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 Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 11:18 am
First came the flowers, a beautiful bouquet of withered and dying roses mingling with a few other types, accented by brown and spotted strands of green spikes. He had delivered it early that morning, leaving it and a note outside of Lizzy's dorm door; he didn't knock to acknowledge it was there, nor did he stay to find out if it had been found by the proper demoness. That particular job was left for a little pup, the eager one with the eyepatch that adored Lizzy too much for words.
It wouldn't let anyone else touch the flowers, never mind pick it up or read the letter. Lizzy's eyes only!
Dragain Lizzy;Meet me at the docks on Muddled Ave tonight around 9pm
- Mac
After that he had left Amity entirely, quickly going home to pick up a few things, and then to the nearby dock where his most recent boat was waiting, one he had built himself and one that had been recently finished. So far it had only been out enough to test it on the water, but it had yet to be christened or given a maiden voyage so to speak. Today would change that, or so he hoped.
The rest of the day had been merely getting ready; oil canisters to refill the lantern that dangled on the bow's curve, a life jacket tucked away under a seat just in case, a little basket with some simple sharing foods and drinks in it... anything he needed to make this go smoothly, he had it. He checked and rechecked to make sure it was there, and as the pumpkin sun set and everything became dark, Mac lit the candles that lined the pier, and took to leaning against one of the first posts Lizzy would encounter, even before getting on the dock itself.
As far as he knew, everything was perfect; now all he needed was the Ghoul.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 11:52 am
Lizzy had woken up that morning to barking outside her door, initially ignoring it in favor of lazing in bed a little more. However, as the barking continued, she dragged herself to the door, flinging it open to reveal a familiar one eyed Scareon pup barking at a gnome who was trying to get to the flowers that had been left at her door... Flowers obviously from Mac.
After fussing over the pup for being the best guard dog ever, she finally picked up the bouquet, and the note that came with it. While it was a short, straightforward note, she spent over a minute trying to process whatever was written there, mostly because she was so overwhelmed with desu that she couldn't quite concentrate on anything else. Once it sunk in, however, she spent the next few hours sparkling, humming, and smiling to herself.
Since Mac had gone through such lengths to be romantic - he knew she had a soft spot for such things! - Lizzy decided to put more effort into dressing up. She tore through her wardrobe, trying to find something suitable to wear to... Well, whatever Mac had in mind. Since he arranged for them to meet at the docks though, she had a feeling that he was taking her on that boat ride that he had promised her... And she had no idea what was considered a suitable outfit for a boat ride.
Eventually, she picked out a plain cream dress, putting on a scarf and boots to help her keep warm, seeing how it was cooler at night. Of course, her main source of warmth... Was her boilfriend.
At the appointed time, she arrived at the docks; the darkness didn't bother her much, but the large bodies of water nearby did - what if someone pushed her in? Was there even a Fear clinic nearby for her to safely reform in, if she drowned? However, all fears and uncertainty melted away the moment she spotted Mac, and she quickened her pace, practically tackling him in a hug, wrapping her arms around him, her head on his chest as she took comfort in his scent, his warmth.
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2012 12:20 pm
The sight of his ghoulfriend coming out of the shadows made him grin, marvelling in the outfit she had put on for him and the effort she'd taken to be both fancy and warm. She didn't have to work to be stunning; in his mind, she was perfection after all. Well, maybe a few too many tears for perfection, but so close it didn't matter.
"Well aren't you pre---whoa!" Suddenly, there was a Lizzy on him, clinging to him in what he assumed was supposed to be a hug. The surprise wore off fast and he settled for laughing, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her in nice and tight, kissing the top of her head when he could. "Well hello to you too, pretty lady~" He chuckled, rubbing her back in an effort to try and keep her warm, even though she was both dressed appropriately and actually didn't feel that cold to him. "I see you got my note?" It was more of a statement than a question, but either way it came out as one.
He kept one arm around her but his body turned, gesturing to the candlit dock leading to his boat. "Care to join me?" He knew her answer would be yes, but it was always nice to ask. Even if he was already leading her toward the boat as he spoke, however slowly.
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2012 2:17 pm
Mac rubbing her back sent chills down her spine, and she leaned into the boil more, looking up at him with an almost encouraging smile; partially because she was sensitive there, and it felt nice, but mostly because it was Mac doing it. She doubted that someone else would get the exact same effect out of her.
"Well, you appointed a very good guard puppy," She replied with a soft giggle, pressing a kiss on his cheek, glad that it was dark, and that they were alone... At least she hoped that they were alone. She got self-conscious whenever there were others around to see them, "And the flowers were lovely... Thank you."
She allowed herself to be led along, fascinated with the candles along the dock; it was all very romantic, and she had to wonder how long it took him to prepare all this. At his question, her smile broadened, "I would love to join you~"
She felt like the luckiest ghoul in Halloween.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 10:45 am
"I thought he'd go a good job, I'm proud of him." Mac laughed, knowing full well that the one-eyed Pup would still be in Lizzy's room...probably causing havock and making Rosenthal turn grey. It was a pleasant thought, so much so that his lips curved into an amused smile until he caught himself and stopped. "You're welcome, I thought you were long overdue for some." The last bouquet he could think of ended up in the trash in a fit of rage.
When she agreed to come with him, Mac's honest smile widened softly. He lead her a to the end of the docks and then he stopped her a pace or two before it ended, letting go of her to hold her hips for a moment as if to tell her she should stay there. Once he was sure she was going to listen he turned and stepped into the boat, riding out the way it bobbed in the water with his weight. He steadied it and once he was sure it would stay still he stood in the middle of the boat, nearly a foot shorter than he was, and held both of his hands out to her. Thankfully Lizzy took the hint and stepped forward to meet him, though just enough for him to stretch and put his firmly hands on her waist.
"Alright, ready? Put your hands on my shoulders - yes, just like that, exactly - I'm going to lift you into the boat, but I need you to take a step too." Mac's black eyes locked with hers, holding it fast; he couldn't let her look away from him, this was important. "Don't panic, alright Lizzy? Nice and easy; I've got you." He gave her a moment, knowing full well her fear of the water, and then put a little pressure on her hips to get her to move, lifting her carefully into the boat.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 12:00 pm
The last boat that she was on was more ship than boat; even if it was rotting in several places, she could still stand in the center position of the ship, away from the edge. Away from the water. However, this boat - Mac's boat - was a lot smaller, even if it was what she had imagined.
"Alright," She nodded, keeping her eyes on Mac's dark eyes, her cheeks turning a darker shade of pink with every second that passed; they might had been together for a long time now, but she still felt like it was just yesterday that they got together. Simple things like holding hands, or kissing, still made her blush at times... She liked to think that it was all Mac's fault though, for being amazing.
She took a step off the platform, getting onto the boat, trusting Mac to hold onto her. Once both feet were firmly on the boat, she held her breath, her grip on Mac's shoulders tightening before she closed the distance between them so that she could cling to him. Whywastheboatshakingwhyyy.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 11:03 pm
Mac gave a throaty chuckle when she clung to him, his hands moving from her waist just long enough to pat her reassuringly. It was adorable how scared she was, even if he deep down felt he should have been offended that she didn't trust him enough to not worry. At least he understood, and that was enough to make the peace continue.
"Easy now, no sudden movements." He reminded her, knowing that she really didn't like when the boat shook a little, nevermind what would happen if she panicked. Years of practice made the slight rocking easy for him to ignore. Mac took a slow step forward to make her take one back, where she would feel the cool wood of a hand made seat against the back of her shins. "Alright, you're gonna sit down now, okay? Nice and easy, you're doing great~" As he spoke clear and calm he began to kneel, pulling her slowly down with him so she'd get the hint to sit.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 11:09 pm
She looked behind her, spotting the seat on the boat. Taking the hint, she simply nodded, doing as she was told; once she was seated, everything... Became less frightening; from here, the rocking of the boat didn't seem severe enough to be able to tip the boat over... And who knew that Mac's chin-up view looked as gorgeous as his front view and his side view?
So she just stared, wide-eyed, at the reaper. OAO
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 9:07 am
To say Mac got a kick out of her expression was an understatement. If he wasn't trying really hard to be romantic as her reward for all the hardships she'd suffered through lately, he would have burst out laughing. As it were he merely snickered, patting her head lightly.
"I'm gonna push away from the dock now. The boat will rock but you'll be fine. Just stay seated, don't start flailing, and we'll be okay. Ready?" It was hard for him to be so thorough in his explanations; he just wanted to get out on the water! But Lizzy was afraid of the water, and yes he had to be nice about it. He didn't do a thing until she nodded - and again he had to bite back laughing at how nervous she looked, if only for a moment - and went to work. He collected the thick ropes that bound his boat to the dock, tucking them away into hidden spots on the craft itself. As he moved around the boat bobbed and rocked, but his expertise in balancing on the water made the rocking as minimal as possible.
He summoned his weapon; the staff looking more and more like an oar every day. The once curved birch was starting to elongate near the end, pressing more into a flat point while the thinner end was starting to curve, becoming more of a decorative handle. The thick end was pressed against the dock, using it to push away, to point the bow towards the open water.
Now disengaged he moved around Lizzy, who was seated in the middle, to stand behind her, the oar-staff dipping into the water as he began to row to smoothly propel them forward, first on one side and then the other, alternating to make this as easy as possible. It was a little harder with another body in the boat with him so it was slow going at first, but once he got a pace it became somewhat faster.
All the while Mac stared ahead, his eyes focused on the darkness beyond the light of the lantern, swaying peacefully at the bow.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 9:34 am
"No flailing," She promised, watching Mac as he got to work, magenta eyes following the reaper's every movement. When he moved to stand behind her, she turned her body around, more interested in observing her boilfriend - the confident way he moved around despite the rocking of the boat, the way he skillfully pushed the boat away from the dock - than watching the darkness ahead. His confidence was something she had always loved and admired about him, and watching him manning a boat... Was pretty much making her swoon. His weapon soon caught her attention, and while she hadn't seen it since they were both Snots, she never knew that a reaper's weapon could change that much.
Wasn't it some kind of long, birch staff before?
"May I touch your staff?" She asked suddenly, looking up at Mac with an embarrassed smile, squirming slightly; she had held back the urge to ask the question for quite a while, since he seemed so focus on steering the boat, but she couldn't resist, "Um, I want to try..." She proceeded to make rowing gestures with her hands and arms, "... If you don't mind, I mean! You could... Guide me?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 12:00 pm
Mac looked down at Lizzy when she gave her request, staring at her as if noticing her for the first time. Partially it was true, he had been so focused on getting the boat out into the water that he did forget she was there; but on the same token, he was merely just surprised. Those words coming out of her mouth didn't stop his brain from flailing straight into the gutter.
"Err...Uh, sure?" He cast a glance at the water to make sure they were moving along well enough before pulling the staff-oar out of the water, offering her the drier end to touch. His surprised, curious and thrown-off stare continued as she said she wanted to try... try what? It took a moment to register she was doing something with her arms.
Okay, he understood; but he was disappointed, too. There were things he wanted to try, after all.
"Aha...uh, sure. Uhh, did you want to try it sitting, or standing?" Either way he was going to meet her in the middle, or close to; too much weight on one end would make it capsize, and that would be terrible for the both of them. He made his way the almost two paces to the middle of the boat where Lizzy was, handing over his staff-oar.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 12:48 pm
She beamed, reaching out a hand to touch the staff, looking absolutely fascinated with the weapon as she traced its length with her fingers, leaning in to take a closer look; how did this start out as a long birch staff? She looked up at the boil, opening her mouth to ask, but paused instead, smiling fondly at him, her cheeks turning pink - not that he could see it, with the limited light they had - then again, how did Mac start out as 'Puppy'?
"Um," Her blush deepened when she caught herself staring, even if he had moved away by the time she snapped out of her daze. Turning around so that she was facing him again, she eagerly took the staff-oar from him, "Is there an option for 'sitting on Mac's lap', by any chance?" She would try standing, but she wasn't quite confident enough for it.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 1:23 pm
Mac let her touch his staff, fighting the urge to gutter mind everything - or at least fighting the urge to stay in there, before he suggested she touch another length. Thankfully he kept his mouth shut, merely grinning the entire time; a compromise in his head was still a compromise!
"...Sure there is. There always is." The Reaper chuckled, moving again to get behind her. "Kay, hold on." Though she really only had his staff-oar to hold onto, Mac gripped her waist and guided her to stand, keeping a firm grasp on her even as the boat rocked gently under them. Once she was standing he climbed into the spot she had been sitting in, making himself comfortable before pulling her back down onto his lap.
"There, much better~" He mused, wrapping his arms around her middle and bowing his head to press a light kiss to her shoulder.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 1:39 pm
"Kay," She replied, holding onto... The staff. She was suddenly reminded of that one time Mac had tricked her and Mitsu - and Shun too, but she bet he went through that ride with his usual expression, so he did not count - onto that roller coaster ride. Standing up, she trusted Mac to keep her - and the boat - steady, trying her best to ignore the gentle rocking of the boat.
"I like this option," She nodded, giggling at the kiss on her shoulder, enjoying the attention that she was getting from the reaper, enjoying the fact that they were pretty much alone here, "So... What do I do now?" She stared down at the oar-staff in her hands, too afraid to move it; what if she made a mistake, and the boat flips?
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 10:50 pm
"Me too~" Mac grinned against her shoulder, pressing a second kiss a little closer to her neck. On a boat with Lizzy on his lap, able to give her kisses without worrying about her getting too distracted or someone coming along to interrupt? Yes please. Yes please forever.
"You...row? Don't tell me you've never played pretend?" Maybe it was just him, his sister and Charlie? They often pretended to be Pirates when they were younger, Pirates that needed to row back to their boat - or to an island filled with adventure. "Weirdo. Here, hold it like this~" He pressed her hands more solidly against the staff-oar, keeping his hands gripped over hers to help her hold it; the one end was pretty heavy, after all.
"And then you just...dip it in. Kinda like a water wheel, if you've ever seen one. Just...mechanical, smooth~" As he spoke he guided her along, rowing carefully with the oar only on one side of the boat at first. Once she got the hang of it, he'd add on to it.
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