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The woman laying on her back in the summer lounge chair; enjoying the breeze through her hair, stirred. Blinking her violet-hazel eyes open to readjusting to her surroundings. Sun high in the sky and hearing the waves brushing against the sand lazily. Nothing but soothing sounds and the smell of saltwater hitting her senses. Kajol is fully relaxed.
Her attractive accomplice returned by placing a kiss on her cheek and handing over a colorful cocktail. This prompted her to push her sunglasses to the top of her head causing the colors around her to become vivid from the shaded lenses. Turning her head, she observed her husband's toned, yet bare upper body and dark swim trunks as he sat in the chair next to her. She smiled with both her eyes and her lips as she regarded her husband.
"Where would I be without you, Beloved?" She held her right hand out to have it interlocked with his left. His wedding band warm and secure against her fingers.
"Doing just fine." He smirked while the forming crows-feet at the corner of his eyes crinkled. The former Commodore removed her hand just to crawl over Squall and straddle his waist. Sometimes, Kajol enjoyed marveling over her husband's features.
Maturing like fine wine, genetics played a part. But being a Sorceress Knight for several years of his life in his twenties had played a part. The distinguished white streaks in the front of his brunette hair was a testament to their time together. A casualty of youth to some. Yet Squall merely thought it was "Cool".
Her smile was full of tenderness and endearment. "Thanks for being here with me Squall."
He returned it in kind. "Happy birthday, Love." He leaned up and pressed a kiss to her lips; the same lips she had kissed for over twenty years now. Savoring the moment had newfound meaning to them. Retired mercenaries, recent parents, and a fully fulfilled Sorceress and Knight relationship. While she was no longer a Sorceress, he always regarded himself as her Knight. She loved that about him. They've conquered everything that they felt was life-threatening and now they could relax for the rest of their days.
Pulling away from the kiss, she pursed her lips, "Feels weird to say I am forty-two now." She admitted, brows furrowed at the realization. Hell, she still couldn't process that she even made it into her forties. The power of challenging mortality as an ex-mercenary still makes her question the reality she lives in... in the sense that she's alive in it and not paranoid for her life. Well, the nightmares at night say differently, but she copes.
Her former knight in question shrugged, freshly forty-one from a birthday three months prior, "I wouldn't worry about it." A grin donned on his features. "I still tell people you're twenty-nine." He winked, causing his wife to toss her head back and release a hearty guffaw. The loose curls around her shifted as the front of her own silver loose curls fell into her vision again, mixed with the natural black curls that were bouncier.
Oh yes, her husband was a keeper alright. She did say all those years ago that the way to her heart was loyalty, a taste for spontaneity, no fear in being themselves, and humor. Plus, humor keeps one young and she intends to be young-spirited alongside her husband, the former Silver Lion of Balamb, Squall Leonhart.