After doing nothing but sitting, not even ordering anything, Callypso decided that the restaurant was too stuffy an atmosphere.
"Thank you," Gukko said politely, tipping the fine-featured waiter a few gil.
"Thank you sssir," the waiter said in return and ducked into the kitchen.
"So..." Gukko escorted Callypso the formal way, one arm around her waist and the other on the hilt of his sword like Hejaat showed him (she had drilled him on the proper way to treat a lady and the such). "Where to, Callypso?"
Callypso slyly pondered his question fora moment. "Somewhere nice and quiet?"
"Well... Along the lake?"
"Sure thing."
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They would both remember that walk on the beach forever. The lake shimmered in the moonlight like a black-silver angel of peace. The moon was deep and white, a soul of eternal lunminescense and beauty. There was a gentle, rolling mist over the lake that hung like a benign guardian, and to Gukko like a wedding veil... He shook the thought out of his mind. Lolling waves gently lapped the edges of the beach of the lake. Beyond, there was nothing but darkness- not the darkness of which demons and nightmares were spawned from, not the type ofnight that sent even the bravest little bangaas to their mother's rooms, not the element of black that sparked fear and oppression. It was the darkness of which angels and dreams were spawned from, the type of night that sent romantic lovers strolling along the edges of a moonlit lake, the element of black that whispered peace and serenity. And all along that tapestry of dark velvet, diamond studs of stars were delicately sewn by a hand as light and delicate as Callypso's.
"A perfect night, isn't it?" Callypso purred softly.
The moon glimmered brightly.
"Very nice out," Gukko agreed, not sure what else to say.
"Yes, obviously!" Callypso laughed nervously. Gukko could have sworn he saw her blush and redden a bit. "Well... Let's just talk."
The night wore on as the two circled the lake, both oblivious of the moon waltzing slowly and gracefully across the sky. Finally, a bit before the moon neared the last stretch, Callypso sat down on a stone outcropping.
"I wasn't away of how long we were here," she commented.
Gukko sat down next to her. "Me neither..." He picked up her hand gently. "Tired?"
She nodded, her lovely face catching the late moonlight as well as his breath. "Sit?"
He nodded and sat down too, carefully pushing his swords a bit so that the two didn't scrape. "Well... So..."
"We ought to be getting home soon," Callypso offered, twirling her hair. "It's getting early... Late..."
Gukko was about to respond, but Callypso grabbed his hand in an iron-clad grip.and proceeded to kiss the wits out of him.
Of course Gukko struggled, what else could he do?
But with each butterfly kiss Callypso gave him, he felt himself slipping away...