Aislinn,

[Charles Hewer]

Angel eyes,

I haven't heard from you in a bit. What's that about? I thought you enjoyed my "cheesieness" along with my sexiness, yet you can't pick up a quill?

I'm ashamed and hurt - jilted to be exact.

You must fix this situation.

Also, I take it you still haven't taken my brother to bed? He's far too grumpy, you should really sort that out. As I told him, stop eye fucking each other, and just get to the real sex.

You'll both feel much better, I asure you.

But if you're not interested in the old dog anymore, I'm still free.



yours,
Charles

[Aislinn MacElfrish]

Charles,

It's been a while. I wasn't aware that 'enjoyment' was something I ever felt in regards to your cheesiness. And as for sexiness? Well, if you say so.

You're not 'jilted' - don't over-exaggerate! You make it sound as if we were engaged and I left you at the altar! Which is not the case, as you very well know. But I've replied to your letter against my better judgement, so that should negate some of the damage to your poor broken heart.

Jack? Shit. Fuck off. I'm sure I don't know what you're on about.

Aislinn.

[Charles Hewer]

Aislinn,

You wound me so. Shot through the heart.

I always knew that I was too sexy for you.

Anyways,

I see you've answered everything in my letter except for the bit about my brother. Shame really.

So I'll ask again,

Have you and my brother hit it off yet? I'm guessing not since the letter I sent him had round about the same answer.


Charles

[Aislinn MacElfrish]

Charles,

I'm not actually sure you have a heart, and I mean that in the fondest of ways.

Go away, and stop harassing me via owl. Either trust me and Jack to screw up our own relationship friendship on our own, or find another way for us to get laid.

Aislinn.