Even though my life hasn't been all that great
I have seen war, famine; witnessed the genocide. Have seen the changes in human nature and history, and I am still here, standing alone. Til the end, I will be there too. To witness the endless carnage, to live this harsh reality. Cause I have been cursed, Cursed with immortality.
Cillian would be the first to admit that he was not big on formal events. Being dressed up in a suit and tie made him feel stuffy and claustrophobic, and reminded him a bit too much of the life he’d lost so long ago. However, he did enjoy parties and gatherings where there were tons of food and people. To call him a socialite was an understatement. But more than that, he enjoyed spending time with Dela… and making her happy was worth bending a few of his preferences for.
Besides, there were a couple of things to celebrate tonight.
Cillian had pulled out all the stops for tonight, and he planned on making it one that Dela was sure to remember for a long time to come. He’d picked her up at her room in Era dressed in a full three piece suit consisting of a dark plum color that was nearly gray with silver pinstripes running through the coat and pants. Beneath was a crimson colored button up shirt with a white tie beneath a black vest. The top couple buttons of the shirt had been left undone – more for his own comfort than any sense of style, though the look certainly gave him a bit more of a roguish vibe. He even wore a set of thin reading glasses, which Moxie had insisted would be something that Dela would enjoy. He wasn’t sure what the reasoning behind that was, but he’d shrugged and gone with it all the same.
He’d given her very little information about what the plan was for the night, merely picking her up with a devilish grin and a kiss before escorting her to the nearest train station headed toward Crocus. The nation’s capital was the biggest attraction for New Years Eve celebrations, so the trains were fairly crowded – as were the streets. But that was part of the tradition for the holiday. The vast majority of the roads in the center of the city had been blocked off to accommodate the ungodly number of pedestrians. There were countless stages along the way with different bands and singers putting on musical performances while people danced and partied. A large number of restaurants along the main strip had left their businesses open, hoping to profit from the crowds that were almost constantly in search of sustenance and, more importantly, alcohol. There were uniformed Rune Knights spaced out around the area en masse to serve as a peaceful presence to keep people from getting out of hand, and in the center of the city a large structure had been erected to count down the time to the end of the current year and the start of the new one.
Cillian walked along the street with Dela at a casual pace, in no hurry to get anywhere or do anything other than hold her hand and enjoy her company. If she wanted to stop and listen to any music or get anything to drink; anything she wanted to do, anything that caught her attention, he was all too happy to partake in – except for anything illicit. Not that he was interested in that. The two of them had finally popped one another’s cherry’s on Halloween, though Cillian had temporarily been transformed into a woman at the time. Cillian had never really thought much about sex through most of his life, but the few times he had he’d never imagined that his first sexual experience would be from the perspective of the opposite gender. He could only hope the encounter would help him be a better sexual partner for Dela, as he now had some first hand exposure to what kind of things did and didn’t work for women…
…but that was a thought for later in the evening, when he would hopefully be able to sleep with her as a man, finally. The last two months had been unexpectedly busy, and while they had certainly made time for one another there hadn’t really been an opportunity to follow up with any other forays into pipelaying. Dela was almost constantly besieged by war efforts, and Cillian’s entire life had been turned upside down by Port Lavanitir being overrun by a vicious dark guild called Divine Calamity. He’d barely gotten there in time to smuggle Laverne out and to the mainland safely, and ever since he’d had to put a lot of focus into try to make sure the older woman was taken care of. He’d managed to find a place for them to stay, but it was temporary at best and not exactly ideal. So, Cillian had been spending a lot of time trying to find something more permanent – especially since his prior guild, Abyssal Fleet, had disbanded, leaving him without a steady source of income.
It had been a tough time, but thanks to a rather fortuitous concidence the future was looking brighter than ever, and he had quite the surprise in store for Dela. As they got closer to their destination, he smiled down at her. “Alright, before we get too much further I’m gonna need you to close your eyes. I’ve got somethin’ I wanna show you, but I don’t want to spoil it too early.” Presuming she played along, he’d lead her by the hand for a ways down the roads, careful to help her get past any obstacles, especially as the road turned to an area of cobblestone. The noise of the crowds grew a little quieter and more distant as they veered slightly away from the main attractions toward an area where most businesses were closed for the holiday.
“You’re not peeking are you? I don’t want to have to punish you, but I will…” If nothing else, he was getting better at flirting. Once they were where he wanted to take her, he positioned her in front of him and wrapped his arms around her from behind, his tall form practically bending in half to reach her. “I know I’ve been busy lately, and haven’t seen you as much as either of us have liked… But I was finally able to secure a place for Laverne and me… and one other thing.” His voice had softened a bit, and after a small breath he told her, “Alright. You can open your eyes.”
She’d see a tall four story building in an older but well kept area of Crocus, the corner structure full of life and character with rich colored brick exposing in places beneath textured plaster. The higher stories were clearly living flats, but what would draw the eye was the first floor. There was a door leading to a small lobby outside what appeared to be a modestly sized restaurant – not huge, but not tiny either. It had a quaint atmosphere to it, with striped awnings and flowers. Outside the building on one side of the large glass double doors was a smaller sign for a place called Golden Dragon Tattoo, which by the downward arrow on the plaque appeared to be an establishment in the basement of the structure. But over the double doors was a larger sign for the restaurant itself:
Vera Jayne’s Bistro.
I figure that if I live long enough, something good might happen.