Night of Grace

vongolaelena:

Elena’s eyes danced with love, warmth, joy and amusement as he bowed and kissed her hand. Just like Daemon. Her eyes locked with his as they gazed at each other, her smile widening until she giggled softly. “Oh hush, il mio amore. Any more compliments from you and I will not know what to do with myself.”, she teased, watching as he returned to his full height.

Her cheeks glowed with happiness as she felt his fingers moving to tuck her hair behind her hair, the love for him forever growing. Every small action or time spent, made her love him more and more. There didn’t seem to be any limit to how much she could love him. And she was glad. Taking the bouquet of flowers, she closed her eyes briefly as she brought it to her nose, sniffing gently and inhaling the wondrous scents of the flowers. “Oh Daemon. These are molto bello. Grazie mille, tesoro. And as for waiting, you will just have to make up for it, si ?” , she said, her eyes flashing teasingly as she extended her hand to take his arm.

“By all means, Daemon Spade, let us go.”, Elena replied as she stood at his side, arm to arm, purposefully brushing her arm against his.

A low chuckle escaped his lips, a hand brushing his bangs out of his eyes. “Mmm but you do so love the compliments. I can see it in your eyes my love.” he teased, a playful look in his eyes. “Alas if you do not know what to do with yourself, I will certainly make sure to remind you or at the very least, take care of you myself.”

A proud but gentle look overcame his features, watching her reaction over the flowers closely. The fluttery feeling returning to his stomach that resembled the feeling he got every time he saw her grateful smile. How much happiness can one human being withhold? That is a question that might just never be answered. He was all for breaking limits and this would be one of the limits he would just have to break over and over. Always and forever. But of course that was just the way he wanted it and he was positive that Elena wanted the very same. “Ah, si. I can only hope that you accept my apologies for my tardiness for in return, I will make this night that much more magnificent for you.”

Daemon’s hand familiarly intertwined itself with Elena’s smaller ones as he led her away. “Come then. Let us not delay ourselves any further. We can talk on the way there.”

(Source: eighthofspades)

vongolaelena:

Elena winced slightly at the touch. She wanted so many things at this moment and they all conflicted with one another. But the wound was something that she had to bear alone. She just looked at him briefly before turning her head away. There was nothing to say on the matter. 

Elena didn’t want to hurt him, yet..she didn’t want to be near him right now. So she spoke almost inaudibly, “Do not worry. I am tired. I am going to rest for..a good time. Per favore,…let me be..for now.” With that being said, she lightly and gently pulled away from the other to go to her room.

His look of worry turned into a solid disappointment and a bit of hurt. Clenching his fist until his knuckles turned white, he couldn’t help but feel like she wasn’t telling him something. He did not know the situation but whatever it was, it was as if he was to blame. That is the feeling he had gotten from all of this.

“E-Elena! Please—” The illusionist bit his tongue and watched her turn her back to him, heading to her quarters. Wasn’t there anything he could do to return that sparkling radiance back into her eyes? Back into her soul? It was as if she had lost it somehow and he’ll be damned if he didn’t try and get it back to her. That brilliant light was part of the woman he fell in love with and he wasn’t one to give up so easily. Even though she had walked away from him, he would plot and come up with a superb plan that would bring her back to her senses. He was a genius after all and this was but yet another challenge for him to overcome.

(Source: eighthofspades)

“My dear…is something the matter?” he asked with worry lacing his tone, a hand gently making it’s way up to her cheek and his thumb brushing against the skin. Daemon hated— well DESPISED seeing her so miserable like this. “Please tell me what is wrong. Let me be the support that will never let you fall.” There was no way he was going to let her continue making that face; one of pure misery. Not while he was still conscious.

shimonthetenth:

eighthofspades started following you

Daemon.. You’re still around?

“Mmmm something wrong with that Enma-kun? I thought you would be more than happy to see me.”

Night of Grace

vongolaelena:

Elena was very excited. It has been awhile since the two of them did something together. The date didn’t matter so much as the time spent with Daemon. Any chance she had, she would. He had given her a casual remainder this morning before leaving to attend his duties as his Guardian and Elena, throughout the day didn’t forget. In fact, it was what kept that bright smile of hers throughout the day. The anticipation for the evening impatiently beating inside her heart. Eventually, the day did end and she got ready.

Now, waiting at the corner of the park, she wore a simple, capped pink dress that crisscrossed in the front,. A pink  ribbon was tied around her neck and her hands were clasped behind her as she waited. Elena’s back was to the male as she waited, watching the leaves on the ground dance across her feet. It was not until she heard the sound of heels did she turn, her blue eyes turning to fix on the noise. Upon catching sight of the other, she smiled happily and walked forward as well, to close the distance between each other.

Just the sight of her smile was enough to take his breath away. Truly an angel upon this earth and he was the lucky man whom had been blessed with such a treasure. With a slight intake of air, he returned a gentle smile towards his fair lady and once he was close enough to her, he bowed, taking her hand in his and kissing it. “You look as divine as usual, my dear Elena.” he whispered against her hand with a smile, his eyes staring back into hers. Sometimes it was hard for even him to believe how madly in love with her he actually was.

Standing up straight once more, he extended a gloved hand to tenderly tuck some of her golden locks behind her ear before handing her the bouquet of flowers. “I hope I did not make you wait too long.” He would certainly feel guilty if he had so he wished that it wasn’t the case. “Shall we get our evening started then?”

(Source: eighthofspades)

Night of Grace

Other than the sound of the of plant life rustling in the gentle after dusk breeze, it was relatively quiet, that is until a very familiar illusionist stepped out from a flower shop that had been preparing to close for the night with a bouquet of roses of a variety of different colours but their sentiment would remain the same. He had promised Elena that he would take her on a date under the stars and he had just the perfect plans for the night but of course he would keep that a surprise for her. it would not do well if he just simply blurted out his plans to her. Where was the romance in that?

Daemon’s heels clicked against the cobblestone as he headed to the destination where his angel would surely be waiting and if he was lucky enough, he would be there first since it was not gentlemanly to make a lady wait even though that seemed to happen more times than he’s like to admit. With another glance downwards at the flowers he held close to his chest, he couldn’t help but let a peaceful smile grace his features as he continued forward, his gaze finally catching sight of their meeting place for the evening.