A letter slides under the Sin’s door. No one will be found as the messenger, but the letter is sighed and the author is clear. The letter reads:

Dear Lust,

I love you. I love you, and I wanted to tell you some things, so if you would be kind enough to read them, I would appreciate that.

A while ago you asked me whether or not I would be comfortable with having sex with you. I said that “comfortable” was no longer the question. It has not been for a long time. I think it has somehow ended up that I am comfortable with everything—or nothing, I cannot really tell.

Please do not think this means I do not want you. I do. I just cannot act on it. It is just how I am, I suppose. 

Please do not think you are hurting me. It hurts more when you say you only want me if I want you, because…
It is selfish, but I want you to want me enough for both of us. I want that, please. Maybe this is a selfish wish. You are not obligated to grant it, and do not think that you are.

I also do not want you to try and fix me. I think it is too late for that. I just would like you to accept me as I am, if that is not too much to ask.

I hope this was able to convey my feelings. If not… I apologize.

Sincerely Love,

Humility

The silence of the Sin’s house was suddenly interrupted by the sound of paper shifting on the wooden floor. In the living room, the younger version of Lust sat up from the sofa, ears perked from the disturbance. He moved to his feet and headed into the hallway, head tilted.

“What’s this?”He stooped low and picked up the paper from the floor. His eyes moved over the letter as he read silently, and once finished, he frowned. “Hmmph, vile. Hey, you’re still in the house, right?”

From the kitchen, the current Lust said,“Yes~ What do you want~?” When there wasn’t a reply, he groaned and found the other in the hallway. “What’s that~?”

“Mail for you.”

The Sin snatches it from the other and starts to read over it, wanting to get through it so he could yell at his younger self for snooping through his stuff. But once he began, and saw the familiar handwriting, he froze and started over.

About halfway though, his ears started to lower, and he found himself getting uneasy. “Ohh~”

“What? Lover quarrels?”

“No~ Not even close~ We’re not fighting, he’s trying to get me to understand~”

The younger Lust rolled his eyes and headed back into the living room. “And?”

“And I understand~”

apersonificationofhumility:

He decided to follow the advice he had been given—write a letter to Lust, tell him how he felt about things.

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