Fic: Mantilla Lace 1/1 G
Title: Mantilla Lace
Author: trio_luna
Rating: Completely G
Summary: Neville and Luna tie the knot
Notes: Weddings are crack, and Davidsbridal.com is a really good fix. This is dedicated to trio_neville of course. :X
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He stands and watches as they flock to her. They always do. Something about her just seems to draw them in. None of them could mistake her for one of their own, her fair skin and blond hair practically reflect the sunlight that has darkened their own skin to a few shades lighter than their own hair.
Neville can still remember their first encounters with the gypsies during their first trip to Spain. It didn’t seem to matter to anyone that they barely spoke English and her Spanish was atrocious, arms flew and goods were exchange over what had to have been hours, but he was so busy watching her that he hardly noticed the sun moving across the sky.
It happened again three years later in Moldoveanu as they moved through the Transylvanian Alps so she could interview the vampire that claimed he had once sucked Bram Stoker’s blood. They were in a small town during the day, which Neville was surprised to find himself grateful for, he hadn’t been afraid of the dark since he was six years old, when a small girl approached Luna, her eyes swollen and tears just barely dry.
Fortunately, they had learned to cast language spells when entering foreign countries on short notice, so the young girl’s cries made sense to their ears. Well, mostly. She couldn’t have been more than five years old and was speaking very quickly, so he had a hard time keeping up with the details of her tale, but he did understand the words 'lost' and ‘mother’. At some point the girl’s small fingers had grabbed Luna’s as she knelt and didn’t seem like they were going to be letting go any time soon.
This didn’t seem to phase Luna as she lifted the girl in her arms and stood up, telling Ylenia that she would fix everything.
And she did, with in minutes the girl had been reunited with her parents and they invited the two of them to dinner. Then to stay the night. In the end they spent the better part of a week travelling with the family and their group before parting ways.
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It was Spain again, five years after the original trip and they were with the gypsies again, separated by the night’s fire and the gender divisions that seemed to occur naturally. Occasionally she would catch his eye across the fire, grin broadly and then return to her very animated conversation with Doña Luisa and a few of the other women.
It looked like they were planning something but Neville was having a fascinating conversation about the native plants with several of the men so he didn’t pay much attention until she rose and moved around the fire with a few ‘perdon’s before sitting next to him with an impish smile that he knew very well.
“I have excellent news.”
“Oh?” he asked, trying to tamp down his curiosity.
“Don Ramon has agreed to marry us and Doña Luisa is going to let me wear her mantilla.”
Neville coughed into his wine, he'd been waiting for her to pick a date for the past two years (Gran was beginning to get quite annoyed) and now she’d gone and planned the entire wedding.
“When is it going to be?”
“Tonight. I just wanted to let you know before I went to change.”
“I-I appreciate it, love.”
“You’re welcome,” she said, leaning over to kiss him, their lips lingering together before she rose and disappeared into a flurry of women.
Neville just sat with a dazed grin, staring at the fire until Jorge slapped him on the back and laughed. “Su mujer es…”
“Incredible.”
“Bonita.”
“Preciosa.”
The words sprung out from around him as the men offered suggestions, but it was the old man with the deeply weathered skin that just shook his head. “No, no, no. Ella es todos.”
His face was going to crack under the force of his lips spreading, he was sure of it, but he nodded. “Sì. Todos.”
When they stood together before Don Ramon, it went by so quickly that he hardly knew it was over until Luna pulled him down for a kiss that had their audience cheering. Afterward there was dancing. Lots and lots of dancing. They danced together for a while before some unwritten time limit was up and people began cutting in, taking their turn with the bride and groom. He didn’t think she sat down for more than thirty seconds before someone else took her hand and got her moving again.
Half the time she didn’t care if she even had a partner, her arms and feet just moved, sometimes to the beat of the music, quite often not. Where ever she was became the center of the dancing as the firelight joined in the fun, dancing over the lace in over her hair and reflecting the light in her eyes.
Author: trio_luna
Rating: Completely G
Summary: Neville and Luna tie the knot
Notes: Weddings are crack, and Davidsbridal.com is a really good fix. This is dedicated to trio_neville of course. :X
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He stands and watches as they flock to her. They always do. Something about her just seems to draw them in. None of them could mistake her for one of their own, her fair skin and blond hair practically reflect the sunlight that has darkened their own skin to a few shades lighter than their own hair.
Neville can still remember their first encounters with the gypsies during their first trip to Spain. It didn’t seem to matter to anyone that they barely spoke English and her Spanish was atrocious, arms flew and goods were exchange over what had to have been hours, but he was so busy watching her that he hardly noticed the sun moving across the sky.
It happened again three years later in Moldoveanu as they moved through the Transylvanian Alps so she could interview the vampire that claimed he had once sucked Bram Stoker’s blood. They were in a small town during the day, which Neville was surprised to find himself grateful for, he hadn’t been afraid of the dark since he was six years old, when a small girl approached Luna, her eyes swollen and tears just barely dry.
Fortunately, they had learned to cast language spells when entering foreign countries on short notice, so the young girl’s cries made sense to their ears. Well, mostly. She couldn’t have been more than five years old and was speaking very quickly, so he had a hard time keeping up with the details of her tale, but he did understand the words 'lost' and ‘mother’. At some point the girl’s small fingers had grabbed Luna’s as she knelt and didn’t seem like they were going to be letting go any time soon.
This didn’t seem to phase Luna as she lifted the girl in her arms and stood up, telling Ylenia that she would fix everything.
And she did, with in minutes the girl had been reunited with her parents and they invited the two of them to dinner. Then to stay the night. In the end they spent the better part of a week travelling with the family and their group before parting ways.
****
It was Spain again, five years after the original trip and they were with the gypsies again, separated by the night’s fire and the gender divisions that seemed to occur naturally. Occasionally she would catch his eye across the fire, grin broadly and then return to her very animated conversation with Doña Luisa and a few of the other women.
It looked like they were planning something but Neville was having a fascinating conversation about the native plants with several of the men so he didn’t pay much attention until she rose and moved around the fire with a few ‘perdon’s before sitting next to him with an impish smile that he knew very well.
“I have excellent news.”
“Oh?” he asked, trying to tamp down his curiosity.
“Don Ramon has agreed to marry us and Doña Luisa is going to let me wear her mantilla.”
Neville coughed into his wine, he'd been waiting for her to pick a date for the past two years (Gran was beginning to get quite annoyed) and now she’d gone and planned the entire wedding.
“When is it going to be?”
“Tonight. I just wanted to let you know before I went to change.”
“I-I appreciate it, love.”
“You’re welcome,” she said, leaning over to kiss him, their lips lingering together before she rose and disappeared into a flurry of women.
Neville just sat with a dazed grin, staring at the fire until Jorge slapped him on the back and laughed. “Su mujer es…”
“Incredible.”
“Bonita.”
“Preciosa.”
The words sprung out from around him as the men offered suggestions, but it was the old man with the deeply weathered skin that just shook his head. “No, no, no. Ella es todos.”
His face was going to crack under the force of his lips spreading, he was sure of it, but he nodded. “Sì. Todos.”
When they stood together before Don Ramon, it went by so quickly that he hardly knew it was over until Luna pulled him down for a kiss that had their audience cheering. Afterward there was dancing. Lots and lots of dancing. They danced together for a while before some unwritten time limit was up and people began cutting in, taking their turn with the bride and groom. He didn’t think she sat down for more than thirty seconds before someone else took her hand and got her moving again.
Half the time she didn’t care if she even had a partner, her arms and feet just moved, sometimes to the beat of the music, quite often not. Where ever she was became the center of the dancing as the firelight joined in the fun, dancing over the lace in over her hair and reflecting the light in her eyes.