: STAR-CROSSED SPIES AU :

[zauberdecke]

[ Essek Thelyss had been set up on a double date by his friend Jester.

He was not one who particularly enjoyed social interactions. He had enough of them both in his profession as a model, as well as his moonlight job as a spy for the Dynasty Government. Both sides of him did not have much in the way of time for such frivolities as dates. Certainly he was seen on the arm of quite a few men, but those were for publicity only and otherwise he eschewed any such interactions.

But Jester was Jester, and she was insistent.

Jester had caught him reading some tome on the intricacies of Dunamantic Technology and said that she knew just the man for him. To which case it became a Hurricane; Hurricane Jester coming in to whisk him away. So he decided to go and then at the end of the evening he would tell Jester's mystery man that he was not interested and thank you for his time. But that did not mean that he was going to show up being anything less than the model Essek.

So of course he would dress with care; even though he was sent on crushing this man's hopes he at least wanted it known that he was quite the prize, because he did have a bit of vanity to him.

A small local restaurant was selected on the seaside of Nicodranas, where he was currently on location for a beach shoot. One that specialized in fresh seafood. He wear tight white velvet pants and an off the shoulder slinky tunic, his hair was styled immaculately with little sparkly stars that still managed to hang in those waves.

Jester had told him to carry the book and so he had it tucked underneath his alongside his little beaded clutch. He walked into the cozy little seafood restaurant and glanced around as he surveyed the people to see if he could possibly guess who his date would be. That is, if his date had even arrived yet. ]

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[zauberdecke]

[ The two of them perhaps lapsed into the sort of companionable light chatter over the meal. With Essek asking Caleb about the courses he taught, and perhaps prying for a bit of story about being a professor, since Essek was certain that Caleb probably had quite a few of them. And surprisingly, Essek found himself enjoying the time spent in a way that he had not anticipated, but then it was true that the enthusiasm shone through clearly and brightly.

It was far more benign then staring into the sun but just as incandescent.

And perhaps Essek did circle back to Caleb's areas of study, finding those fascinating as well especially his interest in Dunamancy. Perhaps Essek feigned being a dilettante when it came to that magical study but he knew far more than he let on and he could tell that Caleb was an aficionado of magic.

Perhaps it was nice to enjoy time with someone who came across as highly authentic? ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Time passed in a blur, the hours melting away until dinners were eaten and dessert ordered and also gone. They'd taken the table for the majority of the evening (Caleb would tip very well to try to make up for it).

But eventually it did have to come to an end.

But not for all that long.]

Tomorrow, shall I pick you up?

[For date numero dos?]

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[ Essek thought about it for a moment; he had agreed to it-- but there was something delightfully teasing about how he managed to prolong the anticipation just a little bit. He took out from his clutch a piece of paper and a pen and then he wrote something down on it, and then he leaned across the table.

And he tucked the piece of paper right into Caleb's pocket.

It was a slow methodical gesture, what did he write? Was it his phone number or was it something else. ]

You may pick me up, I am staying at the Lavish Chateau.

[ A raise of his brow as he then pulled back, after he patted that pocket with the slip of paper inside, and then his hand was withdrawn. What a gesture, it was a gesture of a man who knew the pull he had, but had never cared to use it predatorily until just now. This mild-mannered Professor who looked like he was not quite at home with such attentions.

Essek would never have guessed the secret that Caleb hid. ] Even a small bit of trust from me is nothing to scoff at.

[ausgebrannt]

[Essek was going to be the death of him. Caleb could tell. He could feel the heat of a blush in his cheeks as the drow leaned closer, as he found himself with something tucked quite intimately into his shirt pocket.

That ah. That shouldn't have so completely undone him, but here he was. Undone.]

Good. Ja, good. Then I suppose I'll be able to let Jester have her opportunity to gloat a little too.

[God he wanted to look at that paper right now. Would that be cool? Or uncool? Should he wait? He didn't know.

Fuck it he was going to pull it out to look at. Just a phone number, probably. Right?]

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[ There were words, not just a phone number.

You are very attractive when you blush. And then just underneath it, his cellphone number; he had seen Caleb colour only a little bit after something innocuous, so perhaps he had figured that Caleb would blush after reading the slip of paper. He shifted in his seat and pretended that he did not see Caleb taking the paper out of his pocket to view, he had already taken out a mirror to check his face and his hair to make sure that it was perfectly in place.

Not because he was vain but because he was highly fastidious. ]

For the week, I have a private villa at the Lavish Chateau.. [ One that was secluded, and had it's own pool and hot tub. ] You may pick me up at the Opal. [ Which was the cottage that he'd been lodged in.. as with all the cottages, they were reserved for high profile guests who preferred privacy.

The patio coincidentally also overlooked the beach. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Oh that definitely had him blushing, the unexpected compliment written above that phone number. He raised his gaze to Essek's in quiet surprise, but despite the blush, he smiled at him. Well, that was quite an effective little move there, Essek. Caleb was clearly flustered, but pleasantly so.

Still, he carefully tucked the paper with the number back in his pocket -- even if he would not need it since his memory was quite photographic -- and nodded.]

The Opal. Ja, I am familiar with that particular space.

[It was a good view of the sea to be certain, and Jester was good at making sure her friends were well situated when they stayed at the property.]

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[ Jester had told Essek of the parties that she held there at the Chateau, so of course Caleb would be familiar. His clutch was already out so when the waiter brought the cheque, he very quickly and gravitationally pulled it to him, before Caleb could even touch it.

Even though Caleb would not know this, the fact that he was paying for the date meant that he enjoyed himself. Normally he let others pay for him because he felt it rather like he was owed it due to his not having a good time. But he very carefully put a crisp bill inside, wrote 'keep the change' and then he pushed the black leather folder to the side casually. ]

I requested something that was a bit further afield of the Chateau, I value my privacy especially considering I spent a great deal of time in the spotlight.

[ausgebrannt]

[Caleb tried to reach for the cheque, but he was no match for gravity now was he? He offered a smile that verged on sheepish with a softly murmured danke at being treated to the meal. And tried to pretend his heart was fluttering, and hadn't been fluttering for pretty much the entire meal.

But ah yes, he nodded.]

I think I can understand that -- well, in a way. I am not someone who attracts much spotlight, but even so I do appreciate privacy, and quiet.

[Not just because he was a master of espionage and assassination, but also because he was a socially anxious nerd.]

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[ Perhaps it was Essek's fault for not being more perceptive, not looking in deeper. But why should he, this man gave off vibes of being everything that he was supposed to be, a professor of magic. It was the sort of thing that was appealing to Essek. Surprising him in an almost unlooked for way, he had indulged Jester by agreeing to this date.

And now he was indulging himself though he was going to blame it on a scientific desire to see if this man could convince him that there was something to be said for romance; him the great non-believer. ]

You are fortunate, there are times when... [ But then he thought better of it, perhaps that was not first date thoughts, but then he didn't know what those were. Even so, he got up carefully from the table and then reached for his book and his own purse. ] I suppose we should take a wager on who Jester contacts first?

[ausgebrannt]

[Caleb would utterly romance this drow. It was a terrible idea. His real job was not the sort that lent itself to an actual relationship, and he could tell very clearly that Essek Thelyss was far more than a quick hookup for fun and release. But something about the other man had called to something in him, and whatever that was it had answered, was still answering.

He was curious about what Essek had begun to say and then stopped, but he did not press for this moment, tucking it away in the back of his mind.

Instead he laughed.]

I think we will be fortunate if she is subtle enough not to just start a group chat.

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She would not--- [ Except that was an empty exclamation, he knew that she would-- if the idea occurred to her within any form or fashion. They both knew Jester, and Caleb had reminded Essek just what a force Jester was to be reckoned with. He worried his lower lip with his teeth and as he tucked the book underneath his arm and then looked to Caleb with a wry smile. ]

I suppose that we shall have to cross that bridge when we come to it, if we come to it; that is if Jester decides that is a bridge to be built in the first place.

[ A glance to Caleb; he had not thought of a quick hook-up because he was not the sort to merely hook up, he found it too messy and complicated but he rather thought of perhaps what it would be like to kiss the other man, to be kissed by him.

And that was where it crossed into highly dangerous territory. ]

Until our date then?

[ausgebrannt]

[Caleb's eyes rose very slowly because they both knew she would, yes. But he could not help a smile in return to the one that Essek fit him with. A slow nod of his head.]

I suppose we shall, ja. Or whatever other chaos she chooses to visit upon us.

[There was nothing but fondness in him as he spoke of the little blue tiefling. He stood then, and in a very bold moment, reached out for Essek's hand, taking it up to press a kiss to the back of his knuckles.]

Until our date. I'll see you tomorrow.

[And he'd go home and totally not panic the whole time. Yup.]

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[ Well that was not very fair of Caleb Widogast, the way that he took up the drow's lavender hand and then pressed a kiss onto the top of it, he watched with a stunned fascination. It was not that it was the first time, but it was how 'unpracticed' it was; most of the time those who choose to do such things had an ulterior motive, but this was. perhaps because this man wanted to do it?

He could feel his breath literally catch in his throat before finally it was expelled. ]

Until them.

[ And Essek Thelyss found that he was looking forward to it, despite his better judgement and certainly despite the fact that the voice deep inside of himself was trying to communicate that he did not have any time for something like this, certainly not with a man who clearly was quite content with his life which was full of books, teaching and cats. Despite his better judgement, he had already made the decision that he was going to follow through with it. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[It was true. Caleb, despite being an international man of mystery, was not very polished -- but he was tragically earnest despite himself, at least when he wasn't playing the part of assassin. Right now though? This was just Caleb being himself, and perhaps being a bit swept up in how something in the drow had caught his attention and drawn him in.

He smiled, nodding.

Reluctantly he released that hand and turned to go.

He'd wait until he was out of sight at least to pull out his phone and to text Jester a simple thank you which was responded to immediately by a HA I KNEW IT YOU HAVE TO TELL ME ALL ABOUT IT OH MY GOD ARE YOU SEEING HIM AGAIN CALEB ARE YOU DATING A HOT MODEL NOW?]

[zauberdecke]

[ Once Essek was in his Uber and the driver was heading off toward the hotel, he received a similar text from Jester, perhaps but a few minutes after she responded to Caleb. To which point he sent back a very perfunctory. ]

We shall see how it goes, Jester. He was rather pleasant to talk to, and so I have agreed to another date.

[ Another text, this time in all caps: "DID HE SMOOCH YOU? I WILL BE YOUR BRIDESMAID WHEN YOU BOTH GET MARRIED AND HAVE BEAUTIFUL KIDS, I WILL BE GODMOTHER JESTER AND WEAR FAIRY WINGS AND SPOIL THEM" ]

Slow your horses, wedding planner. We have not had our first date, and as for kiss-- he kissed my hand, which was nice. He was very much a gentleman.

[ausgebrannt]

[OH MY GOD YOU DIDN'T KISS HIM EXCEPT HIS HAND CALEB YOU HAVE TO BE BOLDER IT'S FINE I WILL COACH YOU IN ROMANCE]

That is a very kind offer, but I think I will manage. We have a date tomorrow.

[He would not survive Romance 101 with Professor Lavorre. But he was admittedly a bit nervous, the sort of nerves that came with butterflies. And those butterflies would be fluttering about right up to the point where he arrived at the door to the cottage at the Lavish Chateau where Essek was staying.

The Zemnian professor had a small bouquet in his hand, lavender and bluebells and vibrant purple asters, perhaps a strange little wildflower looking assortment and not the traditional roses or lilies. He raised a hand to knock, stepping back.]

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[ Honestly, Essek had not known exactly how casual or formal it would be; he had erred exactly in the middle, dressy but not too dressy. This was after debating if he would rather be overdressed or underdressed. Though the fact that they would be out of doors for a little bit certainly did guide his hand toward the wardrobe and finally he choose a pair of leather capri pants, a sleeveless turtleneck and a pair of booted heels.

It was understated but also there was care involved within it too. A few simple silver pieces, a bracelet and a pair of dangling earrings completed the look; he had just finished his makeup and was reaching for his purse when the knock on the door came. And thus he opened it to be face to face with Caleb Widogast, holding a bouquet of flowers.

He'd been the recipient of roses and lilies-- the sorts of flowers that were effusive and showy, but this? He reached for them and observed them for a long moment, they were beautiful and quite exotic to someone like him who was indeed used to the more traditional flowers-- that was because invariably a great many men lacked imagination. ] These are very beautiful, please come inside while I put them in water? [ He motioned for Caleb to come inside the little cottage that was rather elegantly appointed. ] You were right on the dot, your sense of time is impeccable Professor Widogast.

[ausgebrannt]

[Essek had clearly erred exactly correctly, utterly exquisite really. This beautiful man was so far out of his league -- both the league of his alter ego mild-mannered professor Caleb Widogast, and his spy side which was slightly less mild-mannered at the very least.

He was dressed casually, but clearly care had been taken, a pare of slim fit jeans in dark denim, and a striped button-down shirt in a soft lilac color, like he couldn't help but have Essek on his mind. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, a messenger bag slung across his chest.]

I do aim for punctuality. It is one of my more boring but steadfast virtues. [He smiled and stepped inside.]

You look lovely.

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I highly doubt you are boring in the slightest.

[ Essek said with an almost knowing smile, perhaps it was the fact that he had seen Caleb talk rather animatedly about his hyper-fixations which somehow managed to mirror his own. He was putting the flowers in a vase and arranging then in a manner that would look good, then leaned down to inhale the fragrance. ] Did Jester happen to tell you my favorite flowers? If so that would be considered cheating.

[ He approached and then lightly touched that forearm. ] But I will not hold it against you if that is indeed the case. [ His eyes slid up and down Caleb, quietly assessing though what he found there was.. well it was absolutely more than nice. ] I do not believe that there is a single boring thing about you, and I rather find punctuality admirable and attractive.

[ He pointed to his finely crafted watch. ] You arrived right on the dot, there is something very attractive about that.

[ausgebrannt]

I... no. But now that you mention that, it would have been very clever of me to ask, and I am disappointed in myself. I am usually far more cunning.

[He managed with a sheepishly self-deprecating smile. But he was also preening just a little that Essek apparently favored some of the flowers at least. He could feel those sharp violet eyes move over him, and found that he liked the thought of Essek looking at him.

His expression warmed at what the drow had to said.]

Is that so? Then I'll consider myself starting this out on the right foot.

[He offered a hand out towards Essek.]

Shall we get going then? I thought we could start at the bookstore.

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[ Almost effortlessly, Essek bypassed that hand and instead took the arm and slid his own hand into the crook, right against the forearm. He could feel the subtle muscles just underneath. A man who likely worked quite a few sigils for both work and for hobby. Also another point in his favor; for all that Essek lived a very exciting life, it was nice to not feel like the world hinged on his next move. ]

Though I will give you a hint of another flower that I do like.. jasmine, I am very fond of jasmine.

[ Essek gave away a secret, and 24 hours in retrospect-- he'd probably and likely balk at such secrets being given away, but at this moment he could not control his tongue. ]

Do you have a flower you are fond of, Professor Widogast? You strike me as the type to have a favorite flower.

[ Lead on, mystery man-- the drow was quite content to allow the other man to lead. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Caleb could get used to the way that hand fit int he crook of his arm, and he reached over with his free hand to slightly set upon Essek's ever so gently, as if making certain that it was settled and secure there before he did indeed lead on. They had a bookstore to get to, and the first start of his carefully planned date.

For his beautiful skeptic of romance.]

Jasmine? Mm... there is something very fitting about that. [A certain elegance that Essek radiated, perhaps? Also the hints of that floral scent that seemed to linger about the other man, coupled with the clear crisp scent of winter's first snow.]

Ah well... I am very fond of cornflowers. They grew all about in the hills around where I grew up. And, well, [A pause for another sheepish smile.] Dandelions. I know many consider them weeds, but they're bright and lovely. And can be made to make a very nice wine.

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[ Essek was absolutely a sceptic but perhaps this man would teach him a few things, he had found himself (despite himself) opening up to it. And the warmth of Caleb's hand over his own was not unpleasant in the slightest.

A little spot of quiet harmony in such a fast paced world.

The door was locked behind them and then very soon they were walking down the street toward the main thoroughfaire where all of the best shops were located; he may have looked up the address of a few bookstores for later but he had not pursued that yet. ]

I have never had wine made out of flowers before, and unfortunately dandelions are not so prevalent in the Dynasty-- in Roshna the plants that thrive the most are the ones that adapt to shade and night easily.

[ He cleared his throat. ] My mother would consider a dandelion beneath her..

[ though Essek did look up at Caleb ] your eyes are very cornflower adjacent.

[ausgebrannt]

Ja, that is right. The Dynasty's capital lives under the lingering night. I have heard of it, but never seen it myself.

[Eventually he assumed his missions would take him that deep into the Dynasty though. But work was not what he wanted to think about right now. Instead he wanted to let himself get lost in the company of the man on his arm.]

Many people would consider them such, I think. But that does not seem to concern the dandelions. Maybe I find that admirable too. ...and then of course, I'll admit to being fond of the whimsy of making wishes on little seeds that will float away with them on the wind.

[He found himself blinking and fighting a sudden rush of flushed pink rising in his face.] That, I think, is the nicest compliment I have ever received.

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[ There was something so unmistakably genuine about this man who blushed because his eyes had been likened to the azure of cornflowers, it was a innate desire to protect him against really just anything.. the world perhaps; his world which arguably did not have room for Professors with charming manners and cornflower blue eyes.

Essek did not know why he continued down this path, why he was even here walking down the street with this man and listening to him wax poetic about wishes and dandelion seeds.

The warmth of his palm over the back of Essek's hand did nothing to squash those near delirious thoughts of Essek Thelyss' mind-- better wisdom had all but fled as he anticipated the date (despite himself). ] I would say that perhaps you may come to the Dynasty however I know that relations between the Dynasty and Empire are tenuous at best-- it is only with my visa am I allowed even out.

[ And he'd gotten looks while he had been here for his shoot in Nicodranas, but due to the seaside cities proximity to the port and other cultures, there had been no rude slurs. He probably would not set foot in Rexxentrum where he was sure that anti-Dynasty was at it's height. ]

Are you.. from Rexxentrum?

[ He had to ask, the accent was very pronounced. This man was from deep within the Zemni Fields, perhaps pretty close to the Empire where this accent flourished. ]