[The week of Christmas, there's a knock at Iona's door, but no one on the other side: just a small package wrapped in gray paper, containing this necklace and a note reading Merry Christmas, and I hope you wear it in good health. Your friend, Allison]
[Outside of Iona's door, is a large mahogany box with the carved image of a Bonghwang (aka Fenghuang) perched on a tree. Inside is a handheld mirror, along with a brush and comb. All three are gold-colored and intricately designed, but the mirror and brush both have emeralds decorating their bases; the Bonghwang is carved along their handles as well.
A note is attached to the outside of the box, simply reading, Happy Yule, Iona. From Billy. And thank you, for everything so far. Judging by the unkempt appearance of the handwriting, Billy actually took the time to write the note himself despite his limited literacy.]
Found something that made me think of you while I was... reading. Hope you enjoy, love.
tell me stories with your tongue in my mouth share your bare language pressed to my ear sweat out your heartbreak your skin to my skin touch down from your trip on intimate strips of your garb dropped ‘round your feet all unconscious movements sense a way home again where each intimacy spoken loose broken sentences reach every mute mouthing let them fly south unaddressed and here at the end we’ll begin
[On the morning of New Year's Day, a basket containing six fresh sugared raised yeast donuts was delivered to Iona's door with a tag tied to the basket.]
Left Outside Her Door
Thank you for your aid in my time of need.
-Thor
no subject
no subject
A note is attached to the outside of the box, simply reading, Happy Yule, Iona. From Billy. And thank you, for everything so far. Judging by the unkempt appearance of the handwriting, Billy actually took the time to write the note himself despite his limited literacy.]
voice;
tell me stories
with your tongue
in my mouth
share your bare
language
pressed to my ear
sweat out your heartbreak
your skin to my skin
touch down
from your trip
on intimate strips
of your garb
dropped ‘round your feet
all unconscious
movements sense
a way home again
where each intimacy spoken
loose broken sentences reach
every mute mouthing
let them fly south unaddressed
and here at the end
we’ll begin
Delivery
Many blessings to you this new year.