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Ah, so everything has been arranged, right down to a scattering of candles and lights hung from trees to give it an almost mystical appeal. Where is this exactly? Sabella's secluded little part of the island, originally stumbled upon on one of her runs through the forest with Logan. The food is set up to one side, and there's a small table in the very center of the clearing. And, as promised, the only natural light is the shine of starts through the small break in the canopy overhead. Sabella is currently guiding both Amara and Padraig to the area, unusually quiet tonight.
And Padraig is bearing a hefty grin as he first takes in the area. He's dressed in a rather beautiful black, pin-striped suit that a certain second-in-command had brought for him, with a black shirt and dark, metallic tie. Silver cufflinks peep out from under his cuffs, and his hair has been fully dealt with, currently held back into a loose ponytail, but it's more sleek and shiny than usual. With his lady friend still wearing her rather fetching blindfold, he does finally come to a stop form guiding her, with a gentle "Stop there, babe." and moves around behind her, slowly but surely undoing the blindfold anf removing it. "There."
If there is one thing that Amara is not used to, it is being blind. Even in the still of night she has superb vision. This is why she constantly plays with the blind fold worn, not removing it or peeking, simply rubbing her eyes. This evening she has chosen to wear a rather slinky, form fitting red gown with thin straps. She was told to look dressy, after all. "Is this really neccessary?" she asks softly, her steps slow but sure. See how confident she walks when being led blindly by her lover? As the blind fold is removed, she blinks several times to adjust her eyes. Sabella might see the suprise in her eyes as she takes in the area, but Padraig can more than notice her lack of words.
The table is already set up for dinner, candlelit with a small vase of flowers in the center. The vase is in the shape of a man and a woman intertwined around one another, and inside rests a rather large number of lilacs, how Sabella managed to get them out of season is a mystery, but there they are. Sabella can quite easily see in the dark, though probably not as well as Amara, but for now, her eyes are flickering over the setup rather than the girl's reaction. She remains silent as she moves towards a small stereo, flipping on soft, romantic music.
Not everyone has great night vision, but at least Padraig's had time to let his eyes adjust somewhat. He leans forward and rest a soft, brushing kiss on Amara's shoulder. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" He throws a truly appreciative and thankful glance towards Sabella, mouth quirking into a smile at the music. "And it's just for you." he murmurs, by way of conclusion. Now for the reaction.
Just.. for.. her? Amara blinks as the words sink in, her eyes mainly focused on the flowers on the table. "Lilacs," she comments, as if their appearance has completely stunned her. Her eyes pass by Sabella, lingering for a moment, before settling on Padraig. "Whatever for?" she finally manages to say, struck with disbelief.
Sabella feels the eyes on her and glances back for a moment. Even in the deepest black Amara could tell there was something wrong with the woman through her eyes, but she doesn't give Amara enough time to think about it as she glances away and moves from the two of them to begin setting up the actual dinner on plates. She'll let them have their privacy for now.
"Because," Padraig begins, "You're great. And Sabella offered to do this for us, so I thought 'what better way to spend some quality time with you?'." His lips quirk into a soft smile as his eyes become adoring. He's all gooey. Aww. There's another grateful look to Sabella, and he murmurs "Thank you, Sabella. It's wonderful."
"Perhaps I simply cannot understand," Amara mumbles, once more moving her eyes from Padraig to the area about her. "Such a beautiful location, so wonderfully decorated. I have not done a thing to deserve it." As Padraig thanks Sabella, she merely nods, but does keep the woman in her line of view. Something.. just isn't right.
"You've lightened his life with love Amara, that's deserving of more beauty than this island could ever hold" Ah, so she finally speaks. Sabella smiles and nods to them both as she steps away from the food. "Everything is set up. Padraig I'm sure you can handle it from here." She begins to move around the two, making her way in the direction towards the path. "Oh.. " she glances back. "This grove? It's yours now. When you two need to just away, there will be a place for it." Aww, she's giving them her grove. It's not like she's ever going to be having romantic dinners here, so it should go to those deserving.
Padraig nods again to Sabella as she speaks, and a look of concern touches his eyes. "You're talking as though you don't ever think you'll be needing it again." The concern appears to have reached his voice as well. "But... thank you." He moves an arm to carefully snake its way around Amara, offering a silent touch of adoration.
Okay, now this is getting creepy. For something that is supposed to be a happy suprise, there is too much depression in the air. "Would that not make you deserving of much the same thing, Sabella?" she finally speaks. "For, while it may be different in love, you have brought a love to me all the same." She doesn't comment on the grove. It's something she doesn't understand, and figures is best left for girltalk. As Padraig's arm touches her, she finds herself smiling and attempting to lean her head against him. "I do thank you for your efforts, though. It is truly a thing of beauty."
Sabella glances to Padraig and shakes her head. "I won't be needing it." She assures and frowns at Amara for a moment as she speaks. "Thank you, sweetheart." she nods in appretiation for the words, but right now, she just can't handle it. "I'll leave you two to peace." she smiles again before slowly sliding out of view.
"Sabella..." Padraig tries to call after her, still his voice etched with concern. "Just..." He slowly shakes his head and sighs, before turning to Amara. "Babe, did I tell you yet how gorgeous you look?" He lightens his tone a little, but there's still the worry for Sabella in there.
Amara continues to watch the path Sabella took long after Padraig would have lost sight of her. Even after she loses sight of her, herself. "Another time," she whispers, a soft promise that the two would speak about this. "Hrm?" Padraig pulls her from her thoughts and causes her to blush. "Actually, no, but I was not expecting you to, either. Just.. what exactly is all this?"
A somewhat reproachful look hits Padraig's features. "And why wouldn't I tell you? You -are- beautiful, you know. And tonight, you're a vision." Again he smiles softly, even adoringly. "Like I said, it's just because you're wonderful and I want to spend time with you away from the everyday life of the island." He makes a light gesture towards the table, offering her somewhere to go.
Again Amara's cheeks flush. Compliments are something she's used to, but this is somehow different. "I only dressed as suggested. I would hate to have arrived under dressed for such an event." She allows herself to be led towards the table and promply sits. "I signed on for this knowing that there would be little time away from the island, but a getaway now and again certainly is needed. Especially when it is with you." Awww. She's being sappy.
Padraig smiles broadly at that little blush as he seats himself and prepares to begin dishing out the beginnings of food, though first taking time to pour a pair of glasses of wine, not bothering to ask if she wants one. No argument is allowed. "Don't think you could ever manage being underdressed, babe. You're always looking damn fine." Its his turn to look a little flattered, and he brings one hand forward to offer up for physical contact. "You do know how much I think of you, don't you? How much I enjoy the time we spend together, as well as other stuff." He smiles, a little cheekily, before using one hand to uncover the first parts of food.
Amara watches Padraig carefully as he pours her wine and prepares the food. Isn't this a bit of a flashback? "I am.. pleased.. that you think so." That hand is noted and physical contact is made. The blush finally fades as she grows more accustomed to the situation. "I honestly would have no clue how much you think of me, Padraig, for I cannot look inside your mind. Although your words are quite flattering, and I hope that you know the same holds true with me. You have taught me to care, when I did not think it at all possible."
"-Quite- flattering?" Padraig reproaches, giving her hand a brief squeeze, "You've always been able to care, you just needed someone to care about." Completely immodest, but his broad grin proves his attempt at humour. "I, er,-" he searches for the words, "I care about you. A lot. I'd do anything for you. In fact, I think..." He trails off to look directly into her eyes. "I think I'm falling in love with you." It comes out in a rush, the face becoming vulnerable. This could -hurt-.
The grin brings out a soft smile from Amara. Her eyes twinkle as best they can in the lack of light, although they do not hold the emotion that they should. Too bad Paddy can't see in the dark. "Either way, I am glad that you have given me reason to care." As he begins to speak, the smile instantly fades. Now this is something she's been through more than her fair share of times, each time with a person she could barely stand. A rush of emotions hit her, and she quickly tries to make sense of it all. "Seriously?" she finally asks, her voice a mere whisper.
Bang. Now -that- is something like fear written all over Padraig's face. "It's... Its the truth." he manages, eyes full of hope for some sort of acceptance or at least acknowledgement. "I... I'm sorry if you didn't want to hear it. Forget I said it." One single word from her baring his soul completely. Poor guy.
The same fear would have been seen on Amara's face, if she were willing to show it. While she has changed in many ways, some things still remain the same. "Padraig," she says softly, rising from her seat. She slowly approaches him and wraps her arms about his chest, holding herself close to him. "I never said that I did not wish to hear it. I just.. wanted to make certain that is how you felt. I... feel the same way." Again, the last words are whispered. Someone's feeling a bit out of place.
With his arms slowly rising to wrap around her, and the familiar flicker of concentration whipping across his face, Padraig closes his eyes and revels in the touch against her. "You do?" His voice is gentle, surprised even. "Oh, babe." He turns his head, opening his eyes to drop a single, soft kiss into her hair. He stays where he is for a long moment, before something clicks into his mind. "Maybe we should eat before everything gets cold?"
When Amara becomes overly warm, without being outright hot, she becomes extremely weak and fatigued. The moment that Padraig wraps his arms around her and kisses her on her head causes a similar reaction. Her eyes widen, but are hidden from his view. "I refused to say anything due to what happened the last time. I was unwilling to show such emotion just to..." Her words trail off as she shakes her head. She pulls away from the hug just enough to look up into his eyes. "Oh, right. I would hate to ruin your suprise for me."
"Shhh. You know I can never forgive myself for last time, but... I promise... never do anything to hurt you." There's a moment's determination in his voice, before it softens again as he returns her look. "It's more Sabella's surprise than mine. I'm not even sure what we're eating." A little smile twitches at the corners of his mouth, and his eyes of full of adoration. An obvious effort of will is required to tear his gaze off her, and he looks back to the table. "Sit. Eat. Drink."
Be merry. And oh, how merry she will be. "You were still part of the suprise," she points out as she, too, looks back to the table. She holds herself close for a moment longer before sighing and retaking her seat. Her wine glass is lifted into the air for. "To us? As long as the fates may allow?"
Seating himself, Padraig corrects, "To us. Forever." He clinks his glass against her own before taking a long draught of it. "Mmm. That's nice." he approves, before looking down to the plates set in front of them. "Well, babe. Thank you for coming along, and I hope you have a wonderful evening. Grace." And with that set out of the way, he takes up his cutlery and begins to work at the food.
"Forever." Amara finds herself mouthing the word, although her mind cannot allow her to believe it is true. Not with where they are, the jobs they will take on. Her soft smile returns as she sips the wine as well. "Very nice," she agress, before looking down at her food. "It could not be any more wonderful at this point, Padraig, and I have yet to sample the food. Thank you." And then the food is sampled, and her smile only grows.
Forever means until they die, of course. Padraig's first couple of mouthful's of food enrapture him so completely that he falls silent, though he can't help but gaze adoringly over the table. "Y'know, coming to this island was the best thing that ever happened to me. I meet you, I find people of a similar midset, I can train without interruptions from work, I can be a mutant and not care about anything else. And, of course, I get to take my revenge on those who've attacked us." His head tilts to one side as he munches thoughtfully on a forkful.
Somehow, Amara did not plan on dying anytime soon. She is more worried of something with their work driving the two apart. His gaze is returned as lovingly as possible, the bites she takes much smaller but more rapid then his. "I know for a fact that coming here has changed my life for the better. While being a lowly thief did earn me whatever I wished in life, I knew there was more that I could be doing with my abilities. It is an honor to fight beside everyone here, to work for Lord Magneto for the cause." She pauses to sip more of her wine, most of her food gone by this point. Someone hasn't eaten in a while. "I doubt that I would have ever met you, had I not come here. That, in itself, makes the experience worth while." So sappy, so romantic, so unlike what she's used to. Time to change the topic. "Are you prepared for our trip to Russia? I have been there before, so I am already equipped. I bought several thick jackets and tore the linings out of them, so as not to appear too suspicious."
Padraig watches her eat with interest, though he doesn't comment on how quickly she's consuming her food. "An honour? Maybe to work for Magneto, but some people round here are pricks." Who, isn't elaborated on, and Padraig munches away happily, a little smile coming to his face at her words, twisted slightly to make it more sly. "Toxin came round to see me the other day. She's sorting out everything I need. And, of course,-" A twinkle appears in his eye. "-she's sorted out the adjustments to my uniform. Just wait 'til you see me in it. I'm rather sexy, if I say so myself." He pauses to take another large sip of wine, "Any ideas what we're actually doing in Russia? Toxin wouldn't tell me."
Amara's eating patterns are much like her sleeping patterns. Hard to figure out and best not to comment on. "There are ways to deal with everyone on this island, and usually everyone gets what is coming to them. I still prefer the island over college." Her smile grows as she looks to him, a hint of knowledge dancing in her eyes. "I cannot wait until I see you in uniform. I do not believe you have seen mine." Now there's a scary thought. "We will be better informed of the mission once we take flight. I know little more than you, I am afraid, and I know best than to question. Whatever it is, it must be important for us both to go, and Lord Magneto to join as well." She pauses, for effect, before adding, "Unless he simply wishes to spend some alone time with Toxin."
An eyebrow raises high as Padraig considers Amara's uniform. "Maybe we can have a showing each other our uniforms session?" And with the wicked glint in his eye, probably removing them as well. "My guess is that they both want a bit of a break, and while we do the job, they can go relax somewhere or something. I'm sure she said it was just me and you actually doing the job."
"Perhaps. Although I am sure that we will be seeing each other in them sooner or later, anyway. While I normally stick to the shadows during our missions, there may come a time when you actually see me in action." As rare as that normally is. Amara offers a playful smile, since she did not go along with his idea. Must not humor him too much, after all. "I believe it is to be only the two of us out. At least they can rest well knowing that we will be able to get along well on our own." She says nothing about being in charge, or even knowing that Toxin has dediced as much.
Well Padraig has been told, and isn't going to let it go freely. "And one of us has to be in charge... Toxin says it's to be you. Makes sense, really. You're the one with your head on straight, I just hope you don't turn into some sort of megalomaniac type. I -will- offer suggestions, whether you take them or not." A moment's serious there, before he's smiling away again, and staring adoringly over the table, the final few mouthfuls disappearing down his throat. "I look forward to seeing you go at it. Though I'm not sure why they'd put us together. You sneak... Am I just going to be a distraction?"
"It really is no suprise that Toxin would reccomend me for such a role, as I do work with her directly. I highly doubt I will even have to give an order; we should work well as a team." And so Amara has her say. She is now as power hungry as some may suspect. She does her best not to giggle as he finishes his food, her own having been gone for quite some time. Her wine glass, however, is still half full. "That does not mean that we will never meet on the battlefield, my dear Padraig. Our mission to Russia is a perfect example. There will be times, I am sure, that we will need to be stealthy. While other times, I am just as sure, we will need heavy fire power. As well as with those training sessions we will be having."
"No surprise. Hmph." Mock indignation works well for Padraig, and he again holds a hand out across the table, after necking the rest of his wine. His head tilts to the side, "I guess we'll see how it goes. I mean, it'd be nice to know -something-, so I could train up a bit in the right way, but I guess we'll manage." His gaze slides over Amara's dress a little, before skipping back up to her eyes. "Less shop talk. We're supposed to be having a romantic evening."
Amara eyes Padraig. She's only joking, but sometimes with her it is hard to tell. "No suprise to me, at least," she finally teases. The wine glass is abandoned, still half full, as her hands take the one he offered. "Just keep at things like you normally do. Everything will be fine." She can always cloak him if need be, and between the both of them they should make pleanty enough fireworks. Her eyes widen somewhat as she catches where his gaze is, or rather where it is not, before her expression becomes seductive. "Of course. What else do you wish to do on this fine evening?"
The little smirk that touches Padraig's face is entirely sly. "Well..." He slowly and deliberately allows his eyes to drift over to the coolbox containing their dessert. "If I'm not very much mistaken, we've got this little grove to ourselves for the night." There's the briefest hint of a chuckle before he tugs his hand away from Amara and stands up, taking quick steps towards the box and opening it up. As he turns back, there's a twinkle in his eyes. "Ice cream."
Sabella hands over 'her grove' to Amara and Padraig after sorting out a romantic dinner for them. Much mushiness ensues. Backdated a little to the day where Sabella came round to apologise to Padraig (and no, I can't be bothered to work out how long ago that is)