My dearest Ifrit,

My heart is awash with love this Valentoine's Day, and you have lit a flame that has quite literally stirred it.
I remember that day so many months ago when I stumbled into your realm, lusting after treasure. But the treasure I found was you. I remember fondly the look we gave each-other, and I knew an unbreakable connection was made between us in that moment while I drew my bow and you annihilated my allies.

I knew then that I was in love.
I never quite knew how to approach you though, often watching from afar, writing little Bloodletters to you in the hopes that you might notice me. But you had no time for me. You only cared for him. My allies said it was because he had the most hate, but I knew that it was not hate that was the problem, but love. But now, I'm just saying it straight.

I love you, Ifrit. I love you more than a Goobbue loves eating Lalafells. I know we have had our ups and downs, you've taken your fair share of swipes at me, I've said my fair share of rude things about you, but I know that I will keep coming back, hoping that one day I might find your heart in that chest, or find some meaning in the Dark Matter you so fondly give me.
But for now, I shall watch from afar, forever holding onto the bow you gave me when I last saw you.
I love you, Ifrit. And I hope that one day, you will love me in return.
Kitensa Fox.


P.S. Leviathan sucks.