10-11-2018, 06:43 PM
It was hard to let her go, but his stomach soon convinced him. With fingers twined together he followed her into the dining room. The overhead light must have been off, letting the dim glow of candle light filter into his sight. Warm, fuzzy orbs floated before his eyes, interrupted where his wife moved before them. Light in the darkness, like the woman who was now guiding him to his seat.
She'd rearranged things a little for tonight. His chair was a foot or so further than usual and he could tell by touch that the dishes were the nice ones, brought out only for special occasions. One brow lifted curiously at her choice in wording as she lifted the plate to fill. "You're going to keep me up all night, aren't you?" He asked, a teasing smile saying he didn't mind. When Nyxa got a notion in her head, there wasn't usually much anyone could do to stop her. And this was a notion he'd felt coming on for a while now.
Her nimble hands guided him around the place setting, metal and glass cool against his fingertips. He thanked her quietly, then listened as she moved about the room again. The sound of liquid hitting crystal filled the air, bittersweet wine scent accompanying it. Hod enjoyed wine, but had mixed feelings about the glasses. He had knocked one off a table a few years ago, and Adria had jokingly mentioned that the stain had never really come out the last time she'd visited. Oh well. He'd be more careful this time. Taking a sip, his face lit up at her question.
"It was great! I think we're really making a break through with the audio guidance systems! Stella's pod actually responded and changed course when we played the sequence we've been working on. Deep sea trials are right on schedule." He could have gone on all night about the work his team was doing, developing sound systems to guide porpoises, whales, and other cetaceans away from shipping lanes and other high traffic sea ways. Hod was the head of their sonar technician team, piecing together sounds and their meanings from the watery origins. Next month they'd be taking a weeklong voyage to give their equipment a proper run through.
Taking another sip of wine, he picked up the fork by his hand. "How did your day go?" He asked, wondering if things had gone as smoothly as she implied. A coiled bite of spaghetti made it to his mouth. It was warm and just as delicious as he'd known it would be. He blotted his mouth after every bite, a little compulsively. Better to overuse the napkin than to make a mess of himself with the sauce... as she spoke, he found his mind dwelling on how she'd draped herself across the door, impossible to miss. How the ties of her bathing suit had felt between fabric and skin. Of how much he knew she had been thinking of babies lately.
He treasured the time they spent together. As teenagers they'd spent whole days on the beach, waiting for just the right waves to carry them. She'd taught him how to surf and how to swim. Being blind never seemed to matter as much in the water. When they'd realized Adria was on her way, Hod had been afraid. Was he going to lose the vibrant woman he loved to motherhood? Fortunately, those fears had proven unfounded. Their lives had changed for the better when first Adria and then Tyr were born. Walks on the beach gained the addition of seashell collections and tidepool explorations. Tyr had not quite inherited the family's affinity for the sea, but even he was a strong swimmer. Having kids had done the incredible, and somehow brought them even closer together. Musing over pasta, Hod had to admit that he did not love the quiet as he once had.
With this knowledge, Hod felt a twinning anticipation in his chest, unfettered heat filling his gaze as he looked towards her voice. Making love to Nyxa had never been anything less than perfect. By the time dinner ended, he knew they'd be lucky to make it to the pool.
@[Nyxa]
She'd rearranged things a little for tonight. His chair was a foot or so further than usual and he could tell by touch that the dishes were the nice ones, brought out only for special occasions. One brow lifted curiously at her choice in wording as she lifted the plate to fill. "You're going to keep me up all night, aren't you?" He asked, a teasing smile saying he didn't mind. When Nyxa got a notion in her head, there wasn't usually much anyone could do to stop her. And this was a notion he'd felt coming on for a while now.
Her nimble hands guided him around the place setting, metal and glass cool against his fingertips. He thanked her quietly, then listened as she moved about the room again. The sound of liquid hitting crystal filled the air, bittersweet wine scent accompanying it. Hod enjoyed wine, but had mixed feelings about the glasses. He had knocked one off a table a few years ago, and Adria had jokingly mentioned that the stain had never really come out the last time she'd visited. Oh well. He'd be more careful this time. Taking a sip, his face lit up at her question.
"It was great! I think we're really making a break through with the audio guidance systems! Stella's pod actually responded and changed course when we played the sequence we've been working on. Deep sea trials are right on schedule." He could have gone on all night about the work his team was doing, developing sound systems to guide porpoises, whales, and other cetaceans away from shipping lanes and other high traffic sea ways. Hod was the head of their sonar technician team, piecing together sounds and their meanings from the watery origins. Next month they'd be taking a weeklong voyage to give their equipment a proper run through.
Taking another sip of wine, he picked up the fork by his hand. "How did your day go?" He asked, wondering if things had gone as smoothly as she implied. A coiled bite of spaghetti made it to his mouth. It was warm and just as delicious as he'd known it would be. He blotted his mouth after every bite, a little compulsively. Better to overuse the napkin than to make a mess of himself with the sauce... as she spoke, he found his mind dwelling on how she'd draped herself across the door, impossible to miss. How the ties of her bathing suit had felt between fabric and skin. Of how much he knew she had been thinking of babies lately.
He treasured the time they spent together. As teenagers they'd spent whole days on the beach, waiting for just the right waves to carry them. She'd taught him how to surf and how to swim. Being blind never seemed to matter as much in the water. When they'd realized Adria was on her way, Hod had been afraid. Was he going to lose the vibrant woman he loved to motherhood? Fortunately, those fears had proven unfounded. Their lives had changed for the better when first Adria and then Tyr were born. Walks on the beach gained the addition of seashell collections and tidepool explorations. Tyr had not quite inherited the family's affinity for the sea, but even he was a strong swimmer. Having kids had done the incredible, and somehow brought them even closer together. Musing over pasta, Hod had to admit that he did not love the quiet as he once had.
With this knowledge, Hod felt a twinning anticipation in his chest, unfettered heat filling his gaze as he looked towards her voice. Making love to Nyxa had never been anything less than perfect. By the time dinner ended, he knew they'd be lucky to make it to the pool.
@[Nyxa]