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[ Part of why he enjoys flirting with Evie so much- sometimes she's like a one-woman fan club. He loves it. It just makes him want to lavish more attention on her. ]

I propose that you set a date.

Upon that date, I shall take you on a tour of worlds so phantasmagorical, you shall feel as if you have entered the most pleasant dream of your life. Then perhaps, you will know how I feel every time I see your smile.

[She grins, reading, and turns to her desk, pulling out the fancy paper planner Dizzy had gotten her for her birthday, flipping pages until she could see the current calendar. There were lots of symbols in the date boxes, all drawn in red or blue glittery gel pens, but no words or numbers to be seen. She taps her chin, then moves her finger between two empty boxes, before turning back to her phone.]

I'm free this Saturday, and next Wednesday, in terms of full days. And I have a feeling this will be an all-day trip, if you're calling it phantasmagorical. I wouldn't want to cut our time short because I over-scheduled.

Which day would you prefer, before I mark it on my calendar?

[ Y types a comment that there is a decent chance that their day will be interrupted by some kind of villain or catastrophe anyway, but decides against it. It feels that way sometimes, as a superhero (though he usually avoids applying the term to himself). But best not to think that way. ]

Give me until Wednesday if you'd be so kind. Though the wait will be painful, as I ever yearn for the thrill of bringing you joy, it will give me time to perfect an itinerary that will please as much as possible.

[ Part of him is flat out going 'oooh, I'm gonna win so many boyfriend points!' ]

[She picks up her red pen and draws a heart on Wednesday, then flips a few pages to find the week in question and writes the note about their date in her round, looping cursive.]

Of course. I'll miss you until then.
I miss you already.

You know what they say of abscenes, hearts and fondness, my darling.

I do, indeed. <3<3<3<3

Doesn't mean I don't miss you.

A bittersweet delight, a thorn that makes me bleed joy. To know that it stings to be apart, makes me feel adored and yet it hurts to know you long for me.

Would it perhaps soothe if I shared an image?

[ He also has a nice way of saying 'do you want nudes?' ]

It does help that I can read your eloquent words and hear your voice in my head saying them.

I always enjoy seeing your face.

That is a small comfort, but one I will hold dearly.

[ Face it is! He has one hand over his eye, but with the fingers barely parted. He's framed it so she can see his scrying orb over his shoulder, depicting Evie's own lovely face. It's quite a sizable globe, with three rings around it. One black, one gold, one silver. ]

As you can see, after seeing you, it's hard to turn my gaze to anything else.

And yet you hide from me? Cover your own handsome face with your hand? That hardly seems fair.

[She pouts, knowing he can still see her.]

Perhaps I should make myself a veil. Then we'll both be bereft.

I feared revealing it all at once. In case your heart could not handle it.

[ Which is why she gets a second- this time with his hand covering the other side of his face, the X on his eyepatch barely visible between his fingers but the sparkling blue of his eye now clear. ]

I think you just like being a tease. You really think my heart so weak?

[She is totally saving that pic to her phone right now, though.]

No...

[ The next one is a video. It starts with both hands over his face. Slowly they move away, but thick fog unfurls from his palms as he does, concealing his face in a swirl of white that matches his hair. A quick puff of air from his lips makes his smile appear, but nothing more as the video ends. ]

But I am very handsome.

I've never said you weren't. But this just proves my point. You're being a wicked tease.

Hmm. And is that wicked good, or bad?

[ Since she uses it to mean both. ]

Yes.

[If he's going to be cryptic, then so is she.]