A Celebration of Life, or at least, the celebration of attempting to solidify a constant individual within that life. It'd been the idea of intention that drove him, when it came down to it; What Senan wanted out of what the two of them had started build with one another had been something that would be lasting. To -show- that he wanted it to last beyond just living those days with one another, sure, he could've done that only and proved it everyday which he'd already told himself that he would. Symbolism, however, was something often very strongly driven in those of the Fae as was the intention with Nature itself with its numerous bouts of balance and the systematic way it had all worked off one another. The Fair people stood as much as guardians as symbols for their purpose in the revolving doors that had been life itself, after all.
Senan's lips curved into a wide smile, uncharacteristically so, just from hearing her give a confirmation that she'd been willing to go through with it. His head nodded with visible ease and a hint of excitement that he would perhaps be far more shocked that he showed if he ever saw it done in a mirror. "It is my choice -- Our choice. That's what makes it doubly important. It wouldn't hold much meaning if it had only been one sided." In the category of birthday gifts, it wasn't conventional, not by a long shot. It also wasn't something specifically intended only for her which probably made it far more along the lines of a bad gift in the eyes of other people. To him, however, it made perfect and utter sense with how things escalated between the two of them and even how close they came to doing many things and discover other things that had been designed by the necklace. Which, oddly enough, he hadn't been wearing - it made him feel far more naked without it around his neck even with the short time that he had with the trinket. Yet, he refused to allow it the benefit to ruin another moment for the two of them.
The oil held a warmth to it, not too hot, but enough to make am impression against the skin as if it were a soothing embrace. "Hearing you say that with such confidence is. . . You're amazing." His words formed in the usual straightforward manner that he held. "You don't need to make that promise. That you feel you do, however, means more to me than I could even manage to actually describe." His hands slowly wrap around her waist and a smile stretches from the corners of his mouth. "And I'll be your shadow when you need me to be, sometimes protection can always come the form of a light, you know." Which had been ironic for him to say, being a Half-Fae aligned towards the concept of Light itself, that he found the shadows far more comforting and a means to offer a shield to the woman that he had all to himself.
"Well now. . ." His hands dipped into the water and pressed together, shaping of a cup-like form. Some of the oil pooled in and he lifted his hand up. "We pour some oil over one another's head, slowly and steadily. It's supposed to represent the closeness of washing one another." After the brief explanation his hands tipped over the tip of her head, the oil pouring gingerly from the tips of his fingers as if it were a spout, cascading over the red-locks of her hair. The unique magical properties of the oil made it so that even if it had connected in her eyes it'd be as if it were water, no amount of stinging or obscurity of the vision itself. Crafted and honed towards the quality assurance of such rituals. His hand then lowered to rest at his side.
"After we do this we. . . Disrobe. While doing that we essentially say, er, a sort of vow. What we plan to offer one another before the embrace." This had been the awkward part of things, he knew what she'd stated. The process of it all, however, had been quite intimate by the standards of Humans. Fae often not following the similar societal stigma's that were held in the Human societies. "And from there we. . . Give over to one another."