Explicit usage of words written in delicate penmanship. Just like Abel, whose beauty was out of this world with a dark soul the complete opposite of his beautiful shell. Aries felt like she could hear his voice while reading his ridiculous letter.
"There's no doubt he's the sender of these letters," she murmured, peeling her eyes away from the letter to the poor crow. It had been flying back and forth to deliver unimportant memoranda.
Aries raised her hand, extending it to pat its head cautiously. "I won't be replying anymore," she said, following Abel's instruction. "Thank you."
She jumped away when the crow cawed and flew away. For a second, her heart raced, watching the crow fade into the dark.
"Even if he is crazy, I didn't think he can make a raven fly a note," came out a whisper, in awe that Abel was using a crow to deliver his correspondence. "Well, he is Abel. What else can he not do?"
