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He lay lounging on his side of the bed with his arm propped up and his dark hair touching the sheets. His head easily supported he gazed at his wife to be with longing. The changes in her had run the gambit from subtle to striking, literally and with her skillet if the mood struck, since the bite. Not that she needed it. Livvie's strength was more than a match for any who would test it now, including him. Despite all her differences she still remained his. And as of Sunday, it was to be a permanent lock. Olivia Rhiannon Dell was going to become Mrs. Ebon VanHellseig.

Slipping her bustier on, Livvie turned her head to look over her shoulder. There were many moments recently when she'd caught Ebon watching her. And almost always it was with a look that suggested maybe she wasn't quite real but a figment of his imagination instead. Tightening the straps she took her hand and brushed her red-gold mane to one side. She flashed a dazzling smile to her fiance, her deep green eyes lit with love. She'd not once felt a twinge of modesty in front of him. Truth be told, these days she felt no modesty at all, but definitely none with him.

“Have you picked out your dress, my love?” His tone was soft and caressed her as easily as his hands so often did, filling her with warmth.

“I have and you can't see it. So don't ask.” And with that she took a running leap onto the bed beside him. Leaning down she paused briefly to kiss him before jumping back out and heading to Ciara's.

Jhaelra had been there on and off periodically for some time. Nights between there and Livvie's were almost split right down the middle and that needed to stop. But that required a conversation. And it was high time that was taken care of.