kenna mcleod 👸 ; montrose magpies (pickle) wrote in neeps, @ 2018-03-25 00:42:00
Who: Kenna McLeod & David Urquhart. What: Kenna wanted tapas, so David literally took her to Spain. When: Saturday, March 3rd. Where: CĂłrdoba, Spain. Warnings: N/A.
“Stand still,” Kenna said with a small laugh as she placed on hand on David’s shoulder. Lifting up one of her feet, she teetered for a moment before successfully removing one of her high heels. She then took a moment to smile up at David before carefully switching from one foot to the other where she removed her other high heel, Triumphant, she let go of his shoulder and threw her hands up in the air, shoes dangling from her fingers. “Success!”
Obediently, David stayed in place, a hand moving to the small of her back to help steady her. “Beautiful execution,” he pressed a kiss into her hair and held out his other hand to take her heels for her. “I’m in awe you managed to wear those for so long,” he said, sounding impressed as he eyed the items responsible for Kenna’s brief increase in height.
Her smile broadened as she handed over the delicate shoes. “The first key to high heels success is you walk with your head held high and your shoulders back. Like a queen!” In her excitement, Kenna wobbled to the side. “And not be tipsy. That always helps too.”
“You have the first one down,” he assured her, and said nothing about the several glasses of wine from dinner. “Did you - did you enjoy yourself tonight?” David asked, sounding hesitant, unlike the tipsy bravado he’d adopted. He was pretty sure she was happy, but he still wanted to ask. To make sure. To change things if she wasn’t.
“David,” she answered before taking hold of his arm so she could steady herself as they walked down the cobblestone street. “Do you really think there was a possibility I haven’t been having fun tonight?”
He ducked his head slightly, though it didn’t hide the way his cheeks grew red with embarrassment. “I don’t know. I suppose there’s always the possibility. And - I just. Wanted to make sure,” David finished, sounding a bit guilty for doubting himself in the first place.
Turning her head, Kenna placed a kiss on his clothed shoulder. “You worry too much,” she informed him as the hold on his arm tightened. “If I’m ever unhappy, you will definitely be the first to hear about it.”
That got a smile out of him. “All right,” replied David mildly, but the happiness and satisfaction was evident in his tone. “Where should we go next, then, do you think?” They had a few more minutes’ walk before they reached their hotel, and looking up at all of the colorful, vibrant buildings around them made him wonder what other kinds of places they’d be taking walks in. Would they all look like this? “Somewhere with very good food, of course. That’s a given.”
“Go next?” She let out a small laugh as he acted like going to Spain was just a trip around the corner. Well. Perhaps it was for David Urquhart, but it certainly wasn’t for Kenna McLeod. “David you don’t have to take me all over the place. I’m fine with just the Lebanese place in downtown Kirkcaldy as long as you take me.”
“It’s better in Lebanon, though,” he pointed out, a tad confused. They had magic, he had money. Why not travel and get the real thing if they could manage it? Which they could.
Kenna’s hold on his arm tightened. “You don’t have to spend the money on me, David.”
Again, Kenna had managed to render David confused on how to proceed. Reminded him how different their worlds were, sometimes. “You should decide what we do for our next date, then,” he settled on, and offered a slightly hesitant smile. “...Does that mean you don’t want to go to Madagascar, though?”
“Oh, god no. Come hell or high water we are going to Madagascar. I’ve already started saving money for it!” In that moment, Kenna realized just how cold her feet were against the stone street without her shoes. “And you’re going to regret saying I can decided when I drag you to yet another historical home in the English countryside.”
“Some of them are interesting,” David said honestly, and squeezed her shoulder. Madagascar would be better, though. “Strange to think that they had people as servants, though. And that their pictures don’t move.”
Kenna thought about her boyfriend’s comment for a moment. “I kind of like the fact their pictures don’t move sometimes,” she answered. “I think that’s sometimes nicer for being able to take in all the details. It’s nice you can just look at it without anything getting up and walking away before you’re done.”
David, in turn, considered this. “I’ve always thought that the point of photographs was to capture a moment in time, and the normal movement adds to the accuracy of that moment. It’s more realistic.” He said with a slight shrug.
“I was thinking more paintings. Like at the Muggle art gallery Greer and I went to once,” Kenna answered as she sidestepped a small puddle. “And I think they look nice on the walls. All still and calm.”
“Oh, well, that’s easy enough. Just don’t use the animation charm, then,” David pointed out.
Af a few seconds, Kenna loudly snorted. “Yeah, but then when people come over to your castle they would always be pointing out your pictures aren’t moving and you’d have to answer questions about why your pictures aren’t moving and having a moving portrait of yourself is a bit creepy once you think about it.”
“I didn’t say I was going to, just that you could.” Choosing the non-magical option never even been a consideration for David, though he did know it was possible. For whatever reason. “You don’t think I’d look dashing in a fur cape with a fireplace background?” He grinned, nudging Kenna slightly.
“I think you could, but you would have to get a pair of those ridiculously elongated shoes,” she informed him. “And perhaps a jaunty cap to complete the portrait ensemble.”
“No portrait is complete without one,” agreed David with a solemn nod. “Will I have you sitting regally on a throne to my side as we look on proudly at our dogs?”
Kenna laughed. “As if I would pass up a chance to sit on a throne. But in addition to the dogs, there has to be at least one disinterested cat somewhere in the portrait.”
“Puppy can be perched on the mantle looking down at all of us with disdain,” David nodded.
“Yes. That sounds perfect,” she said as she looked up at David. “Puppy wouldn’t have it any other way. Well. Perhaps sitting in your hair.”
“Yeah,” David grimaced. “I still don’t understand his obsession.”
Rounding a bend in the sidewalk, their small hotel came into view. “He’s a cat and he likes you. They just have weird ways of showing it.”
“Cats are really weird.” He agreed, and moved to open the door for Kenna to slide through.
“That’s why I like them,” she said as she slipped through the door and waited for him to follow suit. Once he was inside, Kenna smiled at the elderly wizard sitting behind the front desk before taking David’s hand. “I know I keep saying you don’t have to do things like this, but thank you for taking me on this trip.”
David smiled softly. “You’re welcome.”
“Now come on,” Kenna started as she gave his hand a tug. “It’s past my bedtime, but I think I could stay up a little longer for you.”