Only Fools Walk Where Angels Fear To Tread
The idea that Sera, by right of paying, got to choose where they went to eat readily saw the return of that scowl to his features. It was fair, he supposed, and yet no matter where they went Sera was likely to eat half of his meal all the same no matter how much he protested that she had said she wasn't 'that hungry' and why hadn't she ordered something larger to begin with. Let alone her habit of picking olives off of everything and anything they came in or on and putting them on his food. Somet battle even Azrael had given up attempting to fight. Even if it had taken Serafina nearly a year to force that silent yield from him. Still, in this, he offered little protest. Those holiday considerations having taken a far more notable role within his thoughts. He could hardly remember the last time he'd taken a holiday. A real one. Let alone one that involved going overseas and yet if they were going to vacation they might as well damn well do it properly. His work with the COuncil had, over the years, taken him to more places then he could count. Azrael finding the vast majority of countries he visited nothing short of disappointing all the same and yet.....for Sera he supposed he might be willing to deal with the tourist jam and airport lines and paying obscene amounts of money for services that, outside of the season, would likely have otherwise been half the price if not free. His girlfriend, he suspected, had not travelled before. At least not to the extent he had. A part of him desiring to be able to show her what the rest of the world had to offer. They had, after all, been dating for several years now. Wasn't it about time he took her somewhere? Besides, if she liked Dubai, then who was to say they couldn't try Paris next year or Singapore the year after? Azrael realising, near suddenly, how very.....long term his plans had become whenever he considered Sera and himself. That dark-haired little witch having become such a permanent fixture in his life quote without him even truly noticing it happen.
That foam sword was handed easily to the slender woman then, the pair of them taking up those stances as Sera insisted she had no passport- the very notion all but confirming his suspicion she truly never had been anywhere. At least, not outside the country they currently resided in. Fine. That was easy enough to take care off. He could speed that process along through the Council all the same reducing that few weeks wait normally attributed to official documents down to a few days. The idea of just when to go prompting that frown to his features once more as his golden gaze suddenly returned to the blue off her own again. That query on just when she could be ready to leave falling from him then. After all, she still had that business of hers to think off. Azrael mostly sure she could hardy just walk away and leave it. Serafina, to his knowledge, didn't employ any other staff either. Her insistence she would need a few days at least prompted that further consideration of dates within his mind. There was, he supposed, no real rush. Maybe after new years would be ideal. Most of that holiday traffic would be leaving Dubai rather then coming in. Serafina's question on how long they would be gone for seeing his attention return to her in full again.
"About two weeks I suppose, give or take a few days depending on how we feel."
His own shoulders lifted in a shrug of sorts. Azrael it seemed, decidedly more relaxed about the concept of holidays then he was in regards to most things. The Hunter pausing then to offer those instructions on her stance and position before asking after that documentation they were going to need to actually organize Serafina's passport. Christ but he hoped she wasn't one of those people that 'had it in a box somewhere'. Azrael largely suspicious of most of the inanimate objects in Serafinas house after she had threatened to send a hat rack after him those years ago. The raven-haired womans sudden, blunt insistence she didn't have birth certificate coaxing that look of confusion to his features. Whatever words he had been about to say abruptly cut off as she swung that sword at him. Her first strike was easily dodged, her second effortlessly parried. Those the very sort of drills he had done over and over and over again. Those very actions near second nature to him, a muscle memory of sorts and yet he hardly desired to destroy the woman's confidence altogether. Azrael slowing several of his parries then to 'accidentally' allow a handful of those strikes through if only to encourage her to keep trying.
The Hunter was content to let Sera strike at him several more times before he suddenly increased his own attack. Serafina's sword knocked easily aside only to allow his own to 'stab' at her chest. That huff he was rewarded with prompting that chuckle from within his throat. His insistence his victory would earn him the prize of Serafina in that delightful little costume only further bolstering his mood. Azrael rather assured he deserved a prize after having to deal with Sera's largely lackluster efforts today. Any protest the woman was about to make abruptly silenced as he brought that foam sword down to bop her atop the head. Her sudden protest met with several more bops. Azrael mostly sure, that had this been a real weapon, her head would have been removed from her shoulders entirely. That idle tease fell smoothly from his lips. Serafina becoming only more irate as she demanded he shut up before that sword finally collided with his chest. Azrael taking that opportunity to wrap one arm around her waist and effortlessly lift that lithe little witch from the ground- promptly declaring her a crime statistic as he glanced down toward her. One eye daring to lift ever so slightly in curiosity as to how she might react to her new predicament. Only for her silence to give way to a sudden shout that startled even him.
"Jesus Sera! Now I'm bloody deaf!"
That very retort held no true disdain in it all the same, Azrael fighting to keep that grin from his features as his arm wrapped more firmly around her and lifted upward to purposely jostle his girlfriend a little at her insistence a 'scary Hunter' was to 'eat' her. Half that park likely about to be staring at them now. At least she had the shouting part of the plan to stop an abduction well practiced. Azrael swung her effortless then, his other arm shifting to rest beneath her knees and hold her far more comfortably in both arms now. His lips readily finding her own to steal that kiss then. Azrael pulling back just enough to utter those words.
"-but that is not what I'm going to do to you when we get home. I have a better plan."
There was a decided warmth to those nearly whispered words. That press off her figure against him, even now, nothing short of appealing before he gently lowered her back to the ground to stand. Azrael plucking that foam sword from her then before reaching over to grab the rest of that equipment.
"I think we are done for today, let's head back to the car."
How readily his thoughts shifted towards just exactly what he planned to do when they got home. That very thought so having a habit of keeping the usually irritable Hunter in a far better mood as that equipment was easily tossed into the back of the car before he moved to pen that door for Serafina in an age old habit. Azrael settled into the plush leather off his own seat a moment later, that car practically purring to life beneath his hands as he steered it expertly away from the curb and the rapidly darkening park grounds. That sun finally beginning to set. Another thought content to play upon his mind then and intrude upon those otherwise pleasing scenarios he had been content to consider. Azrael glancing towards his girlfriend then.
"Sera? What did you mean when you said you don't have a birth certificate? Do you mean you've lost it or you....were never given one at all? You mother wasn't some weird hippy who had one of those home births in a fucking bathtub and forgot to register you or something was she?"
Azrael thoughts on home births and hippies perhaps decidedly clear in that moment as his gaze shifted to the road and back to Serafina once more. Neither of them, ever, spoke much of their families. Neither of them had any family. It was simply a silent agreement between them, he supposed, that it was one of those things just not asked about and yet there had never truly been a need to ask- at least not until now.
"Did your Father not register you? Do you not....know how your Father is? Sorry, this just seems like the sort of shit boyfriends know about their girlfriends but look- you don't have to tell me if you don't want to or anything. We do need to sort out your paperwork though."