His lips brushed with such tender sweetness against the auburn-haired vampire's forehead. That singular glimpse of affection was, in all likelihood, the very last he might be allowed to gift her. With that wedding encroaching nearer and nearer, their moments of stolen devotion would surely cease to exist. After all, Tetradore was hardly oblivious that Isolt's fiance was nothing short of obsessively protective of the girl - to the point that the challenge Tetradore provided prompted a bitterness within the male vampire that, in Tetradore's opinion, tended to border on pettiness. It was hardly within his right, however, to speak his concerns of Damon, the were-King instead intent upon enjoying with little time he might still have with the only woman he could ever truly say he loved. His hand settled on the small of her back, that soft assurance that she was ready prompted a warm simper upon the man's features, the sort of which was altogether rare from the often burdened King of the West. This was, he knew, a rare glimpse of tranquility within the storm of his life.

He reached for that bulky tote tucked beneath the young woman's arms, taking it only to gingerly heft it upon his own shoulder. It was, much to his surprise, far weightier than he anticipated, considering Tetradore was the only of the pair sure to gorge on such a feast. An almost quizzical glimpse was given towards the auburn-haired woman and yet, for the present time, Tetradore hardly bothered to voice that question. He would, undoubtedly, discover the contents soon enough. He turned to lead the young woman to the sparkling blue sports car. The vehicle had been freshly washed, near gleaming beneath the pale light of those street lamps. Tetradore could hardly help that smug glimpse of satisfaction at the awe that so beset Isolt's fair features. Though he knew it was trifling, a part of him still enjoying showing her the very sort of life he could have given her - luxuries such as this surely included. He led her towards the passenger side door, pausing to open it for her in the gentlemanly fashion surely required of him. Tetradore made every point to ensure the young woman was properly settled in the leather seat before the door was closed behind her, the were-King shortly made his way around the vehicle to settle within his own place as that key was slid into the ignition.

The vehicle slid with a smooth sort of grace down the sleepy streets of that quaint little neighborhood, the soft zephyr gently toyed with Tetradore's own unruly locks as Isolt's fingers slipped outside of the window, toying with the wind. A warm simper settled upon his features at the mere sight of that beaming grim, the young woman nothing short of breathtaking with such joy upon her sweetheart lips. That very destination for tonight's outing had already been predetermined - a final trip back to that very beach that had come to mean so much to them. It hardly took long, with the speed of that machine beneath him, to arrive at that very shoreline, the vehicle smoothly coming to a halt on the edge of the asphalt. Tetradore was hardly given a chance to turn the vehicle off before an exuberant Isolt was out of the car, those curls dancing within her wake. A warm chuckle echoed upon his lips as he pulled that bag of goodies from the vehicle, following shortly behind her. It was that sunrise the demure girl mentioned, the very last gift he had strived to bequeath upon her. His head shook ever so slightly before his emerald eyes drifted over the crashing waves and the filling moon. "No, not to this portion of the beach." He admitted. This place was somehow meant for them alone, their own little place of memories.

He offered the young woman his arm as they meandered down those sandy hills. How he wished, at that moment, that time could merely stop. How nice it would be for the world to cease to spin just for them alone - for this, tonight, to go on for an eternity rather than the world that awaited them. A soft breath left his lips and yet, Tetradore had little intention of sharing those thoughts. Not tonight He refused to let his own dejection damper their evening. Rather, his thoughts refocused at the sound of that soprano voice, his own head bobbed in ready agreement. He held out that bag for her, allowing the young woman to sift through it for that blanket she so sought. It was only once it had been spread upon the sand and Isolt herself was nestled against that warm cloth that Tetradore finally joined her, settling the bag in front of her. His eyebrow rose ever so slightly at that comment of the contents of the bag, that picnic resorting to a....sweet tooth feast. "Oh dear God, what did you bring?" He inquired in jest, even if Tetradore had little qualms with indulging that sweeter side of him. He glanced downwards that offered bag, his gaze widening ever so slightly. "Jesus Christ, Isolt! This could feel Tobias AND myself." He declared, wholly surprised by the sheer number of options she had crafted, even if the very sight of many of them made his mouth water.