Among Warm Sunsets

Letters

"M'lord, it's not that hard, why don't you just tell her?"

Things… were starting to get complicated. In mere months, Molly was starting to draw attention from a certain… resident. A young man named Kasey had just arrived from the city and was trying to woo his Molly.

Bah. You'd think he'd try confessing to her by now, wouldn't you?

The Harvest God was many things, a coward would not be one of them. Yet, when it came to… love and his… er, emotions, well… fuck that.

That's why Finn was having him write a love letter/confession to Molly, since didn't have the guts to do it in person.

"Finn, m-maybe it would be best if… if I were to tell her this in person, rather than in a letter," he said, twirling the pencil Finn had brought with the stationary he'd gotten from Molly's house. "Women like being confronted… right?"

Finn sighed, floating down to rest on the Harvest God's throne. "Remember, we tried that. You just ended up spewing a bunch of nonsense."

He could admit, it was a rather sorry attempt at a confession. He had looked like a complete fool in front of her (Council knows how much he wanted to cease to exist, right there and then).

"F-fine then, j-just do not peak… alright?" He replied meekly, this whole situation was very embarrassing.

Finn looked at the god in horror, "B-but, how will I spell check it?"

"I'm a god, I'm quite positive I can spell for myself."

. . . . . .

"Finn, do you know what this means? I can't really… I don't even."

Molly put the letter she had gotten from the mailbox in front of him. Grabbing his tiny reading glasses (Sprites aren't perfect) and starting looking over the letter.

. . . . . .

Dear Molly,

I know that… in the past, I've been somewhat of a "jerk", as you'd put it. I just want you to know that… I've changed from what I used to be, I'm different—you're to thank for that.I'm a better person because of you, and… I-I really j-just want you to know…

I wurvk you.

Signed,

Harvest God

. . . . . .

Finn was just pissed. He had told him that he should have double checked his righting, but did the Harvest God listen—no, he never did.

"Do you know what wurve is, Finn?" Molly asked.

He took off his glasses, pinching the bridge of his little nose, "No Molly, and I don't think we ever will."

[A/N]: These keep getting shorter and shorter, I swear. Anyways, I know this won't show up on here, but the handwriting was supposed to be in cursive, or slightly towards that angle, just imagine it.

That's not what I really wanted to say though. Last chapter, I told you guys that I needed votes for my poll—still do. So, just… you know… vote. Next chapter will probably be in January, I have other stories I need to update. Also, thank you so much for reading/reviewing/alerting/faving! It means so much, and I super appreciate you guys!

Aaaand, I'm making another story soon. It's a diary journal from my OC, Conary (which I just realized is a boy's name, faileth) so… yep. Byie.