“I missed you, Dark. Very much.” I smirk teasingly, eyes dancing.

And I you, My darling Grace.

(His black eyes hold a glint of some deeper emotion, as if He’s contemplating stealing you away immediately. Q&A be damned. But He holds Himself in check.)

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Mostly, I write stuff. And, like the Egyptians and the Internet, I put cat pictures on my walls. Also, I can read your Tarot.