Trying to summarize the last few Mayday/Archer interactions - because this has been an absolute chaotically unplanned GAR Goth Night journey. 😅
This is possibly overly saccharine, but what can I say? I’m a sucker for that osik. Bear with me, Photo Booth art at the bottom!
Maydays’ offer of the quest item rose caused Archer to feel a bit uneasy. Her beskar-clad exterior and quiet nature usually kept the aruetiise at a distance. This one was either confident or di’kutla. 😊
(Credit - @foxwithadarkside)
Unused to this sort of attention and uncertain what to do with the obviously smitten Mayday, Archer contemplated the risks of entertaining this sort of a connection.
She felt a growing sense of affection towards the man, after observing his quiet persistence, care for his vode, and unrelenting dedication. Given their respective professions, the type of connection he seemed to be seeking was dangerous, however. For both of them.
With an inward sigh and her characteristic reticence, Archer sent Mayday on an additional quest to learn some impressive dance moves. Sensing his quiet feeling of rejection and trepidation over the coming trials, Archer felt a twinge of guilt, but now she would have some time to think.
(Credit: foxwithadarkside)
Mayday carried on with his quest and learned some stunning (“the Mikkian pretze”, salsa!) and some questionable (drunk howling?) dance moves. We presently find Archer observing Mayday carefully taking notes while watching members of Clan Skirata flow through the powerful forms of the Dha Werda Verda, a Mandalorian war dance which seems to be popular with the crowd (and Archer)! It seemed, to him, that males conduct this ritual shirtless, so he prepared by removing his shirt too (RIP Hexx).
(Credit @eobe - the one who started this whole thing)
Standing amidst the rolling clouds of coloured fog, strobing lights, and crush of moving bodies, watching Mayday carefully study every movement of the dancers, Archer felt a wave of affection wash over her that was wholly her own. Beneath his exterior of confidence, this man possessed a genuine dedication and radiated such a wholesome determination that it was impossible not to like him. Resolve crystallized inside Archer, and she knew it was time to act.
She quietly approached him from behind as he watched Fi and Ordo move skillfully through the Dha Werda Verda. Placing a hand on Maydays’, shoulder she called for his attention. ”Al’verde?”
Mayday quickly spun around to face her, a surprised look on his face. Archer continued. ”I can teach you the Dha Werda Verda, if you want. But perhaps you’d like to check out the new Photo Booth with me instead?”.
Mayday felt a small thrill rush through him at being addressed by his rank in the Mando’a language and being approached by Archer for the first time. His gaze softened as he studied her and noticed the rose he’d given her, carefully pinned in her hair. He took a step closer to her and slid his sunglasses off his face, gently placing them atop her head. With a smile he offered his left hand and turned in the direction of the Photo Booth.
Returning his smile, Archer placed her hand in Mayday’s and he closed his fingers around it gently. She turned and began leading him toward the garishly-lit Photo Booth, revelling in the simple intimacy of holding hands, and feeling a small blush creep across her cheeks at being granted the cherished glasses.
(Credit: foxwithadarkside)
The purple curtain on the booth was closed across its’ entrance, but the booth appeared empty. Sliding his sunglasses down over her eyes, she pulled Mayday into the booth and reached across him to slide the curtain closed again. In such close proximity, the scents of cinnamon, mint, and cocoa washed over her, with just a hint of pine balsam. “Hmm. Fi was right” she thought with a tiny scoff.
Gathering her composure, Archer placed a credit into the payment slot, and pressed the button to activate the Photo Booth timer. “So…”Mayday began in a gravelly tone, just as a shutter sound indicated the first photo had been taken.
Swallowing her final reservations, Archer wordlessly lifted the sunglasses off her face, placed a hand on Mayday’s right cheek and dropped a kiss quickly on his left. A second shutter sound confirmed the look of shocked surprise on his face was captured by the photo booths’ camera.
Mayday quickly overcame his surprised stillness and, emboldened by Archer’s gesture of affection, stood to his full height and placed a soft peck on her forehead just as the third shutter sound signalled the end of the photo sequence.
Blushing furiously, he looked down at her for a long moment before saying “Shall we see how the photos turned out?” Backing out of the booth, he carefully placed a hand to the small of her back, bringing her with him.
Plucking the flimsi strip out of the receptacle, Archer flashed it in Mayday’s direction asking “What do you think?”.
“Mesh’la” he replied, his eyes never leaving hers.
Grabbing Maydays’ hand, Archer began confidently striding towards the music stage, towing him along. “Stay close, Al’verde. You still owe me a dance” Archer tossed over her shoulder with a smirk.
10/10 patience if you made all the way to the bottom! 😉
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