Lyra's P.O.V
A few weeks have passed since the incident; and I have settled into the role of Asta's partner in crime pretty well. We now have a routine of waking up, eating breakfast together, and then hanging out until dinner. She is sometimes occupied with work or the occasional sex. It's been more challenging for me to get into the mood ever since what happened, but it's been getting more manageable for me to relax around Asta; I know it's not her fault. Today, she said she had unique plans for us, and I'm a little worried, to be completely honest. She's always been the sporadic type. Today was no different until we got back to the apartment. She handed me something I didn't expect.
I chuckle as I stare at the blindfold. I sigh and gently nudge her. "What's this for, huh?"
She giggles, the sound filling my chest with warmth. "It's a surprise; I need you blindfolded, then we will go down to the limo and take a ride somewhere special."
I squash the anxiety down in my throat as I put the blindfold on and gently reach out for Asta, grabbing her hand. We make our way down through the castle and out the front door. I get set in her lap as she holds me.
I can tell the surprise is romantic based on her being touchy today.
As we slowly drive along, she whispers in my ear. "I have a game planned for us later on. I came up with a solution to our problem."
I blush and press against her, her hands finding my sides as I whisper, "What problem~?"
She chuckles and kisses the back of my neck. "While the therapist is helping, your recent PTSD attacks... I think I found a solution."
I giggle softly and entwine my hand with hers. "Oh yeah? What type of game is it?"
She rubs my back in response, whispering. "I can't tell you now because it won't surprise you."
I nod in agreement and sit back, thoroughly relaxing. After some time, we must be deep into the inner workings of the gothic vampiric Pysren city; a few turns later, the limo stops in front of the famous "Bloodied Mary" restaurant, as is revealed after my blindfold is removed.
My father always wanted to take us here but never had the time nor funds to actually to take us...
I was surprised to see Asta managing to get a reservation. "H-here? I'm so not dressed for this, my love. I can't go in there looking like this..."
She shushes me and softly kisses my neck, replying with vindication. "You look as beautiful as is my sweet. Don't worry about what other people think, okay?"
She opens the car door and steps out, still holding me as she puts me down; I look around and grab her hand before she guides us into the restaurant. The waiter addresses us as soon as we walk in, "Reservation's name?"
She holds me close to her body as she speaks in a more regal tone, "Asta Psyren."
He nods, grabs two menus from the podium, and walks to a corner booth. As we get past down next to each other, I look around the room, taking in my environment. The dim ambient lighting bathes the establishment in a crimson glow, creating an intimate and mysterious atmosphere. Elegant dark wood furniture is arranged in secluded nooks, providing privacy for parties, and blood-red velvet drapes adorn the walls, adding a touch of gothic grandeur. Intricate wrought iron chandeliers dangle from above, casting flickering shadows reminiscent of dancing flames.
The bar is a centerpiece crafted from polished obsidian, reflecting the flickering candlelight. Bottles of rich, aged blood wines line the shelves, each labeled with the origin and vintage, and plush, high-backed chairs and booths offer comfort to patrons as they indulge in their desires. As we get to our table, I see it adorned with silver candelabras and black roses, creating an alluring yet somber feeling. He hands us the two menus. Looking over them, I see a menu featuring various blood-infused delicacies curated to please even the most discerning vampiric palate. Asta orders their signature drink - the Crimson Elixir - while I take the more human-friendly Moonlit Ambrosia - with no blood of course, which the waiter silently judges me for. We listen to the live musicians, masked in mystery, serenade patrons with haunting melodies, enhancing the surreal experience. Occasional performances, such as mesmerizing dances or theatrical displays, add an extra layer of allure. Vampires and their consorts, dressed in elaborate attire, revel in the decadent and dark aesthetic of the Bloodied Mary.
This place is absolutely stunning. I can't believe I'm actually here... I've always wanted to come here. She probably knew that from my thoughts, huh?
She startles me out of the dredges of my mind. "Love, are you okay? Taking in the beauty of the place?"
I smile softly at her, scooting closer to her in the booth. "Y-yes, I just never thought I would be here. I actually really enjoy the atmosphere."
She gently places her hand on my thigh as it slowly soothes my nerves from being in a new place. I put my hand on hers, gently squeezing it as the waiter brings our drinks. Sipping the glass, I taste the sweet, nectar-like, honey-glazed juniper berries. "Have you all decided what you'll have for the evening?" My eyes scan the menu items. "I'll have the Moonlit Ambrosia Salad." Might as well pick the dish that matches my drink. It seems to be a refreshing blend of crisp, dark, leafy greens, blood oranges, and candied nuts, drizzled with a citrus-blood vinaigrette - without blood, of course.
I love a salad... I wonder what the citrus vinaigrette will taste like...
Asta smiles at my pick before ordering, "I'll have the Ravishing Risotto with Blood Truffle Essence and the Forbidden Fruit Sorbet." Reading the description, I see that the risotto is infused with the essence of rare blood truffles, creating a decadent and aromatic masterpiece. Then, the sorbet is a palate-cleanser made from the juice of forbidden fruits, served in a chilled goblet.
Wow, she got a pallet cleanser after her food... I wonder if that means she won't feed on me today. She hasn't been for a bit...
I giggle and nuzzle her neck, kissing her as I whisper, "Wow, what special taste you have."
She gently tilts my head to meet her gaze as she bends and kisses me softly. "Says the one getting a salad at a fancy restaurant."
I gasp and giggle as I worm my way into her lap, feeling her arms wrap around my waist as I shiver, feeling her fangs caress my neck, biting my lip to stifle a moan.
That damn tease... She knows that's my weakness when it comes to her...
When I feel her hand slip up my sides under my shirt, teasing my side and drawing her claws down slowly, I squirm in her lap; and that deep purr radiating from her chest... The waiter comes with our food, setting the plates down, and she chuckles in my ear, "Lucky girl; saved by the waiter~"
When my salad gets put down in front of me, I look over at Asta before picking up a fork and stabbing some of the pieces covered in the vinaigrette. Taking a bite of it, I'm met with the strangest, yet one of my favorite tastes, Sicilian orange. "Gods, this is so good." I mutter to myself before washing it down with some of my Moonlit Ambrosia. The two of the pared drinks and salad clash perfectly with my pallet. She squeezes me tight as I look at her, completely engrossed in my food. She's staring at me. I blurt, "What?"
She scoops her risotto with her spoon before chuckling at me and kissing the top of my head, making me blush. "Watching you hork down that salad like your life depends on it is adorable."
This makes my face flame even more - as she knows I was never taught manners - and I gently nudge her and hand her my empty alcoholic chalice. "Why don't you go get me more since you're so willing to comment on my eating?" There's a playful undertone to my words as I wink at her. She stands and grabs the chalices, heading to the bar.
When I go back to eating my delicious salad, before I get the chance, someone grabs my arm and tries to yank me from the booth with hushed whispers, "Hurry, we can get you out of here before she gets back!"
I yank my arm away and glare at the person who grabbed it. His striking blue eyes in the darkness contrasted with his white hair in a waiter uniform - recognition automatically hits my brain. "Dereck?! What?! No! I'm not leaving her. She's my partner!"
He roughly grabs my wrist. Before I know what is happening, Asta has her hands around his, growling as she rips his hand away. "She will not be going anywhere with you."
I jump at the sudden appearance of Asta before gently placing a hand on hers. "Love, please just relax. He's an old friend, and I'm sure he didn't mean anything by it."
She lets go of his bruising wrist. "He better not have." She speeds away to retrieve our drinks before walking them back over. I sit back down in my booth.
I can feel his eyes on me before I look up at him and smile softly. "I really love her, Dereck. She's perfect for me." He scoffs and turns away, leaving her and me alone.
She hands me my drink as I sip it and relax against Asta. "Who was that, and how did he know you?" I sigh as the memories come flooding back; and, at that, I take another heavily needed drink of my alcoholic beverage. "He's my ex-boyfriend."
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