❀| Town of Salem

Letters (Medium/Blackmailer)

a request for someone on amino. they wanted me to write about a medium performing a seance for their lover. 

they didn't specify what role the person they were trying to seance was supposed to be, so i uh kinda just, did blackmailer cause i'm guilty of shipping it??? they also didn't specify who was dead and who wasn't??

i'm pretty scared of uploading this cause in my mind, this honestly sucks a lot. i tried to go for a poem-ish style, but it clearly failed as you can see. hopefully y'all can somehow find enjoyment in this. so yes i will treasure your constructive criticism. 

also, lover's mode rules don't apply to this btw. 

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She spoke to the dead, a medium she was.
He used one's darkest secret against them, a blackmailer he was.
She spoke and spoke and spoke.
He wrote and wrote and wrote.
The ghosts would appear from her crystal ball.
The ink would drip from the quill in his hand.
She did it all for the town.
He did it all for the mafia.

Any other would not understand them.
A small, timid woman was all they saw.
A notorious, intimidating man was all they saw.

They knew each other better than any other.
A young, kind woman was what he saw.
A bright, sweet man was what she saw.

With the quill in his hand, he would write a letter.
Each word written in elegance.
Each sentence perfectly tailored.
Each paragraph inscribed with affection.

He built her a sentence out of words. 
A paragraph out of sentences.
A letter out of paragraphs.
Each word laced with care.
Each sentence dripping warmth.
Each paragraph a symbol of their love. 

For every night that would pass.
She'd receive a letter.
And every night.
She'd fall deeper and deeper in love.

When he died, she did not cry.
Instead, she took out her crystal ball.
The voices are there now.
Different tones, different pitches.
She only talks to one of them.
The one that speaks with fondness.
The voice of his.
That she loved dearly.