#mpxara

Starter for @mpxara

Nathaniel leaned back on his couch, comfortable in his home apparel of gray track pants and a clean shirt (though - naturally - both from exceptional designers). An arm rested around Ara’s shoulders as they watched the movie, pulling her into his warm embrace gently. It hadn’t been that long since he’d confessed to her and, whilst he had not technically asked her to be his girlfriend, he had assumed it were so. There was just no suitable time to ask.

starter for @mpxara ft bobby & ara 

Leaning forward towards the reflective surface of the large catering boiler stood by the tea stand, Bobby looks back at the distorted reflection of himself and with his tongue lightly poking out past his lips, he runs fingers through his messy, unruly curled hair in an effort to try and straighten himself out. The bright yellow wrist band glowing in the sun, meant to identify him to his blind date. Now this was something outside of his comfort zone, and as he lifts his shoulders with a huff, he stands to inspect his outfit and wonders if he should have dressed... smarter? 

He’d opted for his usual jeans and tank top, jacket tied around his middle as the sun, true to the festival’s nature, beat down and left the island muggy and hot. “Oh god-” he mutters to himself, quickly lifting his arm with a sniff, suddenly paranoid that the three layers of deodorant he had applied in a stressed panic earlier in the morning wouldn’t service, before he huffs into his cupped hand to check his breath. No, this was silly! He’s fine...

For the dearest @mpxara

From all of Nathaniel’s dating experiences - and he had quite a lot of it - the end of the night was the most important. It was usually the clearest indication of where things would lead: a second date, a kiss goodbye or a heated evening in the bedroom. He did not expect anything to come from his evening with Ara, especially not the latter, but couldn’t deny his attraction to her. She was just undeniably beautiful and pure: as though she had stepped right out of his dreams. His ideal type.

For @mpxara

Nathaniel was not one to spare any expense when spoiling women, and this was especially the case for a girl like Ara - sweet, kind and sincere - a dream girl who was so different from those in his past. After surprising her in the morning with a bouquet of red roses and a oversized teddy bear, just something common and simple, Nathaniel had arranged for them to spend the night away from Mount Phoenix.

It was actually just off the coast, but the large private super yacht was an impressive sight. It was typically reserved for larger parties and corporate events, but Nathaniel just wanted her to himself that night. “Mind your step,” he smiled, reaching a hand to help her step onto the deck. The yacht was expansive, with an outdoor pool, dining area and a large master bedroom where they would be spending the night.

Starter for @mpxara

Dressing up as a con-man and a long-lost princess wasn’t really scary enough for Halloween, but Ara had loved Anastasia so much and he wanted to make her smile. Nathaniel has gone to all lengths to perfect the evening, even having their costumes created by the musical’s exact costume designer, and seeing her all dressed up was well worth it.

He held out his arm to her, giving a bow as though she were absolute royalty. “May I have this dance, your highness?” he asked, glancing up with his usual flirtatious smile. It’d been a while since they’d danced and he wondered whether Ara remembered everything he’d taught her.

For @mpxara

He opened the car door for her, extending a hand to help her out of the sleek Tesla vehicle. "I better be careful when we go in there,” he teased, a smile playing on his lips, “Every man is going to be jealous of me for having you at my side.” It was the sort of compliment that he loved to give, but his words were absolutely sincere. Although Ara was always, in his humble opinion, incredibly beautiful, it was the first time that he’d seen her really dressed up. It made his heart skip a beat when he picked her up.

Lifting the other girl's hand gently Jinsoul leaned close to blow across drying lacquer, looking up through her lashes fondly. This pretty shade of pink matched the color in the other demigoddess's cheek and the warmth in brown eyes. She was pleased to have been allowed to pick the color.

"What do you think~?"

Sitting back to cap the nail polish and give it a shake Jinsoul admired her handiwork before pursing her lips and then moving to retrieve a smaller box. When she returned to sit cross legged before Ara she was practically bouncing in delight.