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Wearing \ Gear : X | X | X | X | X Interacting With : Myra Arceneau Dashiell Myra Arceneau Dashiell

"People will be staring for two reasons right now. One, because you're incredibly beautiful. Two, because I'll be on your arm and they'll wonder how a guy like me managed to land such a woman and convince her to bear children. Really, the talk of the night."

Hand slid across her swollen stomach, tossing a smile in her direction. To be fair, he didn't want his wife out at an event currently even if she wasn't nauseated constantly. Make up, finding a dress that fit, wearing heels all night just seemed unnecessary given she was at the tail end pregnancy.

"I have a feeling public date nights will be a bookend to business. Sith Order space is rich in minerals, ores, gasses. Our surveys have been off the chart in riches. Thats just the phase we've been allowed to develop, there's more out there but they seem keen to get phase one off the ground first. Its understandable." He paused. "But we have a deal, public date nights once she's older."

Her hand brushed his, intertwining their fingers.


"Is your Ma dating anyone? Believe it or not...I keep my eye open for a suitable match for her. The men so far have not been up to par."


 


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

Myra let out a soft snort, a mix of amusement and disbelief as she squeezed his hand.

"Incredibly beautiful, huh? You really know how to talk your way out of trouble, Makai Dashiell." Her eyes softened as she looked at him, warmth spreading across her face despite herself. He meant it, he always did, and that was the part that never failed to get her.

"And for the record, they wouldn't be wondering how you 'landed' me. They'd be too busy lamenting their missed chance with you." She arched a brow, half teasing, half huffy. "Don't think I haven't noticed how some women look at you. You're just oblivious."

Still, as he grinned, hand resting protectively across her bump, the corners of her lips twitched upward. He was insufferable sometimes, but moments like this reminded her just how steady Makai was, how he could always find a way to calm the storm that lived just under her skin.

The mention of her mother caught her off guard, though.

"Mama? Dating?" Myra blinked, barely suppressing a laugh.

"I don't think she has a mind to find anyone right now." She shook her head, a grin slipping through. "Alric hasn't been gone even a year yet. Besides... you know how she can take her workaholic tendencies to the extreme. " Myra had only seen her with Alric, so seeing her mother now as a widowed woman was a curious switch. But as her fingers curled a little tighter around his, Myra's voice softened.

"Though… maybe you're right to keep an eye out. Even the strongest people deserve someone, don't they? Someone to lean on when no one's looking." She gave him a sidelong glance, a knowing smile tugging at her lips.


 





Wearing \ Gear : X | X | X | X | X Interacting With : Myra Arceneau Dashiell Myra Arceneau Dashiell

"Missed chance with me?" Confusion colored his tone, but also amusement. "I am not sure about that. There was plenty of time for women to approach me. I appreciate the...what would I call it? Hype? Fantasy? of women lamenting they missed some chance to snag me, it is highly unlikely."

A roll of his eyes and a boyish grin. Looking was one thing, approaching was another. It was a scenario that was never going to happen.


"I'm not saying to move on, or look to move on. Maybe your Ma will be alone for the rest of her life, but like you said, even the strongest among us need to lean on another from time to time. The typical, off the rack - so to speak , man won't do. Besides, your Ma would never replace Alric, ever."

He paused.

"You want to see Dad happy. I want to see your Ma happy, whatever that may look like for her."




 


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

Myra folded her arms, giving Makai a look that was equal parts exasperated and amused.

"Highly unlikely, huh?" she echoed, the edge of her lips twitching upward despite herself. "Makai Dashiell, you're either the most oblivious man in the galaxy, or you're just being modest. Maybe both."

At the mention of her mama, Myra's lips pressed together, a thoughtful silence settling between them for a moment.

"You're right," she finally said, her tone softer. "She'll never replace Alric, and she shouldn't have to. But maybe… maybe she doesn't need a replacement. Just someone who can stand next to her, the way Alric did. Someone who gets that she doesn't need saving, she never did, but who's strong enough to let her lean when she wants to."

Her gaze met his, steady now, the smallest smile tugging at her lips. "The same goes with Judah. Just want them to be happy."

After a second she took a deep breath and then leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek.

"You always surprise me, you know that? Talking about my Ma like that." She nudged him playfully, her grin widening.

"Anyways, what other traditions should we have? I wonder if Persie has any good ideas. I'm sure she's already planned out her outfit to be fabulous."

 





Wearing \ Gear : X | X | X | X | X Interacting With : Myra Arceneau Dashiell Myra Arceneau Dashiell

Choosing to ignore the fact Ellie was making up scenarios that never existed nor will ever exist, his hand squeezed hers once again, content to let her think he was some grand prize. It was a little flattering after all, for his wife to think he was so attractive that women were stumbling over themselves to get to him.

"Glad I can surprise you. I hope to keep it up but I might get tired by year twenty or so.." Makai grinned, amused yet again."Well, I love your Ma like my own. If we didn't get married I would still be lingering around like I did before. I would visit your parents on the Farm when I was certain you weren't around."

Eyes went wide and it was his turn to nudge her back.

"Ellie Arceneau." Exasperation entered his tone. "You're asking a man who didn't even really celebrate Life Day until last year to suddenly shift to Life Day mode. We've got dinner, we've got the cookies the night before, we're doing the ornaments. Next year we will have a tree in our room and the girls will have a tree in their rooms. I'm moving at lightspeed here."

Yet a smile broke out, thinking.


"Since you're the expert here, is there anything you want? An idea stuck in your head I can make happen?"



 


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

"So you'd be avoiding me?" Myra clarified, finishing up her oceanic swirly patterned ornament and setting it aside to dry on the small rack. THinking about that made her somber; the what ifs if their reconciliation hadn't come to pass. It sent a chill down her spine. She didn't like thinking about it.

It was a good thing that Makai brought her out of that mental haze by joking about asking a man who didn't celebrate Life Day or its traditions on what else would be good to try. She gave a roll of her eyes and cleaned off her brush.

"Alright, alright... I was just asking because you are the sort to go research into it," she clarified, defending herself with a mock but amused huff.

"Hmm... my parents would visit an orphanage or medical ward to hand out gifts. But not sure if that would be something you'd be into. Decorations, any particular type of food.... matching pajamas?" she ticked off some ideas.


 





Wearing \ Gear : X | X | X | X | X Interacting With : Myra Arceneau Dashiell Myra Arceneau Dashiell

"Listen, of course I put some research into it, but I also got lost. It's overwhelming to dig through information and decide on my own ; you got to remember I grew up with a very different Life Day experience than you. Besides...I presume we'll be married for some time, if not the rest of our lives. So traditions with your input would naturally be good. "

Makai purposefully teased her there, nudging her gently, an idiotic boyish grin on his face.

"As for charity - I like the idea of giving back to a medical ward for children. No handing out the gifts though, maybe we do something crazy like buy them all a handheld game system and just give it anonymously or through some foundation that only knows its us. Just because I think the kids should have some kind of magic - what's more magical than mysterious gifts?"

Hand reached out and rested on her swollen belly again. Privately he was concerned their daughter would end up in a similar ward. Unknowns abounded due to the disease Ellie had as a child. It was one area he hoped his genes would override and their daughter would grow up without being inside medbays constantly.

"Pajamas, sure. Mainly just to annoy Persie. As for food - last year we had roast nuna, gomgourd pie, uh, my potato dish... Necr'yhor Omic red wine...things get fuzzy after that because that robe is burned bright into my memory. We can have the same food or something different, I've got a craving for standing nerf roast though."




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

Myra raised an eyebrow at Makai, the hint of a smirk tugging at her lips. "You presume we'll be married for some time?" she echoed, her tone dripping with mock offense.

"I hope you realize you are stuck," she added, pointing her brush at him with some adorable ferocity, but gave a chuckle. Her expression softened as he talked about the charity, the teasing edge giving way to something warmer.

"Makai Dashiell, you're ridiculous," she said, shaking her head, "but I like the way you think. Giving those kids a little magic sounds perfect. And I agree, not a big show, no pictures of us handing over the gifts. Just… let it be about them. That's the whole point, right?"

Her eyes drifted down to his hand resting on her bump, her fingers brushing over his without thinking. She could see the flicker of worry in his face, even if he didn't say it out loud. She knew what he was thinking, the fear that their daughter might inherit the same struggles she had faced as a kid.

"She's going to be fine," Myra said softly, her voice steady. "And if she's not, we'll handle it. Like we do everything else, together."

The mention of Life Day food and the infamous robe brought a laugh bubbling up, her shoulders shaking. "Alright, standing nerf roast it is. But only if you make your potato dish again, because I'm not risking ruining it with my attempts."

She tilted her head, her smirk returning as she added, "And pajamas to annoy Persie? Absolutely. I'll even pick a few that look cute that I can find. It's Life Day, might as well make it memorable. Might even cheer her up a bit... she certainly hasn't been feeling well lately it seems."


 





Wearing \ Gear : X | X | X | X | X Interacting With : Myra Arceneau Dashiell Myra Arceneau Dashiell

Makai rolled his eyes at being 'stuck' in the marriage. A small whirlwind perhaps but he had known full well what he was signing up for and gladly did so. Somehow, he resisted a further quip, pleased to see she was on board with his idea to have a little mystery for the children in the medical ward.

"Exactly. Tomorrow morning I'll work on acquiring the electronics and figuring out how to distribute them to all the kids. Shouldn't be too hard."

With his assistants, rallying them around finding a solution to their Life Day charity idea should be a breeze. In theory. Either way, he was excited at the prospect - even if the idea stemmed from a dark thought. The thought their daughter would struggle medically, that genetically the disease would be passed along.

"Of course we'll handle it together."


A small squeeze of her hand before it drifted away from her, moving to pick up another ornament to keep busy. He had only planned on making two but he wanted to keep his hands busy. Especially dancing around sensitive subjects, let him think a little more before answering.

"I can make my gratin dish again. I planned on doing all the cooking. Your job on Life Day will be to sit around and look cute. Very easy."

With a silly grin, paintbrush dipped into the deep green.

"Okay, 'cute' pajamas will be ordered soon. Persephone hasn't been well and it is her first Life Day." He paused for a moment, sighing. "I have a feeling it has to do with this little twerps she keeps finding. I feel like we need to make a rule, they need to meet us face-to-face first. You know how many times your father roasted me? These boys need to be held to the fire so I can see their mettle."

A shake of his head.


"I kind of splurged on a gift for her too."

 


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Myra sighed softly, setting down her own ornament to meet Makai's gaze.

"Poor Persie,"
she said, a touch of exasperation in her tone. "Boys are… well, they're boys. I swear, they haven't changed since I was her age. Either they're too cocky for their own good, or they're so awkward you want to stuff them in a closet until they figure out how to talk to people."

She shook her head, a rueful smile tugging at her lips.

"But she deserves better than that. She's smart, she's kind, and she's got that spark about her. The last thing she needs is to waste time on some kid who doesn't see that." Myra paused, glancing at the ornament in her hands before adding, "Maybe we should help her find better circles to run in. Not to sound… well, privileged, but kids from similar backgrounds might at least understand the expectations."

Her fingers traced absent patterns on the ornament's surface as she thought aloud. "I just want her to see her own worth, you know? To know she doesn't have to settle for the first guy who looks her way."

At Makai's mention of her father, Myra laughed, the sound warm and familiar. "It still is strange to me to think he roasted you. He was just so caring and nice." Myra recalled with a soft smile, completely unaware of the sort of dark circles and the capacity of truly causing harm to someone if Alric Kuhn put his mind to it.

Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she nudged him playfully. "You turned out alright, though. Maybe we should set up some kind of gauntlet for these boys. Weed out the ones who crumble under pressure. I'm sure your grilling skills are up to par by now."

She tilted her head, curiosity flickering in her expression. "So, what's this splurge you're keeping secret? I hope it's not something that'll make my gift look like an afterthought." Her smirk softened as she added, "Not that Persie cares about that stuff. She's going to love it just because it's from you."


 





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Interacting With : Myra Arceneau Dashiell Myra Arceneau Dashiell

Makai nodded, listening to her words. He agreed with every point, it was more or less just putting ideas they both had into action. While they were focused on Phoebe, no way they were letting Persephone fall through the cracks. With the latest issue with boys they both would have to gently enforce some type of guidelines to prevent future mishaps.

"Maybe you should talk to her - about boys and attention from them and how idiotic boys can be until about the age of twenty-five or so. You're right. Half are too cocky players and the others are just awkward. She might do better hearing it coming from you, instead of former awkward boy."

Stopping his painting he laughed at the mention of her father. About the vision of himself being roasted and how she couldn't see it. A shake of his head.

"Your father was nice and caring. However, when I expressed interest beyond a friendship it was a different story. Which is understandable. I got it then - slightly different with Persie, I doubt any boy at this age will lead to a long-term thing. You're right, she needs a certain pool of friends. I don't think its elitist, it's important for her to have kids that understand - the pressure of her education, finishing school, learning the business - the Jedi kids haven't got the same responsibilities."

A tap of his paintbrush.

"I wouldn't say gauntlet. However, a good talking to would be important. See if these boys have any ambition besides spending their father's credits and partying. I can spot them a kilometer away after spending time in the frat."

He grinned at the mention of the gift being over the top. It naturally was. Makai wasn't sure what his wife had bought, although several packages had been arriving.

"I got her two tickets to Coruscant Fashion Week. Just one of the big shows - not the entire week. I already labeled it as a group gift from me, you, and Phoebe."


 


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

Carefully, Myra set aside her second completed ornament, giving a slight hum and a nod at Makai's recommendation that she try to talk to Persie and see if she'd like to talk.

"That's a good idea, talking to her..."
A pause then a bit of a sheepish smile at her husband, "Well, that is if she wants to. I remember being that age and not wanting to talk to anyone about you. Not that I really had much of anyone to talk to besides my parents, your pa, and you...." which made venting about Makai rather difficult when her own crush was her best friend.

"We'll see what she says," she added, picking up a glass ornament that looked like an icicle. She considered what Makai said regarding a circle of friends who would understand Persie's lifestyle and expectations. That also made her wonder just how involved they should be in knowing who she hung out with. "... also should consider how involved we want to be in knowing who she is with. Have you've looked over any of the reports from her droid?"

Before Makai could answer, Myra piped in with another concern.

"Do you think she's still interested in pursuing a type of lifestyle and occupation we did within the family? Or do you think she's just doing it because it's what she thinks we expect? I mean, certainly, she really loves fashion. "Another flash of a grin said, "You are going to win a lot of points with that present."

 





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Interacting With : Myra Arceneau Dashiell Myra Arceneau Dashiell

"I've skimmed the reports. More or less curious who she's been drifting towards. Not all boys. As for how involved we get..."


Makai took a deep breath. They were walking a fine line - having taken over the care of someone they were scarcely a decade older than - he could still remember that age well. Naturally he wanted Persephone to have some autonomy, yet they were also tasked with ensuring she became a functioning adult.

"..a good part of me is ready to pull the Judah Dashiell card, the same card I was dealt. Maybe not tossing her into therapy, which is not a horrible idea, but more this is what we expect you to do. These are the friends we at least want you to have as a main group. These are the parameters of your life....She's done great with some of the things we've instituted, like finishing school and ballet."

As for the other part of the equation, he was quiet for a moment. Paintbrush dipped into purple before finally answering.

"I'm not sure? However, in another 'Judah Dashiell' like move, some things I don't think we should give her a choice on. Private tutors or if she wants, boarding school. Her extracurricular activities of her choice, internships during longer term breaks. University is a must, even if she studies just general subjects and gets a degree in that."

"So even if she doesn't want to do anything with the business, she'll be prepared and as she gets older to do what she wants and stay in a certain level of society. Following the path she was before we met her....we're not going to let that happen."


Brush dipped into the deep blue to finish off his design.

"As for the gift, all three of us are going to score the win there. Plus, it may perk her up a little. I got two tickets, so one of us is going to have to go or find someone to go with her. She had that friend.... Casaana Casaana ?The Jedi girl? That could be a good choice."



 


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Myra began to paint the delicate ornament with swirls of gold as she considered Makai's words. He had a point; there were certain expectations Persie would have to meet, no matter what. But it was a tricky balance between guidance and control.

"I agree,"
she said, her tone thoughtful. "Some structure is nonnegotiable. She needs that foundation to build on, and if she ever decides to break away, she'll at least be prepared to do it in a way that won't come back to haunt her." Myra tilted her head, watching Makai with a faint smile. "Sounds like you're channeling your pa pretty hard right now."

Her expression softened when the topic shifted to therapy. "But yeah, therapy is a good idea. She mentioned a few things that confirmed the baby's arrival might change everything for her. Do you think your therapist might work or someone who would be recommended for Persie?"

She frowned slightly in thought, cleaning off her brush and adding gold edging to the ornament, " Casaana would be a good option to go with her. They seem close enough, and it might help her feel like she's not in this alone...I don't know about Rue… she might not see the value in it, but it's worth asking. And Balun or his girlfriend? Maybe. I mean, if she's comfortable with them. But Casaana seems like the best fit."

 





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"I'm not sure she will want to talk to a middle aged man about her teenage problems. However, there's some therapists in that group that may be suited for her. We will kind of have to poke around and interview a few ourselves to see who is going to be the better fit - shouldn't be too hard, we can do that over the HoloNet."

Makai finished the ornament, done with different colored swirls around the globe. Gently it was placed down on the drying rack and he cleaned off his brush, figuring three ornaments from himself was already an accomplishment. He would leave everything set up for Persephone to do in the morning once she had woke up.

"Rue, didn't consider her because I am not sure we want two small girls on their own during fashion week - unless we travel with them and stay behind at a hotel or something. Not sure if we want to make that trip with Phoebe which I was suggesting maybe one of her friends. Lots of time to think about it and consider how we are feeling once Pheebs is born and how we handle a infant. However....on the other hand...would be good to take a family trip in a way. Yet, like I said, we can cross that bridge when we come to it."

Makai yawned and sat back, taking a sip of his mock sangria. He watched as Ellie was finishing up her ornament with gold.


 


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Myra glanced up from her ornament, her smile softening as she caught the tail end of Makai's yawn. He tried to mask it with a sip of his drink, but she wasn't fooled. Setting her own paintbrush down, she leaned back in her chair, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face.

"I think that's our cue to call it a night," she teased gently, her voice low and warm. "We can tackle all this in the morning with some caf, of course. Persie might be more receptive to ideas if we're rested and clear headed ourselves."

Her gaze drifted to the ornaments they'd created, glittering in the soft light. "We can start with the therapist idea first," she continued, thoughtfully.

"Make sure whoever we reach out to is actually a good fit before we even bring it up to her. I doubt she's going to want to talk to just anyone, but if we find someone who specializes in teens... that could make all the difference."


She stood, stretching slightly, her hand brushing Makai's shoulder as she passed. "Come on, sleepyhead. Let's leave the debating for tomorrow. You've earned some rest; all these ornaments are pretty impressive for one night."


 

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