#jk but i will be checking up on ppl regularly just in case tumblr ate their letter

[calliope-love-corner]

I dont have a title for this one

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I flop down on my couch and let out a long string of syllables that could be considered a sigh.

"Long day?" Annabelle asks from the kitchen.

"Mm." I grunt in response and gesture vaguely to the big pile of letters still sitting on the coffee table. "Feels like I barely made a dent."

She laughs and brings over two mugs of tea, sitting down next to my head.

"Here, sit up. You've been running around delivering letters since this morning, have a drink."

"Kay." I wistfully say, taking a moment to mentally prepare myself before sitting up. I let my tired body fall against the cushions and gratefully take the cup of tea, letting it warm my hands.

"I cut some flowers for your room, they're in the window. You were right, the daisies are actually quite nice."

"I told you, they're worth letting them grow!" I nudge her with my elbow and take a quick sip of my tea. "They're a pain to weed out later but they're really nice while they're in bloom."

Annabelle nods and does the same.

"Anyways, I take you're gonna get right back to work on these as soon as you wake up?"

I sigh. "Yeah. Probably. I'm flippin exhausted but it's totally worth it, you know? People are always so happy when they get them."

She smiles. "That's very sweet of you to play delivery man. I'm sure all parties are grateful."

"I'm just happy to be involved, really!"

"I know. You're fun like that."

I smile at her through tired eyes and feel my cheeks warm for just a moment. Then, I get a funny look from her, which I only start to process as she gently puts her palm against my forehead. Annabelle's face twists into a dissatisfied frown.

"Right. You're pretty warm."

I cross my eyes to look up at her hand. She's probably right, but I can't tell.

"Yeah, that makes sense. I don't usually run around this much, and I haven't really eaten. Or slept. Or had much water."

She stifles a laugh. "You're a bit crazy sometimes, you know that? Finish your tea and then off to bed, alright?"

"Mmmmmm." I grumble. "Can't, I have that project to work on. Er. Start. I only have a few weeks for it, remember?"

"Too bad. You should have thought of that before overexterting yourself."

"Oh, come on. You know I can handle it."

She scoffs. "I know you can, but you shouldn't! You're going to work yourself to death one of these days, I swear!"

"Babe," I whine, "I really gotta get to work on this! I really want it to be good, its going to be published and printed!"

"It will be good, darling. I have total faith in that, and one night of writing isn't going to change that fact."

Out of arguments, I punt my head into her shoulder like a cat. She sighs, and rubs my hair.

"You'll be fine with a night off. I promise. Ill even help you deliver some of the letters tomorrow, okay?"

"Mmm." I grunt in begrudging agreement. "Fine."

"Good. Alright, finish up, and then bed." She kisses the top of my head and stands up, much to my dismay.

"Yeah, yeah, alright." I sigh.