Private Traditions

[Makai Dashiell]

Wearing \ Gear : X | X | X | X | X Interacting With : 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."

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

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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.

 

[Makai Dashiell]

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"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."

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

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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."

 

[Makai Dashiell]

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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?"

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

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"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.

 

[Makai Dashiell]

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"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."

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

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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."