#(1 point for bravery but negative 5 points for sending it in a LETTER. KAEYA!!!)

[adversaryss]

@lcyblade:

there's a letter delivered to the harbinger. it's rather plain , with no name written on the outside , however there's a red wax seal keeping the paper closed tightly. upon further inspection , the letter is slightly scented , a floral air to them ; written in ink are very small , thin words , cascading down the paper. to tartaglia -- i hope this finds you swiftly. i understand that , perhaps , this would be easier to discuss in person , however given the current state of affairs , i thought it would be safer this way. my hands are shaking as i write this to you. i feel as if i were writing my will right now but death would be easier than admitting this. perhaps i should discard this after i finish writing. we'll see how i feel afterwards. i've never believed in love growing up. i thought it was some ridiculous fairy tale that parents told their children to ease their minds at night , a blanket to cast their gaze away from the cruelties of the world. but , in a cruel twist of fate , i find myself slowly , irrevocably , infatuated with you . i don't even know that much about you - how comical is that ! look at the man you've made me become ; i can feel my heart twisting as i lay out my soul like this to you. not a day goes by where i don't think about you and your laugh and the look in your eyes when i catch you looking back at me. my heart flutters at the thought. i wish life was kinder to men like us. i pray that perhaps in a different life we are granted the opportunity to be together. i wish i had more courage to say this to your face. i apologize. please don't feel as if you need to respond. i understand either way. -- kaeya alberich

Fluster Meme ( open )

Receiving a letter is nothing unusual to Tartaglia. They come and go in a steady flow of paper, correspondences for work or for his family, but usually he can tell which is which by the seal on the envelope. This... small, innocuous glob of wax is neither the Fatui crest nor the imprint of a star-shaped conch that he sent home to Tonia, who had immediately become enamored with it and insisted on using it for her own.

Curiously, the Harbinger traces his fingers over the red seal before gently working it open, noting a vague floral aroma to the paper that he assumes must be intentional. A love letter from an anonymous admirer, perhaps?

The jesting thought puts an amused smirk on his face as he unfolds the contents, but imagine his surprise when it turns out to be half-true. It really is a love letter of sorts- it just isn't anonymous.

Tartaglia reads it quietly, expression evening out into something more neutral as he takes it in. Then he reads it once more, dull eyes studying the unsteady lines forming each letter as his mind fills in the blanks. He can recall with perfect clarity the way Kaeya's voice shakes when he exposes just a little too much, the modest downcast of his eye when he dares to ask for more than he feels he deserves.

"...How dramatic," he mutters, exasperated and fond as he carefully folds the letter back up. He taps it against his chin in thought and closes his eyes, breathing in the faint scent clinging to the paper more intently now. Calla lily. A solitary flower that grows quietly by the lake, only ever taking as much as it needs, nothing more and nothing less.

Perhaps his own lily was feeling lonely all the way over there in Mond? An almost preposterous assumption, seeing as he had the Chief Alchemist in his pocket, but Tartaglia knows all too well what it feels like to have everything and still want more.

A sly sort of smile tugs at his lips as he opens his eyes halfway. Sending letters is second nature to Tartaglia, but perhaps, just this once, he will deliver his reply in person.