Only one thing was missing.
Nyxa popped a silver-lacquered finger out of her beautiful mouth and hummed in appreciation, satisfied at last with the red sauce for spaghetti night. The dining room in her house had been transformed into a low-lit setting for two, plates arranged for all courses and candelabras to complete the picture. “Ahhh…” She realized, rushing away from the romantic scene and back into the kitchen, where she fumbled through a drawer for a lighter.
Hod would be home any minute now and everything had to be perfect. This year she’d promised to take the anniversary duties in hand herself, so that the pressure was off his already overburdened shoulders, and honestly she’d enjoyed it. A low-budget, at-home dinner date was exactly the kind of thing she assumed he’d enjoy and as she skirted around the small, decorated table to light both candles, an excited smile beamed up to the ridges of her cherry pink lips.
Tyr was more than happy to have a reason to stay at a friends house, Adria had been away at uni for a while … the house had grown quiet and unassuming in their absence, hardly aware that two old flames continued to live inside its protective walls. She finished up by laying the food out and curled a stray lock of vibrant green hair behind one ear, suddenly nervous as the hands of her wristwatch edged closer to one another.
If Hod knew her real intentions he might think she was crazy, but Adria longed for the pitter-patter of tiny feet and soft, sweet-smelling angel hair underneath her nose before she went to sleep every night. She wanted another child.
The dinner itself might not relay those intentions to her husband, but the fact that she’d turned on their heated outdoor pool and taken care to wear a thin bikini underneath the semblance of a “dress” she was wearing tonight might be a good enough indicator, even for a blind man. The thought made her laugh aloud.
A noise from outside, suspiciously like the engine of Hod’s vehicle, stopped her from fantasizing further on the topic. She undid the strings of her apron and folded it neatly over the oven handlebar, smoothing out her little cocktail number and hopefully her nerves before the door could rattle unlocked. Clipping in high heels to the entryway of the dining room, Nyxa posed in a sultry lean against the doorless frame, hoping that he would smell the mixture of burning wax and spices before he could get his hands on her.
If he didn’t, though, she’d hardly be the one to complain.
@[Hod]
Nyxa popped a silver-lacquered finger out of her beautiful mouth and hummed in appreciation, satisfied at last with the red sauce for spaghetti night. The dining room in her house had been transformed into a low-lit setting for two, plates arranged for all courses and candelabras to complete the picture. “Ahhh…” She realized, rushing away from the romantic scene and back into the kitchen, where she fumbled through a drawer for a lighter.
Hod would be home any minute now and everything had to be perfect. This year she’d promised to take the anniversary duties in hand herself, so that the pressure was off his already overburdened shoulders, and honestly she’d enjoyed it. A low-budget, at-home dinner date was exactly the kind of thing she assumed he’d enjoy and as she skirted around the small, decorated table to light both candles, an excited smile beamed up to the ridges of her cherry pink lips.
Tyr was more than happy to have a reason to stay at a friends house, Adria had been away at uni for a while … the house had grown quiet and unassuming in their absence, hardly aware that two old flames continued to live inside its protective walls. She finished up by laying the food out and curled a stray lock of vibrant green hair behind one ear, suddenly nervous as the hands of her wristwatch edged closer to one another.
If Hod knew her real intentions he might think she was crazy, but Adria longed for the pitter-patter of tiny feet and soft, sweet-smelling angel hair underneath her nose before she went to sleep every night. She wanted another child.
The dinner itself might not relay those intentions to her husband, but the fact that she’d turned on their heated outdoor pool and taken care to wear a thin bikini underneath the semblance of a “dress” she was wearing tonight might be a good enough indicator, even for a blind man. The thought made her laugh aloud.
A noise from outside, suspiciously like the engine of Hod’s vehicle, stopped her from fantasizing further on the topic. She undid the strings of her apron and folded it neatly over the oven handlebar, smoothing out her little cocktail number and hopefully her nerves before the door could rattle unlocked. Clipping in high heels to the entryway of the dining room, Nyxa posed in a sultry lean against the doorless frame, hoping that he would smell the mixture of burning wax and spices before he could get his hands on her.
If he didn’t, though, she’d hardly be the one to complain.
@[Hod]