They say you're a dame, but you're more like a damn girl to me. I know we ain't talked before none, on account of you being a white hat and me not liking British food, but I feel like that's a big-time fuck-up on the universe's part. 'Cause think about it - we could be epic. Me robbing banks, taking from the rich, giving to the me, and you, assassinating whoever it is you assassinate (assholes, right? That's your Creed, ain't it?).
I could buy you a real pretty gun, and you could wear pants (and wear the pants, if you get my drift) whenever you wanted. I know you're from long ago, and I hope it don't offend you none to think of women loving women, but we both know men ain't shit and this is the only way to get out of life without being their mama when they need help remembering to wash their ass and wear a coat 'cause it's chilly.
And if that don't convince you, your eyes are like sparkling sapphires and all that - and I wanna rob 'em. Be mine, Valentine. 'Cause if you say yes, I'll take care of your stuffed animal problem - and then I just might stuff your animal. Hope you like dynamite, hon, 'cause I wanna bang.
XOXOXO
Ashe
[ ooc - THREE CHARACTERS EACH have the urge to write love letters today to people. ]