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Happy Birthday SleepySlepu!
To the love of my life, I enclose this letter with a feather of my own so that you may write back to me with it.
I'm sure this letter reaches you in shock. I've been debating sending this letter for quite some time, and I was told that now would be my best chance to send it. I've thought long and hard about the words I would say to you, and I believe they would go as thus.
I have loved you since the day I laid eyes on you four years ago at his majesty banquet. We were younger, more beautiful, and yet with age you have only grown finer, like wine or a good story. The more we spoke, the more I learnt of your true beauty that lay below your seams. Such cunning, brain, and direction of person has only enamored me further, as I continue to learn more about you.
Yes, it's not your looks, but your brain that holds my heart strings. And I will spend this whole letter describing the little things you've done that-
“Why is this letter on my desk?” Bubba asks his steward, having given up reading someone's profession of love that must have ended up on his desk by accident.
“I don't know my lord, I have not seen that letter before today.”
Then it must surely have been misplaced. Perhaps it was sent to him to be reviewed like a student asking a teacher?
No. That would be improbable, seeing as there is a bright yellow feather enclosed in its envelope. There would be no reason to enclose it there if it was not intended to reach its intended mark.
Therefore it must be a mistake.
“Do you have any idea who this may belong to, my lord?”
Bubba holds up the golden feather to his lamp, examining its finery. There was a red tassel of silk that it was folded between, carefully so that not a single piece of the feather could be damaged while shipping. The way the light filtered through the feather was enrapturing, did the suitor test the feather in the light of a candle before deciding it was the correct one? How many feathers did they pluck before they found the perfect one?
“I have an idea. I will return their letter myself, at my earliest convenience.”
Bubba pockets the letter, folded neatly across its original creases.
“Tell me, are my items prepared to visit his majesty? Lady Ember has returned and I would like to be prepared for her.”
“Yes my lord, we are ready for your departure.”
His own words keep bouncing back and forth between his ears.
I have loved you since the day I laid eyes on you…
…I learnt of your true beauty that lay below your seams.
I wish that I could be the one to braid my feather within your hair.
Oh by god it feels so sappy. He knows he is overthinking it, Bobby told him he would, but for the love of the gods it doesn't make it any easier to stop thinking. What if Bubba didn't read it? What if it was thrown out?
Oh Kickin, what have you gotten yourself into.
Lord Cosmos, his crush, was in town today. Apparently some lordly business is taking place today, Dogday isn't invited like usual. Despite this, Bubba has not visited his majesty yet, which is unlike the Lord to do, as despite Dogdays new rank, they remain friends.
Was Bubba avoiding him?
No, that's not right. Bubba wouldn't ignore him, he was certainly smarter than that! Bubba has enough character that he would answer any call that reaches him.
He hears heavy footfalls heading towards the former queen's quarters, and he looks alert. He only knows one pair of steps that are heavy. They're the only ones he has cared to listen to for a while now.
He makes sure his crown is slicked back, and his beak has no crumbs on it.
“Lord Bubba Cosmos,” he says suavely.
“Sir Chicken. Before I go speak to his majesty, I have something I would like to return to you.”
“Return?” he says, heartbreak just an inch away. He is pretty sure his voice cracked embarrassingly.
“Yes, your letter seems to have made it's way onto my desk by mistake. I'm returning it to you so that it may hit its mark.”
“Mistake?” Kickin mutters.
Bubba hands the letter back to his shakey wings, folded neatly. “Good luck with the lady, she sounds like a good woman,” Bubba says, and with the last word he leaves into Dogday's quarters.
God… fucking…
Why did he fall in love with the dumbest super genius lord in the kingdom? I mean that elephant is the stupidest man he has ever met!
…
And yet when he looks at the letter, he sees that his real gift was received, and his feather is nowhere to be seen.
Damnit now he has hope again… why does hope hurt him so much.
Ok new plan… what if he puts his feathers in the gayest book he can find?
No how about getting Mrs DeLight to give Bubba a lesson on homosexuality!
“Maybe you can put his name on the letter next time,” Dogday says from over his shoulder.
After his fright, Kickin turns to angrily glare at his master. “Anything but that!”