Starry Night Drive to Home

[Ardeen Medraut]

Ardeen took a deep breath and let it out slowly, staring at the giant mansion before him, a bit terrified and definitely nervous. He was parked in his old pickup truck, about to pick up his girlfriend? Lover? He should ask her that later. He was about to pick up Morgan from her house to take her out on a date. One that was going to be under a clear night sky and end when the morning comes in the bed of his pick up. He had everything he needed packed in his truck for the night. Including wood and stuff to make s'mores later on!

He swallowed thickly and turned off his truck went to the door, taking another breath to calm himself before meeting the people that means the world to Morgan. In a childish onesie. With a bag that had another onesie and other goodies. At 8 pm. On a Friday. Fuck, he felt like he was a primary kid about to spend the night at his friend's house, having been dropped off by his auntie in his pajamas.

"Please let it be Morgan who opens the door" He mumbled to himself, fiddling with the bag nervously. "And please let it be her ready to leave, parents already in bed." He hoped.  He really didn't want to meet the parents just yet. Not in this attire, at least. It's one thing if he's in his work clothes, it's another thing if he's in the shiny shinx onesie that he made by hand. He knocked and waited for the door to open. Fuck, he should've texted her to let her know he's here. Next time.

Morgan Faye

[Morgan Faye]

Morgan was a bundle of barely contained excitement. Ardeen was taking her out on a date. The first date since that afternoon in the forest meadow. The afternoon where he’d completely and utterly won her heart.

He had said he was going to take her to the nicest place he knew, so Morgan was trying to dress appropriately. She had a tight red evening gown she had picked out, with matching heels and tasteful jewelry to accentuate it. She was just finishing up her makeup and making sure her hair was right when she heard the door.

“Lucan! Please let Ardeen in, would you?”

“Right away, ma’am.”

She didn’t know what she’d do without Lucan. He was almost like a third parent to her. He’d taught her everything she knew about swordplay and was always there for her, no matter what. She had no idea how a wealthy Welsh noble family ended up with an Irish butler, but she wouldn’t trade him for the world.

Lucan opened the door, speaking before he fully took in Ardeen’s appearance. “Welcome, young master Merdraut. Morgan is still finishing her preparations and—oh. I’m afraid there’s been some misunderstanding as to the, ah, dress code for this date.”

“Lucan? Lucan bring him in and give him something to drink! I’ll be down in just a moment!”

“Right away my dear! Make yourself at home, sir, and I will return with refreshments. We’ll get this whole thing sorted when Morgan comes down.”

Lucan left to get drinks, and there wasn’t too much of a wait before Morgan appeared at the head of the stairs, and quickly started making her way down before noticing what Ardeen was wearing. “Oh I’m so happy to see you and I… I… I’m overdressed, aren’t I?”

Morgan turned almost as red as her dress and lipstick. “S-sorry. I guess I should have asked what sort of date we were going on.”

She’d just made such a fool of herself.

Ardeen Medraut

[Ardeen Medraut]

Ardeen turned bright red when Lucan opened the door and pointed out his attire. He damn near turned around and walked towards his truck when he was brought inside. He did not like this one bit. His voice seemed to give out when the man talked to him and he damn near panicked when the man left him in this really big room. He was about to mention not bringing drinks out for him to Lucan so that he can come back but heard Morgan coming down the stairs. He relaxed and looked over to the stairs and then turned very red when he saw what she was dressing.

"Holy fuckin' shit, you're beautiful" He breathed out, eyes wide and him all kinds of flustered. He swallowed thickly and walked over to her, to comfort her on the mishap. "If I knew that you'd dress up like this, I would've begged Myku ta help me find a place ta take you out to." He mumbled, accent thick on his tongue as he to her hand in his and kissed her softly. "You did nothin' wrong, Azaela. It was my fault for not clarifying. But! I brought one for you" He smiled.

"We're goin' out near the meadow ta go watch the stars from the bed of my truck. Gonna be covered in blankets and stuff so we won't get cold later on. Brought some tea in a thermos and snacks for us. And I brought stuff to make s'mores too. Is that okay?" He asked softly with one of his hands on her hips while the other held hers.

[Morgan Faye]

Morgan's eyes sparkled as she heard the description of the date. Oh it was wonderful. He was wonderful.

"Oh that's amazing. I love that. I-I love you." She grabbed the sides of his face and pressed his lips to hers, kissing him deeply and passionately. She had it really bad for him. "That's a perfect date. Mum would hate it, but I adore it."

She loved the whole idea. She'd never had a chance to do anything so... rustic. Everything she did for a date sort of thing was very posh and prim and proper. The date in the meadow was full of firsts for her and she had adored everything. She loved how he didn't look at her and see money. She loved how he was stubborn and but sweet and soft and she adored everything about him.

"Give it to me. Quick. Th-the pajamas. Not--" She cut off, realizing how her statement could have been interpreted. "I-I'll get changed and we can go."

Lucan returned with freshly made tea. "Here you are sir and--oh. Do I need to give you two some privacy?"

Morgan's face once again matched her dress. "Lucan! No! I-- Give Ardeen some tea, I'll be right back!"

Ardeen Medraut