Over a Starlit Tide [Vanyel/Violet]

He never would have thought something like this would happen again. After everything that he went through the first time, had he told his past self that he would eventually come to this moment, he knew that he wouldn't believe it back then. Fireworks seemed to go off in his heart as he reveled in this moment, held onto her hand tightly, yet still maintaining a sense of gentleness.

Then, she said that. It took him aback, and he had to do a double take at first. He blinked, his lips parting as he processed what was just said to him, before it soon turned into a wide, elated smile. His hand lifted from her cheek, only to wrap his arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug, standing and lifting Violet along with him, taking a few steps away from the table and spinning around a few times.

"I knew you could do it, Vi! I'm so fuckin' proud of ya!"

He was a little dizzy after that, but, he didn't care. He eventually recovered, taking Violet's hands in his own, only for her to suddenly throw her arms around him. Even through the excitement and emotion that he felt in such an action, having her so close just felt...right. All of his work that he did for Gracen Arms, the Hollows he fought, the suffering...all of it felt like nothing right now. Vanyel wrapped his arms around her in return, gently swaying as he held her to his chest and shoulder.

"Yeah. Wouldn't want all this food to go to waste, now would we? Let's make this night even better with some good food, shall we?"

He might not have said it in the same manner, but, he couldn't agree more. This was the best, happiest night of his life. As her stomach growled, Vanyel took her hands, gently guiding her back to the table and sat down next to her. The two started eating, and, after a few bites, Vanyel swallowed and knelt down, reaching under the table to retrieve a bottle of Ao Yun Shangri-la wine, popping the top, pouring a glass for each of them.

"Y'know, I don't think I ever got the story of why you dye your hair. I know I told you my story, but...I don't remember asking about you. So...how 'bout it?"

He knew that she was staring at him, and he could tell that she was quickly trying to look away whenever he went to look at her when he was done taking a bite of his food. It seemed that she couldn't take her eyes off him, either. His head canted lightly to the side as she finally revealed the story. She was a natural blonde? That took him by surprise. Chuckling softly at her already telling him not to make any blonde jokes, Vanyel instead leaned forward, gently taking a lock of hair in his hand and looking at it.

"Hmm...yeah, this is definitely better. But, hey, my reasoning wasn't any better, either. Why two colors, though? Are they your favorite colors?"

He didn't know much about her parents beyond the small things that she had let slip during their time in Japan, and, given that her reasoning behind the hair dye was not wanting to look like her mother, it only sought to confirm his suspicions. But, more than anything, it made Vanyel mentally check off the idea of asking about her parents from the list. This was supposed to be a happy night, the happiest of their lives, and he sure as hell wasn't going to risk tainting it.

Vanyel found himself idly running his fingers through her hair as she spoke. It took seven tries to get it right? He was glad that he had settled on just white, trying to get the right color and all that down proper just sounded like an absolute nightmare to learn. But, even as he thought that, he smiled. Even if the process seemed hellish, it definitely had ended up being worth it.

But, then she wanted to ask a question about him. He gave a little nod, resting his elbow on the armrest and his chin in his palm as he waited for her. His expression turned to one of surprise as she asked about his eyes. He remembered that she asked about them when they were in Japan, but she never asked something like this. The thought that she found them mesmerizing made a light shade of red come to his face as he sat up, rubbing the side of his neck.

"Well...yes and no. It's not like I have some special eyes from genetics or something like that, but, I have been working on something."

Leaning forward a little so that Violet could get a good look, Vanyel looked at her, channeling his energy and focusing his Reikaku into his eyes, causing their natural color to light up even brighter. He could seen a thin, emerald green aura emanating from her as the power activated. But, soon after, it died down, and he blinked a few times, before offering an excited smile.

"I based it off a power from a character in Journey to the West, but, it's still basically a recycled thing from before...the whole demon stuff happened."

He smiled a little wider at seeing her blush. So fuckin' adorable. He rested his chin against his open palm again, bringing his elbow back to the armrest as he waited to hear what she thought. At first, when she finally responded, questioning his reasoning, he was also confused, his head canting to the side ever so slightly. But, then, he realized what she meant, shaking his head lightly.

"Ohh, okay, I get where the confusion was. It's not a power from when I was a demon, it's from before then, when I was still human. On another topic, how does the dress feel? I sorta made a guess when I bought it, but, it looks a bit...f-form-fitting. What is your dress size, if you don't mind me asking?"

In part, it was to try and learn more about her. But, more importantly, he wanted to know so he had more confidence in the things he'd buy her in the future.