Ocean's 1100 CE

"You have got to stop losing letters like this."

The ability to shapeshift into a bat was useful when it came to museum heists. Security might wonder how a bat even got into the building, but they'd call Animal Control instead of rushing down themselves. Demetri, of course, pointedly ignored Stefan's commentary.

Maybe he was embarrassed. This was the third time this decade that Demetri's old correspondence had turned up in a museum, all unsent letters from that period in the 1400s. "Emails are a thing now, and far harder for historians to steal."

Demetri focused on picking the lock, as Stefan looked away from a rainbow flag. Ugh, even museums were capitalizing on Pride Month to attract visitors. Stefan glanced down at the display card "A letter from a nobleman to his..."

He stopped.

Looked again.

Leaned over to read the letter.

"My dearest, you will never read this letter, and I know not if I will ever be able to tell you in person..."

Ugh, this wasn't a letter to that illiterate milkmaid was it? "...my nightshade wreath..."

That was Stefan's exclusive nickname, and this was a love-letter! "What the fuck, 'Metri, why didn't you ever say anything?"