Private Way That I'm Going

[Makai Dashiell]

Wearing | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | L3-37 | Interacting With : Myra Arceneau Dashiell

"But only if you say please."

"Not to worry, I do have impeccable manners."

Ignoring the little flick of water - an attempt at escalation - Makai gently took the offending hand. They weren't sitting far apart but he used the opportunity to pull her closer on the smooth stone bench. Water rippled across the warm springs at the movement, gently lapping against the rock walls.

The half-Galan threaded his fingers with hers, hand still captured, lips meeting hers.

LATER

In continuation with his day of anniversary celebrations conveniently set inside caverns, Makai had booked dinner at a restaurant set inside a grotto. One of a kind, they would be dining at sunset with the much requested champagne. It would be amusing to see if Ellie had a reaction to yet more time spent surrounded by what appeared to be some type of porous limestone.

Buttoning up his black shirt, the half-Galan was channeling a bit of a 'uncle-on-vacation' look with his dinner attire. Makai didn't seen an opportunity to wear white often, choosing grays and blues, so it was odd to see the contrast. Business versus some well needed time off.

Catching his wife's eye in the mirror, he broke into a boyish grin as he mentally debated how many buttons to leave unbuttoned. Three? Four seemed to be bordering on highly inappropriate. Maybe if he was still single....

"You know." A small pause, a lift of his eyebrows. "I never said please."

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x | Tag: Makai Dashiell


In the mirror's reflection, Myra's gaze narrowed just a touch, those grey eyes reflecting calculating amusement. She gave a soft playful scoff as she applied a final swipe of gloss, she tilted her head, letting her earrings catch the low cavern light.

"Well," she purred out, standing with languid purpose as she approached him, her heels making just enough sound to echo against the stone, "you had your chance to beg, sweetheart."

She ran a finger along the edge of the black collar of his shirt; slow, deliberate, down towards where he was still vacillating how many buttons to leave scandalously open. As much as she enjoyed the view, she also didn't want too many other eyes ogling him as well.

"But since we're apparently skipping manners tonight…"

A beat passed, then her lips curved in amusement, a veritable minx dancing in her eyes.

"Challenge accepted."

She didn't say it sweetly. She said it like a promise. Like a warning. Like a contract had just been signed in champagne and bad decisions.

"You best be sure about this little game you started, Makai. Because by the end of it, you might just need to take a week off to remember how your knees work."

A wicked glint flashed in her eyes as she turned toward the grotto exit, calling over her shoulder, voice all honey and hellfire --

"Now c'mon, husband. Sunset waits for no man and your wife is hungry.... and you're already one 'please' behind."

 

[Makai Dashiell]

Wearing | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | L3-37 | Interacting With : Myra Arceneau Dashiell

"You did enough begging for the both of us back in the hot springs, sweetheart."

The half-Galan was highly amused at this little exchange. What had gotten into his wife was beyond him but he wasn't going to complain. Perhaps it had been distance and time apart. Or, the more likely scenario, Ellie was finding great amusement in their exchange and wanted to keep enjoying the fun. With much of their lives either taken up by business or the girls, a different change of pace.

"I'm very confident in my game, don't worry about what I've got going on."

Settling at an appropriate number of buttons, Makai rolled his eyes at her 'warnings'. There was no need to respond beyond the action, it would already add fuel to the bonfire known as Myra Elspeth Arceneau. Part of her the over-the-top sassiness too might have stemmed from wanting dinner, perhaps bordering on the edge of hangry.

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Seated on the edge of the grotto against the railing, the sun was setting in spectacular show of oranges, reds, and dusky purple. Mirroring over the ocean, the light cast a unique glow in the odd restaurant. Champagne was already flowing and he raised his glass in a toast. It wouldn't be him if he didn't get a little sappy.

"To us. We're only getting started on this adventure but there's no one else I'd want at my side. Each year has only gotten better and I can't wait to see what the future holds."

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x | Tag: Makai Dashiell

Myra clinked her glass to Makai's with a soft tink, lips already quirking into a knowing smirk before he'd even finished the toast. It was a very lovely and sweet one what softened her expression and prompted a quick kiss on the lips for him.

"You get one bottle of champagne in you and suddenly you're all poetry and romance," she teased, eyes glittering in the golden light. As if she wasn't the one who had a tendency of getting white girls drunk with one glass of chardonnay too many.

But after a sip, she turned to face him fully, resting her elbow on the railing, chin in hand as the breeze stirred her curls.

"Be honest with me," she said, voice softer now. Still coated with a quiet tease, but threaded with something warmer.

"Is this what you imagined life would be? Sitting in a grotto restaurant, toasting anniversaries with the so called Trade Princess. Years in kids, chaos, and still somehow managing to like each other?" Considering everything they had to go to to get to here, it was a bit crazy.