2? 5? IDK, coin toss said fluffy.itsnotacurseJanuary 18 2013, 20:50:40 UTC
Things have settled down some recently, and that translates for him into "take a week off work and go somewhere fun". So he'd invited Aubrey to take a trip with him. And where better than the beach?
Stretched out on a towel, fruity drink in hand, Aubrey looks for all the world like he owns this particular stretch of beach and isn't remotely apologetic about it.
This particular stretch of beach is private property of David's cousin Rick, who's made quite a fortune gambling with his power. For all he doesn't talk to his cousin much, David could still call in a favor--after all, he got shot not too long ago. So here they are, and here comes David back from getting his own drink. Not fruity, sorry Aubrey. He did bring a new one for the other man, though.
"Why would I do that?" David asks, all innocence as he plants Aubrey's new drink in the sand. He sits beside the fae, taking a sip of his own drink. "I just figured, long as I as getting one for me, might as well get you a refill." He looks out at the water, smiling. Not quite sure what to say although it seems like he should say something.
Indonesia, essentially, was protected by two 'Untouchable' religions. Dharmic religions and Abrahamism. The spirits there were well enough safe and distant from their European "cousins'" politics. The remaining bidadari had long since learned to deal with foreigners in a civil but distant manner and had no desire to upset the balance they had with Indonesia's dominant religion despite their protection from Indra
( ... )
Things had progressed surprisingly well, all things considered; and while there had been murmurings of investigations into the disappearance of Amanda's sister, nothing ultimately had come of it. Perhaps they knew, perhaps they didn't.
Either way, there had been much rejoicing - followed by a collective sigh of relief - when the ceremony had ended and the newly weds had been packed off to whatever tropical destination had been decided on. Indonesia had always been a favorite of his, the old magic tugging at something within himself that he had never quite managed to name.
He accepeted the drink with a polite nod and a smile, taking a sip and ignoring the scrutiny - his appearance, like everything else about him, was calculated to elicit a certain response. So much so now that it had almost become second nature. "You're right," he said after a moment, pausing to savor this particular collection of flavors and finding that he was not entirely adverse. "It's not bad. Not bad at all."
She had been terrified to say the least as the murmurings reached her ears. Perhaps the more wise would have noticed she found her way more often to Aubrey's side despite keeping it so relatively chaste. Though the less wise could easily chalk it up as the intended husband and wife trying to get to know each other
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"Like what, exactly?" He already knew the answer, of course -- or, at the very least, had an inkling.
Opening up isn't really a strong point, doubly so when you considered the life that he had - and still did - live; trust was something that was earned slowly, over lifetimes.
Still, all things considered they were off to a better start than he had expected.
"Stiff as a statue," She explains, stirring the mango-something-berry-with-is-that-banana daiquiri with her straw. Her long pale legs stretch in the son and though oversize sun glasses block her eyes, her expression is clearly skeptical. "You would look absolutely the same if we were in the Antarctic chasing penguins and having seals being all cute while Orcas look offended we're in their water space."
She sips her drink and attempts to look like Aubrey, perfect like a Roman statue. She looks... utterly ridiculous. Mostly because she's trying not to giggle like mad and her cheeks and lips quiver.
Amanda also finds herself thankful she's still alive. If he wanted to kill her and say tragic accident... well, he still had what? Two weeks. "You just need to relax a little." And here she was, teasing him, asking him to relax when he probably could pass diamonds at the moment.
He tips his head, a quizzical expression to suit his mood. There is no bite to her words, however. If anything, they are teasingly light, almost affectionate.
The smile is slow, and lacks a degree of its usual sharpness: "And what, my most darling wife, would you suggest to correct this overdose of stoicism? I'm open to suggestion."
And that's the thing, she's not sure if it that's a truly quizzical expression of it it just suits what she expects. It's entertaining and frustrating at the same time but maybe it's just the booze in the long run.
Until he smiles. And she's fairly sure as her heart just about leaps that the smile is true. She fancies it. "Well, there are a lot of things and I'm fairly skeptical. We are in Paradise, the sky is blue as your eyes, and you have a drink. If that's not making you unstoic I do have a few things I want to try."
"I'm a terrible student. Awful. Miserable. Daddy Dearest did me the only favor by sweeping me off to become a Magical Fairy Princess before graduating college. My grades in math and science were just passing. So don't mind if my poetry is pretty trashy."
She sips her drink again, tilting her head at it, as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. The crystals of ice and fruit and the water dripping down the glass. And the umbrella. That was utterly cute. "If I told you, you'd be prepared and you'd be utterly stoic."
Amanda had no earthly idea why she wasn't afraid. She just. Wasn't. Maybe it was him disposing the body.
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Either way, there had been much rejoicing - followed by a collective sigh of relief - when the ceremony had ended and the newly weds had been packed off to whatever tropical destination had been decided on. Indonesia had always been a favorite of his, the old magic tugging at something within himself that he had never quite managed to name.
He accepeted the drink with a polite nod and a smile, taking a sip and ignoring the scrutiny - his appearance, like everything else about him, was calculated to elicit a certain response. So much so now that it had almost become second nature. "You're right," he said after a moment, pausing to savor this particular collection of flavors and finding that he was not entirely adverse. "It's not bad. Not bad at all."
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Opening up isn't really a strong point, doubly so when you considered the life that he had - and still did - live; trust was something that was earned slowly, over lifetimes.
Still, all things considered they were off to a better start than he had expected.
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She sips her drink and attempts to look like Aubrey, perfect like a Roman statue. She looks... utterly ridiculous. Mostly because she's trying not to giggle like mad and her cheeks and lips quiver.
Amanda also finds herself thankful she's still alive. If he wanted to kill her and say tragic accident... well, he still had what? Two weeks. "You just need to relax a little." And here she was, teasing him, asking him to relax when he probably could pass diamonds at the moment.
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The smile is slow, and lacks a degree of its usual sharpness: "And what, my most darling wife, would you suggest to correct this overdose of stoicism? I'm open to suggestion."
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Until he smiles. And she's fairly sure as her heart just about leaps that the smile is true. She fancies it. "Well, there are a lot of things and I'm fairly skeptical. We are in Paradise, the sky is blue as your eyes, and you have a drink. If that's not making you unstoic I do have a few things I want to try."
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...that his new wife is oddly endearing when not afraid of him is just a bonus, really. "Oh? Do tell?"
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She sips her drink again, tilting her head at it, as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. The crystals of ice and fruit and the water dripping down the glass. And the umbrella. That was utterly cute. "If I told you, you'd be prepared and you'd be utterly stoic."
Amanda had no earthly idea why she wasn't afraid. She just. Wasn't. Maybe it was him disposing the body.
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"I do hope this lives up to the hype."
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