Don't Mess With Me

Iskra frowned as the witch talk, then nodded. “I’m sorry to hear that” she said sympathetically. She knew how awful it was for the people who were supposed to care about turning on you. Then she smiled. “I like you as well. You’re funny, and it doesn’t hurt that you’re gorgeous too.” Iskra had met a lot of beautiful women over the centuries, and Skye was right up there on the list.

“Eh, I’m glad things went poorly.  Gave me a chance to get on my feet., figure things out for myself.”  Skye smiled softly before blushing darkly at the compliment.  She wouldn’t ever get used to compliments it seemed.  “Thank you.  You’re rather stunning yourself, so it seems we are paired in that aspect well at least.”

If Iskra had been the sort who blushed easily, her cheeks would have turned red. “Maybe after you buy me a drink” she said, winking back at the witch. But she felt her light mood grow more serious at the mention of their betrothal. “I’ve actually been married before, a long time ago” she admitted. It hadn’t been a very happy marriage, in part because she had felt no attraction to her husband (or any man, for that matter). “But I’m going to keep an open mind about this if you’ll do the same” she promised.

“Hm, will have to do that then.”  Skye giggled, pleased the other woman had handle the teasing so well.  Though betrothal was obviously a difficult subject, the witch continued to smile a little.  “I had a fiance once.  Things went horribly an my coven nearly killed me for going against their wishes, so I know a little about things being rough.  But I have hopes this will go much better.  I already like you, so that part is out of the way at least.”

Iskra grinned. “Oh, don’t worry about it” she said, glad to know she wasn’t the only one who was nervous. “And don’t be nervous. I promise not to bite.” Then she sighed. “Sorry, that was a bad joke. I tend to tell those when I’m nervous.” It was how she coped with stress. “But its nice to meet you, too!”

Skye smiled at her, chuckling softly.  “I wouldn’t be too upset if you ended up biting, so nothing to worry about on either end I suppose.”  The witch winked playfully at her fiance before sitting with her and asking easily. “So how are you feeling about being wed Iskra?”

@skye-clanton

Iskra sat in the cafe, pouring milk into her cup of coffee. The coffee shop wasn’t fancy, but she figured it would allow for more privacy than some of the other places in the city. When she caught the scent of witch in the air, she glanced up and spotted a pretty woman across the room. “Skye?” she asked, wondering if this was her betrothed. “I’m Iskra.” She tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear, a habit she often got into when she was nervous.

Skye was a bit anxious for this meeting, the witch taking time to make herself presentable and fussing over stupid things before finally making herself walk to the cafe.  She wanted to make a good first impression, even if she was nervous about whether or not her betrothed would like her.  Hearing her name, she smiled brightly and easily to the woman as she approached.  “Hi!  Yes, that’s me.  Pleasure to meet you Iskra!  Sorry I was late...My nerves delayed me a little.”

“You own a restaurant?” asked Fawn, getting excited now. The blonde loved food, and hoped to eat at as many different places as possible while in New Orleans. “What type of food does your place serve?”

“Yeah!  It’s a Mediterranean place mostly, some Italian or mixes of other cuisine.  We mix up the menu a lot, but stay in that vein.”

“I think its lovely, but I suppose I can’t exactly be considered impartial” said Fawn with a grin and a shrug. “If you ever get the chance to go back, I’d love to show you around.” Nobody knew New York the way a native did, after all. “New Orleans is such an interesting tow. The culture is very different from back home, but fascinating.” And she meant that about both the human and supernatural sides of the city. “What about you? How do you like it?”

“Likely not, but a local’s opinion is always a good one!”  Skye smiled brightly before pointing out a landmark to help her guide herself, making sure to do her best to be actually helpful before responding.  “I love it.  I’d actually settled here before all this marriage business. I own a restaurant not far from the hotel.”

“That’s so nice of you to say” Fawn gushed as she followed the other woman out of the hotel. She loved her name, even if it had been given to her because her sister thought she had huge eyes like a deer. “My family and I live in Brooklyn.” Which, in her opinion, was perfect. Close enough to Manhattan without feeling quite as crowded. “I hope you liked it when you were there.” She found it hard to believe anybody could not like New York City.

“Brooklyn?  That was a lovely spot!  I wandered around all over.”  Skye smiled, moving with her happily as they conversed. “I did!  I didn’t get to stay long, running as I was during the war, but I did enjoy it.  How are you liking New Orleans so far?”

“I’m afraid not. I’m not some grand dancer in my former life,” Katrina responded with a shake of her head. “The shops in the Quarter always have at least something of substance.”

“What?  maybe not in your former life, but now you must be, right?  I honestly can’t imagine someone as beautiful as you unable to move gracefully.”  Skye smiled at the woman before nodding. “That is true.  Do you have a favorite shop?”

“Well- I was thinking about reading a magazine.” John grinned as he walked over to sit on the couch next to the woman. “Is that dramatic enough for you?”

“Ugh, you’re no fun.”  Skye laughed a bit and sighed.  “I suppose it’ll have to do.”

“I was going to do that ridiculous In My Feelings but I decided I’m too smart and a much better dancer than those moronic mortals who think it’s fun,” Katrina deadpanned. “There are always markets in the Quarter.”

“Oh, you’re certainly too smart, but you’d be a delightful dancer.”  Skye chuckled a little before nodding.  “There are.  Mindless shopping could be entertaining.”

“Its nice to meet you Skye” said the blonde, her smile growing wider. “I’m Fawn. Thanks for agreeing to show me around.” She offered out her hand for the other woman to shake. “New Orleans is so different from New York, and I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed already.”

“Of course! Fawn, lovely name.”  Skye stood with a smile, waking with her new friend towards the exit and streets of New Orleans.  “You’re from New York?  Whereabouts? I lived there for a month or so a few years ago.”

Selena: Keep an eye out for them, would you?

Selena: It's nice to meet you.

Skye: Of course! Anywhere I should look specifically?

Fawn frowned and bit her lip. “I just got into town” she said. “So I was planning on checking out the city a bit.” She smiled at the other woman optimistically. “Maybe you’d be interested in showing me around?” She suspected there were parts of the city that weren’t on any tourist guide.

Skye looked over at the woman before grinning. “I would love to show you around.  Definitely more interesting than what I’m doing right now!”  The witch grinned before tossing the magazine back on the random end table. “I’m Skye, your tour guide for the afternoon.”

Selena: Fuck. They were custom-made.

Selena: Selena Rodriguez.

Skye: I'll keep an eye out though!

Selena: Whoever took my pair of golden Giuseppe Zanotti 'Cruel' sandals has one hour to bring them back.

Skye: I wish I knew. They sound gorgeous. But I have unfortunately not seen them.