me, my oleaginous prince. For the Warrior of Light’s rays cannot truly shine without a puddle of congealment to properly reflect off of.

Love,
Nica



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Written by Nica Tayuun on Midgardsormr. If I win, I would like the Bluebird Earrings.

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