Tonight, on this blank piece of paper, Caelus wrote to you again.

The noble wrote to you as the moonlight peeked through the shielding curtains. He wrote to you about a heartwarming poem, brown pools full of fondness as his hand does the work.

His father’s strict rules forbids him to meet you, hence why he delivers love letters instead.

When the next day reaches, his letter would arrive into your mailbox. Caelus hopes for a reply, sooner or later. He doesn’t mind waiting for you.