Brassius was, quite evidently, a sucker for love letters. And he would write most of them for you, his wife.

Brassius was pretty extra about it too. But you couldn’t deny that it was pretty sweet.

A little Hoothoot would come through your window, giving you a familiar piece of paper. You opened it to read it. Most likely it was from Brassius.

’Mon Dieu, not even the most gorgeous flowers could compare to your beauty…♡’