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[heresyandlace]

"I'm sorry that I'm away from my device. Please leave me a message and I will get back to you when I can."

[BEEP.]

[open for voice, text, video, or shared files.]

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[heresyandlace]

Goodness, you take things seriously, don't you? I was just teasing. We do that, he and I.

And I really haven't lied to you once. I'd said that it seemed likely that he'd know, and I really am surprised that he doesn't.

[noctiphile]

Perhaps I'm simply unaccustomed, then. Friendships are a new concept.

Why would it be likely? He hardly seems a deviant.

[heresyandlace]

[there is a significant pause there. he might be laughing a bit...]

He doesn't? Maybe you haven't spent as much time with him as I'd thought.

And if friendships are new to you, let me reassure you. Everything I've said to you has either been in the spirit of truth or fun.

[noctiphile]

I can assure you that none of what you said was reassuring in the slightest.

[And yet he's still smiling.]

Though I suppose the mystery is rather thrilling.

[heresyandlace]

You already know that I'm one of night's creatures.

It's in my nature to be a little bit mysterious.

[noctiphile]

And I do love you for it. Even if I'm near dying from curiosity. At least give me a clue.

[heresyandlace]

[oh, he suddenly wishes the video feed was on for this.]

Are we friends, Mattias?

[noctiphile]

[there's that word again. Unlike with Robin, this time fills him with trepidation. It felt like there was a wrong answer, a careful line to tread.]

I'd like it if we were. Would it be wrong of me to say yes?

[heresyandlace]

That depends. Would you be lying?

[noctiphile]

No. Not about this.

[heresyandlace]

Then you have to stop taking things so seriously, for a start.

I tease my friends. It's a sign of affection.

[noctiphile]

Then that's what all this was? Teasing?

[Affection? It's an odd idea but not an unpleasant one. Better than the alternatives, by far. He struggles to write the next message, but only in order to make it sound... a bit less formal.]

I guess I could try that out. But you might have to be patient. I'll likely forget myself.

[heresyandlace]

Practice makes perfect. I'm sure you'll get the hang of it.

[noctiphile]

So, does this mean no clue?

[heresyandlace]

You haven't seen my real face.

But maybe you've guessed that already.

[noctiphile]

The eyes were a bit of a tip. It means something in my world though it seems unlikely now.

[heresyandlace]

Oh? Enlighten me.

[noctiphile]

Eye colors change depending on the god one hosts. Sometimes they're natural colors, sometimes they're pink. Or gold. Or black.

Something tells me that's not the case with you.

[heresyandlace]

[there's a pause while he mulls this over.]

It's maybe not so different, actually. Our eyes vary according to the element that we house and control. Little pieces of something greater.

And I have chosen not to hide mine.

[noctiphile]

[Interesting. So it's the same between worlds.]

Is that my cue to guess?

[He laughs as he writes it.]

Love?

[heresyandlace]

[and oh is he laughing while he reads it]

Love?

[as if he didn't 'hear' it the first time.]

[noctiphile]

Yes. Hearts are pinkish. Sort of. In an abstract way.

[heresyandlace]

[he is so... tickled by this...]

I don't think anyone has ever made this association with me before.

It's cute.

[noctiphile]

[ oh... well... thank god this is text and not video because he is blushing something furious. ]

Really? I thought it was the obvious choice.

[ A minute later: ]

Goddess, that sounded like I was flirting with you.

[heresyandlace]

[also messing around with settings now, trying to find a way to save this whole conversation to his personal drive. he's loving this too much.]

Yes, it did.