Discussion in 'mature-NSFW' started by Dejah Thoris, 9 Jun 2018.
Sometimes, I go riding on my favorite thoat, Meese.
Or I think about those I have been forced by fortune to slay.
The heat has become oppressive; it feels like it's above the melting point of water. John Carter said that such conditions were normal and comfortable for Earthians; so it was anomalous that he was comfortable here on Barsoom in as little clothing as I wear. However, when I think of the means by which he traveled between Earth and Barsoom, it all seems of a simple yet confusing piece, a piece for which I shall be ever grateful, particularly now as I again await the return of my husband.
I am impatient tonight. You have been gone too long, John Carter. Are you dead? Will you come back to me again? If you will, why don't you return now?