Pollux sat his head on his paw, mulling over his words. He may be a writer, but his forte was in writing horror short stories, not love letters. He wanted it to be good, too. Castor, his darling boyfriend, deserved only the best he could give him - especially given how he's been so supportive and great about helping with his nightmares. Nothing he had managed to come up with so far, though, was enough. Pollux's thoughts turned to some of the things Castor had told him before when he'd been stuck in his creative endeavors. He'd once advised him to always create from his heart, because when he poured his heart into his creations they always shined that much more. Pollux supposed, then, that the same advice would apply here, and that Castor would probably greatly appreciate getting a love letter full of all the private mushy-gushy things that Pollux thinks about him but struggles to say sometimes. It'd be embarrassing, but that would be alright. The letter would be for Castor's eyes only, after all.
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