The night was warm. Another festival had begun in the streets of New Orleans as the husband and wife walked down the middle of Daulphine Street, parting the crowd like the Red Sea.
'So I'm finally meeting a Salvatore, huh?' Astrid chuckled as they passed stalls lit up with all kinds of colour. 'Looks like it, love.' He smiled.
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St James Infirmary warmed Astrid's heart as she walked through it's dark oak doors, Nik had stopped to talk to a gentleman outside so she was on her own. Her eyes drifted over the sea of partygoers until she met La Roux's and she nudged to the blonde man in front of her, wearing a denim shirt.
Sauntering over and putting on her charm, she pulled a chair up next to him and smiled.
'Mr Salvatore.'
Stefan seemed in awe of the hybrid, taking a few seconds to process who was in front of him before speaking, 'Mrs Mikaelson I assume.'
'In the flesh.' She grinned.
'Welcome to New Orleans.' Klaus showed up the other side of him and slid two shots across the bar, 'Old friend.'
Salvatore looked between the two before picking up his shot, provoking all three to down the liquor and start the night.
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persephone's orchard : k.m.
Fiksi Penggemarand i followed him into the fire.. as always. book three of 'Save My Soul.'
