Ass You Wish : Building Our Own Families
Ch. 11: A Letter To A Friend.
[Hey there, Lia! I’m not sure what all’s going on, but I wanted to give you a way to communicate with me regardless of your restrictions; I especially wanted to avoid me trying to force any communication and ending up accidentally hurting you any further. If you can verbalize any thoughts, regardless of complexity, that’s great! If so, we can talk at your pace; but please don’t push yourself. If you can’t/don’t want to literally speak to me, I wanted to give you a couple of options there too. I know you’ve got your phone (although knowing you, I don’t know how charged it is right now), so please feel free to text me; fully text, just emojis, or anywhere in between; you can send them or just show me once you’ve typed them up. Or! You can use the pen next to this paper and write me the old fashion way. Okay, I feel like I’m rambling now ...how about this: if this is too many options, flip the paper over and place your hands on it. I’ll take things slow, do what I can to help you find your footing, and we’ll continue to keep moving forward!—Ryn]
Azuryn wasn’t even certain of if Ophelia would be able to read Their chicken scratch, but They knew They needed to try! Lack of communication was at the heart of every single one of the two’s problems, and They refused to let their hearts litter the topsoil any longer.
Sure, They’d have to dig a lot deeper than ever before, but if They wanted any chance at piecing together Their memories from New Years, THIS was where They’d have to start.
It was gonna require honest, open, and transparent negotiation, but if Ophelia was still as interested as she had been... well, They didn’t want to get too ahead of Themself. (They’d first have to see how much dominance she could actually exert before unleashing her upon the herd.) She could play the part of the innocent princess all she liked, but They knew just how much of a wolf in sheep’s clothing she could be at times.
And They wouldn’t have it any other way; so long as she’d allow herself to actually enjoy it.
The question remained: was she playing coy, or had the wolf really pulled the wool over her own eyes? It all seemed a little too fishy for Their tastes, but They couldn’t deny They were hooked; They just needed to know if this time, she was for reel.
“Sir!” sheli called the order out, pulling Them from their puns and back to the present moment. As They got up, They thought to Themself, ‘Might as well have her drink waiting for her... here’s hoping she can stomach this Sweetness.’
Unbeknownst to everyone, even herself, a part of Ophelia was still cognizant of her surroundings & fully listening.
‘Sir’!? Ophelia jolted herself up to a higher level of consciousness; one where the cogs were now spinning free.