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nikolas vaisey doesn't need a broom to fly (besserwisser) wrote in wished,
@ 2010-07-11 00:11:00

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!2003: 07, !incomplete, daphne greengrass, nikolas vaisey

WHO: Nikolas and Daphne Vaisey
WHAT: THE VAISEYS DO ESPANA.
WHERE: A Wizard market in Barcelona, not far from where they are staying for the week.
WHEN: Sunday 11 July, 2003. Early afternoon.

They had only been in Spain since Friday, but time seem to have slowed and when Nikolas had awoken that morning it was with the feeling that he had been here for at least a week already. While this might ordinarily have been a very bad thing indeed, he was currently of the mind that the more time spent away from home the better, and that when the time did come to return at the end of the week, it would be with much reluctance. Perhaps the course of a week would see him rid of the sort of cabin fever feeling he'd been experiencing in Bath, but right now he found very little appealing about going home.

He and Daphne had spent most of the morning in the vicinity of the hotel - Barcelona had a rather bustling Wizarding community, and they were hardly the only tourists. Luckily, this meant that accommodations were plentiful and, as they could afford it, of high quality. The trip had, so far, had a leisurely pace, one that Nikolas would be glad to keep up. It would be fun to experience the local culture and sights, but it was good not to have to rush, or to think about coming back and working.

Having had a late lunch and coming out of it feeling very full, they were now wending their way through one of the larger outdoor markets. The weather was perfect for it and, despite the mild sunburn Nikolas had acquired after an oversight the day before, he felt no need to spend the day indoors. Given the size of the crowds, everyone else seemed to have the same idea. Daphne had already made a few purchases, but for the most part they were just browsing. As he glanced to one of the carts to his right, a very garish and brightly colored hat caught his eye. It was plainly hideous, and he wondered if Daphne had seen it and thought the same. Making sure that she wouldn't miss the chance to comment, he grabbed her wrist and pointed with his free hand, a skeptical smirk on his face.

"Wait, wait, wait." He reached over and plucked the hat up, ignoring a suspicious glance from the merchant, an old women with a bored expression. "I think this is obviously what you've been spending the past half-hour looking for."

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daphne__g
2010-07-23 04:23 am UTC (link)

Perhaps that was one of her faults, she never did give herself enough credit. It's not like she was a modest girl, she just felt it was easier to come off as passive than to take credit for everything. It was likely not a good trait to possess, it just made Daphne seem like she didn't care most of the time. In the end though, that was likely the purpose.

Daphne smirked and eyed him closely, "Obviously my mother has complete and utter faith in your magical impregnating kisses. I have my doubts..." Was that almost a challenge? Arching a finely sculpted brow, Daphne placed the wrapped packages in her bag and moved away from the cart. Patting Nikolas' shoulder, she brushed close against him and just smirked. "It's all right, I understand."

Oh, Daphne was just teasing him now. Her intentions weren't completely clear, and while she knew she could never do what her parents request - at least not by the time they return back home - it did make her wonder if they would ever get that way. Married for four years, most couples were popping out babies, Daphne and Nikolas were barely even hugging. Their relationship was something that always lingered in the back of Daphne's mind, but it never seemed odd considering the circumstances.

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besserwisser
2010-07-23 04:38 am UTC (link)

"Oh, that's very understanding of you," Nikolas quipped, strolling along beside her after she had paid.

As they meandered away from the cart, his mind began working something out, and he wasn't sure how he felt about it. They teased each other like this fairly frequently, but it always seemed to come to a sudden end, an awkward silence usually following. Maybe today would be different. They were talking about it, at least, and seemed at ease to make light of the topic. And it would hardly be the first time he'd kissed anyone. Just Daphne. He wasn't sure if she wanted him to, but sometimes it seemed like she was testing him.

Let it be an afternoon for testing things, then. Spying a little alcove near a stand of flower, Nikolas grabbed her wrist again and indicated that she should follow him over. There was a mischievous look on his face, but he was doubtful. "Wait up, come over here."

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daphne__g
2010-07-23 04:56 am UTC (link)

"I know, it's one of my numerous endearing characteristics." A bemused grin curled on her lips, as she fell silent. That usual silence that came along with the teasing was slowly settling in. Daphne was a little crestfallen, it wasn't often that she got playful that when it just died out like it usually did she felt a little disappointed.

Blue gaze watched as they passed by a few more carts, studying the items passively. Nothing really screamed out towards Daphne, and she began to wonder if this was going to end their shopping afternoon. It was all the same, her feel were starting to hurt, and in her stiletto heels that was expected.

Her attention was immediately pulled away from the carts to catch that mischievous look on Nikolas' face as he tugged her towards an alcove. Looking at him curiously, she allowed him to guide her to the alcove by the flowers. "What?" Stepping into the shade of the alcove, she leaned against the bricks, "Merlin, doesn't this seem familiar." Smirking slightly, she watched Nikolas, inwardly wondering why he wanted to stop by this alcove. She found it amusing that the two of them more than often found themselves together in alcoves. In Hogwarts that seemed to be a normal thing for them... it usually lead to meaningful leaps and bounds in their.... whatever they had. The first time it was after the spider attack, the last time it was to rest after fighting Death Eaters. Now? Did he just want to reminisce?

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besserwisser
2010-07-23 05:11 am UTC (link)

That point hadn't occurred to Nikolas, but Daphne was right. Somehow they had often managed to wind up alone in secluded spots while at school, and those times usually saw them actually getting on. It hadn't been his intention now - he just didn't think it would behoove either of them to make a scene in the middle of a street crowded with busy shoppers and tourists. If it was fitting, though, who was he to argue?

"It's interesting, I'll give you that." Suddenly Nikolas wasn't really thinking all that much about whether this was a good idea, or even the right moment for it. What was the worst that could happen? It wasn't as though the idea hadn't come up before. As far as he was concerned, it was about time someone did something about it. With as little pretense as was possible by this point, Nikolas leaned forward and, a hand lightly moving to the side of her face, kissed Daphne.

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daphne__g
2010-07-23 05:30 am UTC (link)

Whoa! Daphne's eyes went very wide as she realized that Nikolas was actually leaning forward. A hand raised, almost instinctively, to rest over his as it moved to the side of her face. The moment his lips touched hers, she had to tell herself to breathe. Daphne couldn't tell if it was shock or anxiety that had her heart racing in her chest, and threatening to pound out of her ears. The entire marketplace faded away and the sounds became muffled as all she could hear, feel and see was Nikolas kissing her.

Eyes slowly closed as she felt herself easing into the kiss. This wasn't so bad, actually. He wasn't a bad kisser and Merlin, now she felt silly for actually thinking he wouldn't take the bait. Her cheeks turned a fiery crimson against his hand, as her fingers trailed down from his hand to lace into the front of his shirt just slightly. It was more so to keep herself steady, as she could sense those tell-tale signs that she might actually go weak in the knees - whether it was because of the kiss or her shoes was up for debate.

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