Nightshade

Shavronne - Exploring

Shavronne sat in the limo, Luka in his lap, laying his... her. Head, on his chest. Shavronne pet her head softly "Luka?" She looked up at him "I forgot to ask, what... should I call you?" Luka bit her lip. "Astrid? Is that-" he smiled "of course it's okay, Libelle. I love you Astrid. Where should we go darling?" She smiled happily "I um... I think it would be nice to go to a fancy inn or something" he nodded "fancy inn it is!" He gave directions to the driver and they began to drive, Shavronne holding Astrid close as they talked about what their vacation held in store. Shavronne smiled a bit "I do need to tell you something, Libelle. Now that you need clothes, I'll be spoiling you rotten whilst you're here." She blushed more and looked to the side "You don't gotta do that... I make plenty myself" Shavronne chuckled "But I want to." Astrid rubbed his cheek and smiled "Well if it's what you want.  But you gotta come shopping with me!" He kissed Astrid lightly "was I supposed to want something else?" They arrived at the small homely inn, and were welcomed inside by a kind young man,  who took them to their rooms,  Shavronne had already paid ahead a week on the place,  so they had it to themselves,  and the staff were eager to help them however they needed. Luka went upstairs to their room,  a pretty little room that reminded him of the cottage that the coven lived in. Off white, cream colored walls were in a pleasant contrast to the pretty oak timber supports. The window was an old feeling tiled glass pane, and when Shavronne looked through the window,  he could see onto the busy little street below, and if he looked further on, he could see a little of the hilly French countryside. They got settled in,  Astrid taking in all the new scents and sights with glee, filling shavronnes heart with warmth.  Him and Astrid took a long bath in the spacious two person tub, just taking time to unwind from their journey.  The blade was safely with the angels on its way back to America. Astrid looked up at him from the tub,  tracing a finger over his scars.  "Soooo... Do you have some super secret group out here that's gonna make me some crazy dress that's never been seen before?" He chucked "No secret group,  but family friends,  yes.  And for you,  they will make you any dress you can possibly dream up. They're very skilled,  a sweet older couple of tailors. Proudly a family owned business, Libelle." She smiled a bit,  walking her fingers up his chest.  "That sounds very nice... I'm still very nervous though" he gently cupped her face and rubbed Astrids back.  "Don't be my love,  there's nothing to be afraid of here.  I'm here,  and more importantly, you're strong and lovely,  and people adore you." Astrid blushed,  smiling more.  "How about..." the fingers that had walked their way up his chest slid over his shoulders as Astrid straddled him and giggled "you show me just how much you adore me"

After a long time in the bath,  with more fun than he had expected,  Shavronne got dressed up in an outfit he'd never wear usually but... well, it was a vacation,  right? He eyed the simple canvas pants and well fitted white button up,  and put them on. Astrid had been brought a plain but pretty white sundress from the owners daughter. She bit her lip,  holding it up to her body in the mirror by the bed.  Shavronne came up behind her,  kissing the top of her head "you're going to look lovely darling." She looked into his eyes through the mirror.  "What if... what if I'm just confused?" He smiled softly "Do you feel confused?" She shook her head,  starting to smile back. "No. Not at all." He helped his Libelle into the dress and held her slender hand as they walked outside,  heading to the first shop he planned to visit today,  a delicious smelling sweets shop,  advertising homemade artisanal pastries and taffies and candies. He watched with delight as astrids eyes lit up "sweets!" She grinned up at him before taking his hand and practically dragging him along into the store.  She looked around a while before heading to the counter,  ordering a large bag of sour gummies and taffy, and Shavronne ordered a chocolate pastry. They spent the day in a way neither of them had truly experienced. Madly in love,  and in a beautiful place with everything they needed,  and not another worry in the world for the time being.  Just living in and loving the moment.  Astrid and him headed to a bar,  and after some younger patrons recognized her from the videos of the concert and the chaos that ensued, they came over,  asking questions about her new choice of clothing,  and she happily answered as best she could. Though French wasn't her strong suit, Benji had taught her enough to get by. They begged her to get up and sing a little song,  and she laughed,  being pulled away from Shavronne,  who simply leaned on his hand and watched as she climbed up onto the little performing stage the bar had for nights with performances.  She sang a love song,  her eyes looking over the small bar till they landed on Shavronne,  and they watched him joyously. He waved with a smile, and she waved back.  This was the life they deserved. Astrid finished and thanked everybody before heading out with Shavronne,  both just a little buzzed,  warmth in their hearts to match the warmth on their cheeks. Shavronne held Astrids hand and led her to the tailors,  the last stop for the day. "Are you ready,  Libelle?" She nodded without hesitation,  and they walked in.