Disclaimer: I do not own Strange Angels
Once we were on the main street Nat asked "Okay what do want to shop for first, your outfit or party supplies?"
"Clothes first, then supplies. Get the worst over with first." Hey I said I liked the clothes not that I liked looking for them.
She let out a rough sigh "Sometimes you just kill me Dru. You really do."
So the first place she took me to was Nordstrom's She didn't even let me try on the skirt which was black and looked way too short to cover anything, which was probably why she got it. This was going to be torture. She also bought a pair a plain black pumps with red soles. I was a bit confused with the next place she led me too, the lingerie department, where she picked out a blue and black laced corset.
It wasn't until we were walking out that I asked "What am I wearing over that?"
She looked over at me winningly and said "Nothing." As if it was just that simple. But I knew there was a reason.
"Why? Is someone important going to be there?" I said accusingly. Shanks had finally asked her out and things were good between them. I guess she felt I needed to be a bit more "friendly" with the boys in my class. She said I didn't need to be anything serious and I could see where she was coming from, but they just didn't appeal to me all that much. Then I would think of Christophe and a hot flush would go through me and then consequently I would think of Graves and feel like I was betraying him. But he was the one that left me right? I had promised to never leave him behind, but he'd been the one to leave me.
"Okay, okay I figured if we got caught you could charm your way out of it." She said it as if it was the simplest thing in the world.
"And you cant do it because?"
"Because it wont be a wulfen that catches us. So it has to be you." She said merrily.
"Oh, of course your totally right." I guess it was possible for me to put more sarcasm in to my tone, if I really tried.
"I knew you'd see it my way!" she said triumphantly. "now all we need are party supplies and there are already lights and music courtesy of Shanks so all we need are food and booze."
"Ahh, now I see why I need the outfit. You know if Christophe caught us he'd probably have kittens right there."
"Hopefully it won't be him then." she said casting me a sidelong glance.
After getting all the "necessities" as Nat put it, we headed back and made it just in time for the first bell to ring. I wasn't really feeling the nicer clothes today so I put on a pair of skinny jeans, my black military boots and a black tank top, hey it wasn't a T-shirt, and headed off to my sparring class with Christophe.
I no longer had trouble staying in the aspect and bringing it up at will. I also healed a lot quicker which wasn't a bad thing considering that Christophe knocked me on my ass on a daily basis. I would have so many back problems when I got older, but I guess I didn't need to worry about that since I would probably always look the same as I do now.
Of course when we were sparring he only spoke about tact and recovery. Always leave yourself a recovery was one of his famous lines. After class was over he dismissed me and that was that he didn't say anything else, just left. I appreciated him giving me some space, but I was kind of missing the old Christophe. So I caught up with him outside the sparring room before the adrenaline from fighting could wear off and I lost my courage.
"Christophe wait."
"Yes Dru?" he said in that business mockery tone of his.
"Can I talk to you?"
"Of course kochana." What the hell does that mean and was that a hint of a smile?
"Okay look Christophe I appreciate you giving me space and all that but…well would it kill you to talk to me like a normal person sometimes? You hardly ever talk to me anymore and when you do it's about some council meeting or strategy."
"I thought that's what you wanted?"
"I do, did…I don't know. I-" Uh- oh I grabbed my courage with both hands as Gran would say "-I miss you okay? I miss how it used to be, how I was able to just talk to you." There it was out, and I meant it I did miss him.
His face softened and his eyes were suddenly blowtorch blue "You can always talk to me milna" his hand lifted to brush a stray curl out of my face. It was the first time he had even gotten close let alone touch me in months. "And by the way, happy birthday." he wispred in my ear. Suddenly I was reminded of Graves and as Christophe walked away the only emotion I could feel was confused.