Tuesday, December 24, 2013
Dear Santa letters from Angel & Chase...Oh boy
I am sure this letter will get lost as I live in Hickville and the mailman sucks, but on the off chance that we don't get snowed in...
There is only one thing I want this Christmas, and it's not something that can be bought (well, who knows, maybe there is a price on his head), made, or shipped from eBay.
My egotistical, stab-worthy, smexy, heart-stopping neighbor. He drives me utterly insane, but for some ungodly reason I find that hawt. There is no explaining my heart to my head—I stopped trying.
I know that it is probably a bizarre request, but he isn't exactly your average guy. We sort of have this demon-bond, it's complicated, and honestly, inconceivable. But he has got it stuck in his thick head that he has morals.
I am probably the only girl in the world who only wants to lose her V-card for Christmas. That is not too much to ask, is it?
Sarcastically forever yours,
Dear Ho, Ho, Ho dude,
So writing letters to chubby fictional guys in red suits—totally not my thing.
My thing just so happens to be a petite, hellcat who has turned my world upside down. I don't know whether I should curse the fates or thank them.
If I could wish for anything this year, it would be that she lives. I don't want what I am and the dangers that follow me, to get in her way of having a normal life (well, as normal as normal can be for her). I don't want her to end up dead. Again. Something tells me that Death won't barter her existence a second time.
Before Angel, I'd never asked anyone for anything. Now, I would beg on both knees for safety, for her happiness, for love. I know that this is an impossible request, but I figured it was worth a shot.
PS. If you could sneak some mistletoe over her bed, I would be forever in your debt.
MERRY CHRISTMAS from Chase, Angel, and me!!! We love and adore you guys to the max.