Faustus's Extraordinary Honeymoon [SOLO!]

I was inspired to write this based on Faustus's summary of their honeymoon in the November 12th chat. This fic was actually written on April 24, 2023, but shhhh!

On their honeymoon, Faustus and Freya found themselves, hand-in-hand, lost in the enchanting streets of Prague. The city's old-world charm was a perfect match for their passionate love affair. Everywhere they looked, they saw beauty and wonder. The city's architecture was breath-taking, with its Gothic spires and ornate buildings that seemed to reach up to the sky. As they walked along the winding cobblestone streets, they were struck by the charm and grace of this ancient city. They lost themselves in the narrow alleyways and hidden courtyards, each one more enchanting than the last.

 As they wandered through the twisting streets of Prague one day, Freya's eyes were drawn to a narrow alleyway. She tugged on Faustus' hand, pulling him towards it. The alley was dark and shadowy, but something about it called to her. She stepped forward, peering into the gloom. At first, she saw nothing but darkness. But as her eyes adjusted, she began to make out the shapes of buildings looming on either side of her. And then, just ahead, she caught sight of a glimmering light.

 Heart racing with curiosity, Freya stepped forward. As she drew closer, she realized that the light was coming from a small courtyard hidden away from the main street. It was like a secret garden, surrounded by tall walls and filled with blooming flowers and lush greenery. The secret courtyard was filled with vibrant colours and sweet fragrances. Freya couldn't help but be captivated by the beauty of the flowers surrounding her. She saw bright pink roses, delicate purple lavender, and clusters of yellow daisies, all blooming in perfect harmony. The greenery was just as impressive, with tall bushes of emerald-green ivy winding their way up the walls and lush ferns growing in every corner. It was a true oasis in the midst of the city's hustle and bustle.

 Freya gasped in delight at the sight before her. She felt as though she had stumbled upon a treasure trove, a secret place meant only for her and Faustus to discover. With a smile on her face and excitement in her heart, she tugged on Faustus' hand once more and led him into the hidden courtyard, eager to explore every inch of this magical space.

 "My goodness," Faustus breathed as they stepped into the courtyard together. "What a find you've made, my dear."

 Freya turned to Faustus and beamed with joy. "I knew we had to come here," she said, her golden eyes sparkling with excitement. "This is exactly what I needed today." She took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet fragrance of the flowers that surrounded them. "It's like we've stumbled upon a secret paradise," she added, looking around at the colourful plant life. "I feel like we're in our own little world here." Freya walked further into the courtyard, admiring the beauty of each flower and plant. "Isn't it incredible?" she asked Faustus, turning back to him with a grin.

 "It certainly is," Faustus agreed, charmed by his wife's delight. It was so peaceful here, away from their rowdy friends. Part of him never wanted to leave.

 The air was filled with a sense of magic and mystery, and Faustus and Freya felt as though anything was possible in this wondrous place. They knew that they had found something truly special in Prague, something that would stay with them for the rest of their lives.

 The next day, while exploring the city's markets, Freya stumbled upon an herb garden. She was immediately drawn to it. Her eyes widened with excitement as she scanned the rows of herbs in the market. She spotted a pot of chamomile, known for its calming properties and ability to relieve stress. Next to it was a bundle of lavender, which could be used to ease headaches and promote relaxation. As she walked along, she saw a display of peppermint, which can aid digestion and freshen breath.

 Further down the aisle, Freya came across a patch of echinacea, known for boosting immunity and fighting off colds. Beside it was a pot of feverfew, which can help alleviate migraines and reduce inflammation. And finally, nestled at the end of the row was a small plant called yarrow, which is said to have antiseptic properties and can be used to treat wounds.

 Freya's eyes widened with wonder as she spotted a plant she had never seen before. "What is this?" she asked the vendor, pointing at the green leaves with purple veins.

 "That's dragonwort," the vendor replied with a knowing smile. "It's known for its ability to enhance psychic abilities and connect you to the spirit world."

 Freya nodded; she'd thought so, but she'd wanted to confirm it. She was, after all, a witch attending a school to help her tame and enhance her magical abilities. As she continued down the aisle, Freya spotted another intriguing plant. "And what about this one?" she asked, gesturing towards a tall, spiky plant with bright red flowers.

 "That's bloodroot," the vendor explained. "It's used in potions and spells related to love and passion."

 Freya felt her cheeks flush with excitement as a slow grin came, unbidden, to her face.

 But it wasn't just magical properties that interested Freya. She also wanted to know which plants could be used for physical healing. The vendor pointed out a small plant called moonwort, which was said to have pain-relieving properties, and a bundle of mistletoe, which was believed to boost fertility. After that, she spent several hours in deep discussion with the local vendors about the medicinal properties of each plant.

 Freya left the herb garden feeling inspired and eager to share her findings with Faustus and start experimenting with different blends and concoctions.

 That night, over dinner, she told Faustus about her rekindled obsession with herbs and he told her she'd make a fine medicine woman. Faustus was thrilled by his wife's passion and encouraged her to pursue her dreams.

 They spent the next day in their Prague estate experimenting with different herbal remedies. They had a whole room dedicated to the herbs they had collected from the herb garden.

 "Let's try this one," Freya said, holding up a small jar filled with dried dragonwort leaves.

 Faustus nodded, intrigued. "What does it do?" he quizzed her.

 "It enhances psychic abilities and connects you to the spirit world," Freya replied with a smile.

 Faustus raised an eyebrow, impressed. "Very good. Let's give it a try."

 They brewed a pot of tea using the dragonwort leaves and sat down at their table, hands clasped around steaming mugs. As they sipped the tea, they felt a strange sensation wash over them. The room seemed to blur around the edges and colours became more vibrant.

 "You've done well. Truly, this is incredible," Faustus whispered, his eyes wide with wonder. Freya smiled, feeling proud of her discovery.

 They continued to experiment with different blends of herbs, trying to find the perfect combination for healing and enhancing their magical abilities. They laughed and joked as they mixed potions in their cauldron and tested them out on each other.

 "This one tastes like cinnamon," Faustus said after taking a sip of a bright green potion made with mint leaves and yarrow flowers.

 Freya grinned. "That's because I added some cinnamon bark for flavour."

 Their experiments continued late into the night until they were both exhausted from all the mixing and brewing. They agreed to take a bath to wash the evidence of their many experiments from each other's bodies. They made their way to the bathroom, feeling slightly giddy from all the potions they had consumed. As they stripped off their clothes, Freya couldn't help but notice how Faustus's eyes lingered on her body. She smiled like she had the world's best secret... all to herself.

 With a wave of Faustus's hand, the bath was full of warm water and scented oils, ready for them to sink into. They stepped in together, sighing with pleasure as the hot water enveloped them. Freya leaned back against Faustus's chest, feeling his strong arms wrap around her waist. She closed her eyes and let out a contented sigh as he began to massage her shoulders and neck.

 As they relaxed in each other's arms, the steamy air filled with the scent of lavender and rosemary, they both felt a sense of deep connection that went beyond words. This wasn't just about experimenting with herbs or creating potions - this was about exploring their bond and deepening their love for each other.

 Freya turned around to face Faustus, their bodies pressed close together in the small tub. Their faces were just inches apart as they gazed into each other's eyes, lost in the moment. Without a word, they leaned in for a kiss, their lips meeting with the tenderest of touches. As they kissed, their hands roamed over each other's bodies, exploring every curve and contour. The bathwater sloshed around them as they moved together, lost in their passion. When they finally pulled away from each other, both breathless and flushed with desire, they knew that this was only the beginning of their magical journey together.

 After the bath, they made their way to their extravagant bedchamber, which was a sight to behold. The walls were draped in rich, dark velvet curtains that pooled onto the marble floor. A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a warm glow over everything below it. The centrepiece of the room was an enormous four-poster bed with intricately carved wooden pillars and soft silk sheets in shades of deep red and gold. Plush pillows and cushions were scattered across the bed, inviting anyone who saw it to sink into its luxurious embrace. The room was filled with other opulent furnishings such as a giant gilded mirror, a vanity table adorned with jewels, and plush armchairs upholstered in velvet. Everything about the room exuded wealth and extravagance - from the ornate details on the furniture to the sumptuous fabrics that covered them. It was clear that no expense had been spared in creating this chamber fit for royalty.

 The moonlight streamed through the window, casting a soft glow over Faustus and Freya as they slid into bed together. Their bodies pressed close, arms wrapped tight around each other. They were lost in each other's embrace, completely consumed by their love for one another... for hours.

 Afterwards, the room was quiet except for the sound of their breathing, slow and steady as they drifted off to sleep. But even in their dreams, they held onto each other tightly, unwilling to let go. As the night wore on, they shifted positions, still entwined but finding new ways to hold each other. Sometimes they would even sleepily mumble words of love and adoration into each other's ears.

 Eventually, the sun began to rise outside and the birds started chirping their morning songs. But even as the light crept into the room and the world outside came alive with activity, Faustus and Freya remained locked in their embrace, lost in their own little world of love and magic.

 

On the last day of their honeymoon before heading back to California, they decided to do a little shopping. Faustus wanted to buy Freya some new clothes in her favourite colours. They came upon the perfect, hole-in-the-wall boutique, a hidden gem, nestled between two larger and gaudier shops. Despite its small size, it was elegantly decorated with ornate gold accents and crystal chandeliers that reflected the light beautifully. The walls were lined with racks of clothing in every colour imaginable, from soft pastels to bold jewel tones. Each garment was carefully displayed on hangers or mannequins, showing off their unique details and luxurious fabrics. In one corner of the store, there was a cosy seating area with plush velvet chairs and a vintage coffee table stacked high with fashion magazines. A warm and inviting atmosphere filled the air, drawing customers in to browse through the latest styles and trends. From the intricate lace dresses to the sparkling statement jewellery, everything in the boutique exuded sophistication and glamour. It was clear that this shop catered to those who appreciated quality and style above all else.

 "I found the perfect dress for you, my love," Faustus said as he held up a black velvet gown with long flowing sleeves.

 Freya's eyes widened with excitement. "Oh, it's beautiful! But does it come in violet?"

 Faustus chuckled. "Of course it does, my little witch." And so they decided to get both.

 They made their way to the checkout counter where Freya spotted a display of dark crystal jewellery. She picked up a necklace with a large amethyst pendant and held it up to her neck.

 "What do you think?" she asked Faustus.

 He smiled. "It looks stunning on you."

 As they left the store, Freya twirled around in her new dress, feeling like a queen of darkness, if she dared think such a thing.

 "Thank you so much, my love," she said, kissing Faustus on the cheek. "This is the best honeymoon ever."

 As they walked hand in hand through the city's winding streets on the last day of their honeymoon, Faustus couldn't help but feel like he was living in a dream. He knew that no matter where life took them next, he would always cherish this magical time in Prague with his beloved Freya.