Cris chuckled at Rowan's comment and looked over at him. "Sleeping in separate beds, working different shifts, paying more attention to the children and the bills and...†He stopped when Rowan gave him a little kiss and denied everything he just mentioned. "Well we do not have kids.†He looked over at Aishe. "that need constant looking after and we do not have much in the way of bills either.†They lived and worked at the same place. They had no commute and their power and such was paid by Meridian. If a home drew an excess of a certain amount then they would have to pay the overage but for the most part Meridian, and Evenhet, paid to have its employees safe, happy and available.
Rowan laughed when Eiryk said that he might be kidnapping Henri to do their wedding catering. "I think the first rule of a kidnapping plot is not telling the man's son about it.†He leaned closer to Eiryk. "I might be able to convince him to keep quiet though...for a small fee.†He was a mercenary after all and the idea of Eiryk assembling a crack team of raiders to fly to France and kidnap Henri was too amusing to pass up. Eiryk could probably even get Alfarinn to help with such a raid, if it was all in good fun. Cris had visions of a group of Norsemen carrying Henri out on their shoulders through the streets of Paris like some strange Capital One ad. He sent the amusing picture to Rowan so that his partner could also share in the amusement.
Frowning when Rowan mentioned that it wouldn't be necessary, Cris muttered. "Party pooper.†He smiled over and Alex who was enjoying his cake. "What is there not to like? He's a good guy and he knows an excellent cake when he eats one.â€
Alex asked if perhaps Henri was Greek because he was trying to feed him. Cris smiled. "The French try to feed people occasionally but usually it is because they believe that the rest of the world doesn't know how to eat or cook correctly. It is why they have so many culinary schools as well.†He glanced over his shoulder to see where Henri was just in case he might need to be ducking any incoming silverware.
The Fugitives
The reception was being held upstairs in the penthouse that had once belonged to Meghan. It had been redecorated for tonight's purpose, and everyone was invited. There hadn't really been any way to host all of their friends and family for the actual ceremony, so many of their friends had watched it here, televised by MARI, since the bridge between the Towers simply couldn't fit as many people as needed.
When Rowan and Cris arrived there were already a number of people in attendance... in short, the place was packed. They entered the penthouse, with Alfarinn and the rest of the wedding party, to a chorus of cheers and whistles and playful catcalls.
The decorations were simple but elegant; the living area of the penthouse had been cleared to create a decently sized dance floor. All around the suite there were tables and chairs, but none labeled. There would be people coming and going throughout, and because of that they'd opted against the formal dinner in favor of something easier, something buffet-style. Cris and Rowan had decided they wanted to be sociable and visit with everyone, too, not confine themselves to a table of 'special' people. Everyone who came to celebrate with them was special tonight.
Along one wall was a beautiful table set with a large cake. It had six tiers, a series of squares decreasing in size and set at angles to create a diamond effect. The cake itself was white with delicate silver trimmings and a fall of white, silver, and crystal leaves along one side. The topper was a silver heart, engraved with the letters C and R. Henri had made it, but in addition he'd done something that Rowan had found touching, when they'd mentioned they wanted everyone to be able to share.
There was no way to make a cake huge enough to account for the (literally) hundreds of people living and working in the Towers, so Henri had created little tiny versions of the same cake, each one decorated by hand in a similar fashion. Once they finished cutting into the big cake, they would distribute the little ones to everyone in the Towers, including random passers-by. Just because.
Rowan was looking forward to tasting it, himself. In honor of their meeting (outside of Barney's, over coffee), Henri had made a chocolate cake with a filling of hazelnut and cappuccino cream and a thin layer of rich chocolate ganache just beneath the white buttercream icing.
The rest of the decorations were lovely; white tablecloths, sprays of flowers here and there accented by little falls of crystal and white and silver ribbon. In place of centerpieces each table had its own personal fondue pot; cheese on one side, chocolate on the other, and a circular tray with breads, fruits, and other tidbits to dip which were constantly being refilled by the hired help. Music was being played through the penthouse-wide speaker system, an assortment of songs and artists both Rowan and Cris enjoyed. Eiryk had provided mead for the occasion, in a quantity that had to have taken him a very long time to brew.
In lieu of wedding presents, which the couple clearly didn't need, they'd asked for donations to be made to various charities in their names. In short, they had tailored their wedding to be an event with things they loved, people they cared for, with enough pomp and festivity to be a fitting reception but without the blatant formality some people seemed to desire and require for their weddings.
As the cheers died down both Rowan and Cris were enveloped in a swarm of well-wishers, and Rowan had to cling tightly to Cris's hand to avoid being separated from his new husband. They managed to get in the door and move slightly to the side so they could greet everyone who was already present. There were people Rowan hadn't seen in years, friends and family from ages long past.
When the crush finally organized itself into a more or less civil line, Rowan stepped close to Cris and slipped his arm around his partner's waist. Leaning down, he murmured, "Getting away might be harder than we anticipated. Who invited all these people?"
It was difficult to say with a straight face; he didn't try. They both knew damn well that Rowan had been responsible for inviting a large number of people. Not that Cris's guest list had been countable on one hand either. Secretly, Rowan suspected that many of his friends had shown up just to see if the rumors of his marriage were true. He was proud to prove that they were.
Christian Bern
11 years ago
Eiryk
11 years ago
Eiryk just cheerfully rolled his eyes at the rather mushy display between the groom and groom. He didn't say anything, after all in a few months he and Alex would just out do them. For all he might pretend annoyance, however minor, Eiryk actually wished them both all the best. It was no light thing for a vampire to say 'till death do us part' that could be a very -very- long time. Certainly it could be tomorrow, but it would probably be a few hundred years or more.
"Folding clothes? Really Rue you disappoint me, there are perfectly good dry cleaners almost everywhere you go these days. They'll fold for you. That alone should save you enough time for at least a quick..."
He checked himself before saying something too lewd. Romance was one thing, and was appropriate, and no matter how much sex helped that it wasn't exactly dinner table conversation so he let them fill in the blank. They were both bright men.
Apparently he'd said something to amuse Rowan and Eiryk had a good idea what it was. He let his old friend laugh himself out and leaned conspiratorially toward Cris.
"That's the beauty of the plan, who is going to suspect me if I've already been so obvious? But I'm not above a little help if the price is right."
Eiryk wasn't crazy enough or vain enough to turn down good help when it was offered and it didn't matter if they were talking about a battle or baked goods.
The news that Henri was already considering doing the cake if not the whole menu perked Eiryk right up. He almost bounced out of his seat he was so excited.
"Of course he likes Alex. And if he does... I'll redo his whole chateaus or whatever it is he is living in these days at cost or do a custom mead for him, whatever he wants."
It wasn't in him to -not- do something to acknowledge a favor like that and so Eiryk meant every word.
"He means it too. Don't let that innocent Gallic face fool you. Unspeakable. So eat up."
With that he took Alex' advice and took another bite. With a happy sigh Eriyk closed his eyes and savored. That was something special, almost worth moving to France for.
"No... not leaving you alone with the cake. I'm rather certain that qualifies as cheating on me."
He grinned as Alex and Cris debated French versus Greek. He didn't say anything, Eiryk just liked how the two men got along. There was something charming about the friendship they had formed, he knew it had done Alex some good and was very thankful for that.
"Emily Post says that for a formal event all invitations are to be mailed even for your next door neighbor."
Eiryk said with authority before turning his attention back to the cake thanking god he couldn't put on weight, although, this cake would be worth it.
"Folding clothes? Really Rue you disappoint me, there are perfectly good dry cleaners almost everywhere you go these days. They'll fold for you. That alone should save you enough time for at least a quick..."
He checked himself before saying something too lewd. Romance was one thing, and was appropriate, and no matter how much sex helped that it wasn't exactly dinner table conversation so he let them fill in the blank. They were both bright men.
Apparently he'd said something to amuse Rowan and Eiryk had a good idea what it was. He let his old friend laugh himself out and leaned conspiratorially toward Cris.
"That's the beauty of the plan, who is going to suspect me if I've already been so obvious? But I'm not above a little help if the price is right."
Eiryk wasn't crazy enough or vain enough to turn down good help when it was offered and it didn't matter if they were talking about a battle or baked goods.
The news that Henri was already considering doing the cake if not the whole menu perked Eiryk right up. He almost bounced out of his seat he was so excited.
"Of course he likes Alex. And if he does... I'll redo his whole chateaus or whatever it is he is living in these days at cost or do a custom mead for him, whatever he wants."
It wasn't in him to -not- do something to acknowledge a favor like that and so Eiryk meant every word.
"He means it too. Don't let that innocent Gallic face fool you. Unspeakable. So eat up."
With that he took Alex' advice and took another bite. With a happy sigh Eriyk closed his eyes and savored. That was something special, almost worth moving to France for.
"No... not leaving you alone with the cake. I'm rather certain that qualifies as cheating on me."
He grinned as Alex and Cris debated French versus Greek. He didn't say anything, Eiryk just liked how the two men got along. There was something charming about the friendship they had formed, he knew it had done Alex some good and was very thankful for that.
"Emily Post says that for a formal event all invitations are to be mailed even for your next door neighbor."
Eiryk said with authority before turning his attention back to the cake thanking god he couldn't put on weight, although, this cake would be worth it.
Rowan Murphy
11 years ago
Rowan grinned at Cris. "Oh no. It would take a large fee to keep me quiet and even then you're not guaranteed. Pirate, you know." He wasn't above pretend extortion from Eiryk, who apparently would pay a whole lot of space-bucks to have Henri's talents at his own wedding.
Rowan was fairly certain Henri practically considered Eiryk one of his own, though, at least something like a nephew or a cousin with the length of time he'd known Eiryk, and the fact that Eiryk's own Creator never poked his head out into the world. Personally Rowan didn't get it... he supposed Angus lived on a diet of monk but that sounded unappealing to him. Then again, Rowan had lived on pirate and that wasn't saying much really.
Instead he just let go of that train of thought and enjoyed the time spent with his friends. Particularly so when they all agreed that Alex was incredibly likable.
"Oh of course, I agree there's plenty to like. Don't forget he's getting more than tolerably good with a sword."
Rowan grinned at Alex, who was already turning a deep shade of red. He generally did that when praised, and it was adorable.
Eiryk pointed out his invitation etiquette and Rowan snorted at him. "We absolve you of the need to mail your invitation to us. We'll be there, invited or not. In fact, if you don't invite us we'll just crash your wedding. Don't forget, we have experience crashing weddings."
He reminded them of his and Cris's vacation photos. Oh yeah, they'd crashed. About then, someone started some music through the sound system and Renee stood up and tapped the side of her glass to get everyone's attention. Rowan turned to her and then noticed Henri standing next to her, but this time Renee spoke.
"I think the newlyweds should give us a dance," the Frenchwoman suggested, smiling over at them. "How about it, gentlemen?"
The strains of "That's All I Want From You" by Nina Simone drifted through the room and Rowan found himself more than happy to comply. "We'll be right back," he said to Alex and Eiryk and stood, holding his hand out to Cris.
Making their way to the converted dance floor Rowan felt that familiar flutter in his heart when he took his lover, now his husband, into his arms. Cris held him back, and the feeling was really like none other in Rowan's experience to compare it to. He wondered if anyone would wonder who led in their relationship. They could wonder; Rowan had always felt like he and Cris took every step side by side. In this dance, however, as with any others he imagined they might dance in the future, he conceded that role to Cris with no question. While in most things they shared equally, when it came to general personalities Cris was the natural leader and Rowan the content follower. So it was when they danced, it was seamless. No need to ask. No need to wonder. There was just the two of them in perfect accord, and the strains of a song from a time not long past that summed up their feelings quite nicely.
"A little love that slowly grows and grows
Not one that comes and goes
That's all I want from you.
A sunny day with hopes up to the skies
Not a day that comes and dies
That's all I want from you."
It felt absolutely delicious to be dancing with Cris like this. Maybe they wouldn't be right back. Rowan spread his hand over Cris's shoulder, let his hand drift up slightly, and softly caressed Cris's jaw. He didn't speak; just gazed down at Cris and then sent him a wave of passion, love, adoration, love, desire, and love.
Just in case Cris wanted confirmation... of course.
Rowan was fairly certain Henri practically considered Eiryk one of his own, though, at least something like a nephew or a cousin with the length of time he'd known Eiryk, and the fact that Eiryk's own Creator never poked his head out into the world. Personally Rowan didn't get it... he supposed Angus lived on a diet of monk but that sounded unappealing to him. Then again, Rowan had lived on pirate and that wasn't saying much really.
Instead he just let go of that train of thought and enjoyed the time spent with his friends. Particularly so when they all agreed that Alex was incredibly likable.
"Oh of course, I agree there's plenty to like. Don't forget he's getting more than tolerably good with a sword."
Rowan grinned at Alex, who was already turning a deep shade of red. He generally did that when praised, and it was adorable.
Eiryk pointed out his invitation etiquette and Rowan snorted at him. "We absolve you of the need to mail your invitation to us. We'll be there, invited or not. In fact, if you don't invite us we'll just crash your wedding. Don't forget, we have experience crashing weddings."
He reminded them of his and Cris's vacation photos. Oh yeah, they'd crashed. About then, someone started some music through the sound system and Renee stood up and tapped the side of her glass to get everyone's attention. Rowan turned to her and then noticed Henri standing next to her, but this time Renee spoke.
"I think the newlyweds should give us a dance," the Frenchwoman suggested, smiling over at them. "How about it, gentlemen?"
The strains of "That's All I Want From You" by Nina Simone drifted through the room and Rowan found himself more than happy to comply. "We'll be right back," he said to Alex and Eiryk and stood, holding his hand out to Cris.
Making their way to the converted dance floor Rowan felt that familiar flutter in his heart when he took his lover, now his husband, into his arms. Cris held him back, and the feeling was really like none other in Rowan's experience to compare it to. He wondered if anyone would wonder who led in their relationship. They could wonder; Rowan had always felt like he and Cris took every step side by side. In this dance, however, as with any others he imagined they might dance in the future, he conceded that role to Cris with no question. While in most things they shared equally, when it came to general personalities Cris was the natural leader and Rowan the content follower. So it was when they danced, it was seamless. No need to ask. No need to wonder. There was just the two of them in perfect accord, and the strains of a song from a time not long past that summed up their feelings quite nicely.
"A little love that slowly grows and grows
Not one that comes and goes
That's all I want from you.
A sunny day with hopes up to the skies
Not a day that comes and dies
That's all I want from you."
It felt absolutely delicious to be dancing with Cris like this. Maybe they wouldn't be right back. Rowan spread his hand over Cris's shoulder, let his hand drift up slightly, and softly caressed Cris's jaw. He didn't speak; just gazed down at Cris and then sent him a wave of passion, love, adoration, love, desire, and love.
Just in case Cris wanted confirmation... of course.
Alex Aristos
11 years ago
Alex concentrated on the cake even more when his friends and partner agreed he was universally likeable. He knew he was blushing, but he didn't think they knew how it affected him when they said things like that. The boy who was never accepted anywhere, by anyone, and was disliked strictly because he liked other boys - all of this praise and admiration went to his head and to his heart and he never knew how to react.
So he ate cake.
And was vastly relieved when Renee summoned the happy couple to the dance floor to share a dance together. They excused themselves and Alex smiled at them. He picked up his plate of cake(s) and leaned up against Eiryk with a happy sigh. The song was a pretty one, with an old-fashioned sound to it. When Rowan and Cris began to dance Alex was not alone in pulling out his phone and taking pictures. There was a look of bliss on Rowan's face, currently turned toward Alex and visible because of his height, that Alex only ever saw when he was with Cris. Alex took several shots of Rowan gazing at his husband with adoration, then held the camera ready for when the two turned so he could capture Cris's expression as well.
"I hope you're planning to dance with me in a little while too," he said to Eiryk. Alex didn't know a whole lot about dancing but a couple years ago at the New Year's Gala Aishe had shown him a little bit, and he had danced with Eiryk for the first time. He'd loved it, and he wanted to do it now even though he might be relying on Eiryk to hold him up a little by the end.
He'd never been to the wedding of another same-sex couple before. Was it allowable to dance with his friends, too? Or would it be some kind of faux pas to dance with your gay friend at your wedding? Alex had no idea what the rules were in that regard, but he would be happy to spend time with Cris or Rowan, or both. He didn't even know how he'd ask such a thing without looking silly though. Maybe he should just sit here quietly after a dance with Eiryk and not overextend himself.
So he ate cake.
And was vastly relieved when Renee summoned the happy couple to the dance floor to share a dance together. They excused themselves and Alex smiled at them. He picked up his plate of cake(s) and leaned up against Eiryk with a happy sigh. The song was a pretty one, with an old-fashioned sound to it. When Rowan and Cris began to dance Alex was not alone in pulling out his phone and taking pictures. There was a look of bliss on Rowan's face, currently turned toward Alex and visible because of his height, that Alex only ever saw when he was with Cris. Alex took several shots of Rowan gazing at his husband with adoration, then held the camera ready for when the two turned so he could capture Cris's expression as well.
"I hope you're planning to dance with me in a little while too," he said to Eiryk. Alex didn't know a whole lot about dancing but a couple years ago at the New Year's Gala Aishe had shown him a little bit, and he had danced with Eiryk for the first time. He'd loved it, and he wanted to do it now even though he might be relying on Eiryk to hold him up a little by the end.
He'd never been to the wedding of another same-sex couple before. Was it allowable to dance with his friends, too? Or would it be some kind of faux pas to dance with your gay friend at your wedding? Alex had no idea what the rules were in that regard, but he would be happy to spend time with Cris or Rowan, or both. He didn't even know how he'd ask such a thing without looking silly though. Maybe he should just sit here quietly after a dance with Eiryk and not overextend himself.
Christian Bern
11 years ago
[I think I can find something that would keep you quiet.] Cris smirked at Rowan briefly before taking a bite of cake and adding. [ I believe you suggested I find something to put in your mouth other than cake. I am pretty sure that would keep you occupied and quiet. Of course, you are my husband now so my money is your money. If you wish to drive a hard bargain for Eiryk that works out too.] Of course Eiryk seemed to think that no one would look for the guy who said he needed a caterer and suggested kidnapping the very one who went missing.
"That only works if you happen to have a very good alibi at the time he was taken.â€
Rowan told Eiryk that he didn't need to mail them an invitation which was just as well as apparently postage was at a premium. Either that or Eiryk was planning on personally inviting all of Nachton. He smiled and took another sip of his mead when Rowan mentioned that they had crashed a party not too long in the past and had no trouble doing it again.
They were called out on the dance floor soon afterward. Cris swallowed the rest of his glass before following Rowan out into the open. He had no trouble dancing, and certainly not dancing with Rowan but there were a lot of people watching.
None of that mattered though as soon as Rowan wrapped his arms around him. Cris looked up at his new husband and smiled. They could be alone in the room or there could be millions watching, all he saw was Rowan. Sighing in contentment, Cris led them into the dance. A traveling fast Viennese waltz which looked stately and elegant despite the faster tempo. It seemed to fit the song and they glided across the room.
Don't let me down, oh show me that you care
Remember when you give, you always get your share
Don't let me down, I have no time to wait
Tomorrow might not come, when dreamers dream too late
There was a flood of extra emotion that he had come to know so very well. Cris leaned into the hand that caressed his jaw and sent to his partner. [And I love you. I would show you also if I could.] Rowan knew and if he wanted confirmation then he could use his empathy. However, Cris would prefer to just tell him.
[We have cut cake, danced, been toasted and mingled.] He gazed up questioningly at Rowan. [ How long before you think we can make a break for it?] Holding his partner so close like this made him want to have a truly private place to show Rowan exactly what this day really meant to him. They might be allowed more displays of affection than usual but some things were just best done and said in private.
When the song ended, Cris blinked a few times and then looked around at the crowd. "I almost forgot they were there.†He whispered softly to Rowan, giving his lover a small private smile. Another song began and other people were moving to the floor.
"Shall we stay for the next one?â€
"That only works if you happen to have a very good alibi at the time he was taken.â€
Rowan told Eiryk that he didn't need to mail them an invitation which was just as well as apparently postage was at a premium. Either that or Eiryk was planning on personally inviting all of Nachton. He smiled and took another sip of his mead when Rowan mentioned that they had crashed a party not too long in the past and had no trouble doing it again.
They were called out on the dance floor soon afterward. Cris swallowed the rest of his glass before following Rowan out into the open. He had no trouble dancing, and certainly not dancing with Rowan but there were a lot of people watching.
None of that mattered though as soon as Rowan wrapped his arms around him. Cris looked up at his new husband and smiled. They could be alone in the room or there could be millions watching, all he saw was Rowan. Sighing in contentment, Cris led them into the dance. A traveling fast Viennese waltz which looked stately and elegant despite the faster tempo. It seemed to fit the song and they glided across the room.
Don't let me down, oh show me that you care
Remember when you give, you always get your share
Don't let me down, I have no time to wait
Tomorrow might not come, when dreamers dream too late
There was a flood of extra emotion that he had come to know so very well. Cris leaned into the hand that caressed his jaw and sent to his partner. [And I love you. I would show you also if I could.] Rowan knew and if he wanted confirmation then he could use his empathy. However, Cris would prefer to just tell him.
[We have cut cake, danced, been toasted and mingled.] He gazed up questioningly at Rowan. [ How long before you think we can make a break for it?] Holding his partner so close like this made him want to have a truly private place to show Rowan exactly what this day really meant to him. They might be allowed more displays of affection than usual but some things were just best done and said in private.
When the song ended, Cris blinked a few times and then looked around at the crowd. "I almost forgot they were there.†He whispered softly to Rowan, giving his lover a small private smile. Another song began and other people were moving to the floor.
"Shall we stay for the next one?â€
Eiryk
11 years ago
"You're only allowed to crash if you meet the dress code and RSVP."
Eiryk laughed. Although he was now tempted to not invite them and instead just make sure that Rowan and Cris knew when and were the wedding was oh and that there would be a per-reserved block of rooms they could use.
As amazing as the cake was Eiryk was a bit shy of it, he didn't want to muss himself too badly. He'd take a piece, or five, home with them and stick to mead in the mean time. For some reason Eiryk very rarely dropped or spilled mead or coffee, a fortunate quirk of his less graceful nature. As he sipped at the mead and watched Rowan and Cris dance he kept one arm casually draped over the back of Alex' chair keeping his boyfriend close during a rather romantic moment.
In a few months, just a few months, he told himself they'd have their own moment, a first dance and Eiryk looked forward to that even as he enjoyed celebrating his friends' union. They'd have to pick a song too. Lord that wasn't even on his list...
Before Eiryk could get lost in that list Alex put his phone down and asked about dancing.
"Of course I am. I'll even let you stand on my feet if it will save some energy."
And that was the very definition of love, volunteering his high polished hand made Italian shoes to be stepped on while they danced. Perhaps not the text book definition, but a dance with Alex was worth infinitely more to Eiryk than shoes.
To that end when the song ended and another began and other couples made their way to the floor Eiryk set his mead down and bowed, a very practiced formal court bow, to Alex.
"I wonder if I might have this dance?"
The music was slow enough that it would both not tire Alex out and give him the satisfaction of holding Alex close. Win/win if you asked him. When Alex accepted He led them both confidently out to the floor and began to lead them through some simple steps. He really, -really- didn't want to fall today. It was Rowan and Cris' day and he didn't want there to be any distractions or anything, beyond the raccoon, to steal focus and so he didn't try anything fancy or even threaten to dip Alex. He just smiled at Alex thrilled to be able to do this.
"Just in case I haven't said it recently, I love you."
That was it, one simple statement and then back to dancing. They weren't the wedding couple and he wasn't going to get too terribly mushy in public but how could he -not- say that at a wedding, even if it wasn't theirs.
Eiryk laughed. Although he was now tempted to not invite them and instead just make sure that Rowan and Cris knew when and were the wedding was oh and that there would be a per-reserved block of rooms they could use.
As amazing as the cake was Eiryk was a bit shy of it, he didn't want to muss himself too badly. He'd take a piece, or five, home with them and stick to mead in the mean time. For some reason Eiryk very rarely dropped or spilled mead or coffee, a fortunate quirk of his less graceful nature. As he sipped at the mead and watched Rowan and Cris dance he kept one arm casually draped over the back of Alex' chair keeping his boyfriend close during a rather romantic moment.
In a few months, just a few months, he told himself they'd have their own moment, a first dance and Eiryk looked forward to that even as he enjoyed celebrating his friends' union. They'd have to pick a song too. Lord that wasn't even on his list...
Before Eiryk could get lost in that list Alex put his phone down and asked about dancing.
"Of course I am. I'll even let you stand on my feet if it will save some energy."
And that was the very definition of love, volunteering his high polished hand made Italian shoes to be stepped on while they danced. Perhaps not the text book definition, but a dance with Alex was worth infinitely more to Eiryk than shoes.
To that end when the song ended and another began and other couples made their way to the floor Eiryk set his mead down and bowed, a very practiced formal court bow, to Alex.
"I wonder if I might have this dance?"
The music was slow enough that it would both not tire Alex out and give him the satisfaction of holding Alex close. Win/win if you asked him. When Alex accepted He led them both confidently out to the floor and began to lead them through some simple steps. He really, -really- didn't want to fall today. It was Rowan and Cris' day and he didn't want there to be any distractions or anything, beyond the raccoon, to steal focus and so he didn't try anything fancy or even threaten to dip Alex. He just smiled at Alex thrilled to be able to do this.
"Just in case I haven't said it recently, I love you."
That was it, one simple statement and then back to dancing. They weren't the wedding couple and he wasn't going to get too terribly mushy in public but how could he -not- say that at a wedding, even if it wasn't theirs.
Rowan Murphy
11 years ago
Rowan closed his eyes when Cris sent to him during their dance, just briefly, letting himself drift along in his partner's arms.
[You show me every day and every night, sweetheart,] he sent back. [You don't need a glamour. I can feel it all the time. No one could love me as much.]
When Cris echoed his private sentiment that maybe they could cut and run soon, Rowan grinned. [A bit yet, probably,] he responded. [We can keep looking for ways though, and act on the opportunity as soon as it arises.]
When the song ended and Cris looked around with a bemused expression Rowan just pulled his partner close, out of the formal hold of the waltz, and hugged him tight. "I didn't forget," he said softly. "I just enjoyed them all watching."
He nodded when Cris asked if they should stay for another dance as the strains of a slower song began and other people slowly drifted onto the dance floor, including a satisfied-looking Eiryk and Alex. "Oh yes, we should stay, and dance as improperly as possible," he said.
He splayed his large hands over the small of Cris's back and dipped his head down to capture Cris's mouth in a soft kiss, moving gently against him, suggestively, under the cover of the slow music. He should have known better than to think they would get the whole song though. Word of what happened at the Halloween Benefit had obviously spread, but in this case the instigator was obvious. Rowan smiled, but as Becky closed in on them he gave a little sigh.
"Prepare to be interrupted, love," he said. To his surprise Becky did tap him, but then she gently pushed him back.
"Can I steal your new husband for a moment?" She asked with a twinkle in her eye and a little smile.
Rowan was saved from having to go partner-less by Aishe, who tugged on his hand. "I'll steal you, since it's the only dance I'm likely to get," she said, with a little wink at Cris. "After this I imagine Cris might zip-tie you to him, just to make sure we can't get away with it again."
Rowan laughed and, with a final soft kiss to Cris's mead-sweetened lips, moved away and took Aishe in a casual dance hold. She moved quiet prettily on the dance floor, and he could tell she actually knew the steps, surprising in a woman her age.
"So, any escape plans yet?" she asked him, with a little bit too much innocence.
Rowan grinned at her. "Well, we were thinking of setting off the fire alarms and escaping in the confusion," he lied easily.
Aishe's eyebrows rose. "Oh, that's very good. Let me know if I can help."
Rowan didn't doubt for a second that Cris's daughter was going to go straight back to some Elder or another, maybe even Henri, with this information. He hadn't been born yesterday. He and Cris both knew it was going to be a little game; the newlyweds trying to sneak out, the well-meaning celebrants barring their way.
Aishe's offer to help had been spoken with such sincerity that Rowan almost employed his empathy on her to see if she really wanted to help. Then he shook his head internally at himself. He trusted Cris. That was about it. Okay, well, actually, he'd trusted Alex's offer too. He didn't think Alex had it in him to dissemble, not tonight, and not to them, and not when he felt ill.
[You show me every day and every night, sweetheart,] he sent back. [You don't need a glamour. I can feel it all the time. No one could love me as much.]
When Cris echoed his private sentiment that maybe they could cut and run soon, Rowan grinned. [A bit yet, probably,] he responded. [We can keep looking for ways though, and act on the opportunity as soon as it arises.]
When the song ended and Cris looked around with a bemused expression Rowan just pulled his partner close, out of the formal hold of the waltz, and hugged him tight. "I didn't forget," he said softly. "I just enjoyed them all watching."
He nodded when Cris asked if they should stay for another dance as the strains of a slower song began and other people slowly drifted onto the dance floor, including a satisfied-looking Eiryk and Alex. "Oh yes, we should stay, and dance as improperly as possible," he said.
He splayed his large hands over the small of Cris's back and dipped his head down to capture Cris's mouth in a soft kiss, moving gently against him, suggestively, under the cover of the slow music. He should have known better than to think they would get the whole song though. Word of what happened at the Halloween Benefit had obviously spread, but in this case the instigator was obvious. Rowan smiled, but as Becky closed in on them he gave a little sigh.
"Prepare to be interrupted, love," he said. To his surprise Becky did tap him, but then she gently pushed him back.
"Can I steal your new husband for a moment?" She asked with a twinkle in her eye and a little smile.
Rowan was saved from having to go partner-less by Aishe, who tugged on his hand. "I'll steal you, since it's the only dance I'm likely to get," she said, with a little wink at Cris. "After this I imagine Cris might zip-tie you to him, just to make sure we can't get away with it again."
Rowan laughed and, with a final soft kiss to Cris's mead-sweetened lips, moved away and took Aishe in a casual dance hold. She moved quiet prettily on the dance floor, and he could tell she actually knew the steps, surprising in a woman her age.
"So, any escape plans yet?" she asked him, with a little bit too much innocence.
Rowan grinned at her. "Well, we were thinking of setting off the fire alarms and escaping in the confusion," he lied easily.
Aishe's eyebrows rose. "Oh, that's very good. Let me know if I can help."
Rowan didn't doubt for a second that Cris's daughter was going to go straight back to some Elder or another, maybe even Henri, with this information. He hadn't been born yesterday. He and Cris both knew it was going to be a little game; the newlyweds trying to sneak out, the well-meaning celebrants barring their way.
Aishe's offer to help had been spoken with such sincerity that Rowan almost employed his empathy on her to see if she really wanted to help. Then he shook his head internally at himself. He trusted Cris. That was about it. Okay, well, actually, he'd trusted Alex's offer too. He didn't think Alex had it in him to dissemble, not tonight, and not to them, and not when he felt ill.
Christian Bern
11 years ago
Rowan suggested that they keep looking for a way to escape the party. He could think of several effective methods and would bet that he could include MARI as a potential accomplice if necessary.
His exhibitionist husband smugly informed him that he had not forgotten about the people watching but instead enjoyed every moment of it. Cris simply smiled and pulled Rowan closer for the next song.
He and Rowan got to enjoy their second dance very briefly. Then it was interrupted by Rowan's nurse. Cris expected that Becky wanted to dance with his partner and so he started looking around for Aishe to see if she would like to dance with her vampire dad. She was nearby but Becky claimed him instead of Rowan.
That seemed different. At this point it seemed a little late for the 'treat him well or else' speech but perhaps she decided that it needed to be said for the sake of custom. He would have expected it the first night Rowan brought him along to an employee gathering but not after spending so much time with Becky and the other people regularly around Rowan at the hospital. And after the serial killer situation that left Rowan with so many nightmares Cris felt that everyone in the hospital should know that he would stand by his redhead no matter what.
Still, he waited to hear what she had to say, trying to look open and friendly despite being prepared for a lecture on his husbandly duties.
She slid easily enough into his arms and then went straight to the point. That was normally a quality he admired about Becky. "So, I hear that you were married before.†Her stern gaze demanded an answer.
That statement was absolutely nothing at all like what he expected to hear. Cris jerked his head backward in a shocked expression of disbelief. He frowned and peered at her more closely as he would a person who had just stated there was life on Mars in the form of pink elephants.
"You need to get more reliable sources.†Cris managed to find his neutral face again after the initial shock. "I have never been...â€
Becky interrupted his denial. "to your work.â€
"I...†He sighed softly and gave her a small smile. "Perhaps your sources are adequate.â€
Smiling, she hugged him tightly. "Well, I am glad the divorce was final before your marriage to Rowan. He is a wonderful man who deserves plenty of attention.â€
Cris couldn't help but smile at the well meaning intervention on the part of Rowan's nurse. "Yes, he is and I do not think you have to worry. We will both keep each other honest. No more long love affairs with work for either of us.†There would be times when they needed to spend a lot of time doing their job. They both had service oriented professions that included emergencies that required more from them occasionally that a standard nine to five job. However neither of them were willing to sacrifice their life with each other to continue the kind of hours that they had originally put in. Rowan would be sleeping at home, thank you very much if Cris had to stalk across the hall and carry him there himself, and Cris would not be spending all his hours in his office or touring the buildings for lack of anything better to do.
At least now he could tour them with Rowan, off duty and in the open like a normal person with friends. They were seen quite often in the working tower on their lunch breaks walking,laughing and shopping. When you rarely ate then an hour with your partner could be spent however you liked. Often people didn't see them at all and afterward they both looked more calm and happy after whatever 'activity' they might have engaged in privately. Having Rowan nearby made lunch breaks something to look forward to, however they spent them.
"I know.†Becky smiled at him again. "I also know that I have you to thank as well as Rowan for getting my son back to me safely.†Her eyes became moist as she spoke and he was hugged again. "Thank you, both of you.â€
Now the direct woman who broke right in on a dance looked down at her feet and then over at Rowan dancing nearby with Aishe. "I feel so lucky to have you both in my life and to be here. This place, the job and the people. It is wonderful.â€
Cris gave her a smile and hug of his own. "You are a strong woman, an amazing nurse and an excellent mother. You deserve all the goodness that comes your way.â€
"Thank you.†Becky said with a blush. She rose up on her toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "And Congratulations.â€
She made way for another person to take her place. Henri slid in through the crowd without making a stir but somehow he managed to claim the next dance.
Cris raised his eyebrows at Rowan's Creator and his fellow member of security. "I want to thank you for the delicious and incredibly beautiful work of art you gave us.†And the rest of the dinner and the catering service, oh and making Rowan in the first place...you know while he was thanking Henri for things.
((OOC:Permission to write Becky granted and to write Henri also, or else he would kill me...with his pinky. ))
His exhibitionist husband smugly informed him that he had not forgotten about the people watching but instead enjoyed every moment of it. Cris simply smiled and pulled Rowan closer for the next song.
He and Rowan got to enjoy their second dance very briefly. Then it was interrupted by Rowan's nurse. Cris expected that Becky wanted to dance with his partner and so he started looking around for Aishe to see if she would like to dance with her vampire dad. She was nearby but Becky claimed him instead of Rowan.
That seemed different. At this point it seemed a little late for the 'treat him well or else' speech but perhaps she decided that it needed to be said for the sake of custom. He would have expected it the first night Rowan brought him along to an employee gathering but not after spending so much time with Becky and the other people regularly around Rowan at the hospital. And after the serial killer situation that left Rowan with so many nightmares Cris felt that everyone in the hospital should know that he would stand by his redhead no matter what.
Still, he waited to hear what she had to say, trying to look open and friendly despite being prepared for a lecture on his husbandly duties.
She slid easily enough into his arms and then went straight to the point. That was normally a quality he admired about Becky. "So, I hear that you were married before.†Her stern gaze demanded an answer.
That statement was absolutely nothing at all like what he expected to hear. Cris jerked his head backward in a shocked expression of disbelief. He frowned and peered at her more closely as he would a person who had just stated there was life on Mars in the form of pink elephants.
"You need to get more reliable sources.†Cris managed to find his neutral face again after the initial shock. "I have never been...â€
Becky interrupted his denial. "to your work.â€
"I...†He sighed softly and gave her a small smile. "Perhaps your sources are adequate.â€
Smiling, she hugged him tightly. "Well, I am glad the divorce was final before your marriage to Rowan. He is a wonderful man who deserves plenty of attention.â€
Cris couldn't help but smile at the well meaning intervention on the part of Rowan's nurse. "Yes, he is and I do not think you have to worry. We will both keep each other honest. No more long love affairs with work for either of us.†There would be times when they needed to spend a lot of time doing their job. They both had service oriented professions that included emergencies that required more from them occasionally that a standard nine to five job. However neither of them were willing to sacrifice their life with each other to continue the kind of hours that they had originally put in. Rowan would be sleeping at home, thank you very much if Cris had to stalk across the hall and carry him there himself, and Cris would not be spending all his hours in his office or touring the buildings for lack of anything better to do.
At least now he could tour them with Rowan, off duty and in the open like a normal person with friends. They were seen quite often in the working tower on their lunch breaks walking,laughing and shopping. When you rarely ate then an hour with your partner could be spent however you liked. Often people didn't see them at all and afterward they both looked more calm and happy after whatever 'activity' they might have engaged in privately. Having Rowan nearby made lunch breaks something to look forward to, however they spent them.
"I know.†Becky smiled at him again. "I also know that I have you to thank as well as Rowan for getting my son back to me safely.†Her eyes became moist as she spoke and he was hugged again. "Thank you, both of you.â€
Now the direct woman who broke right in on a dance looked down at her feet and then over at Rowan dancing nearby with Aishe. "I feel so lucky to have you both in my life and to be here. This place, the job and the people. It is wonderful.â€
Cris gave her a smile and hug of his own. "You are a strong woman, an amazing nurse and an excellent mother. You deserve all the goodness that comes your way.â€
"Thank you.†Becky said with a blush. She rose up on her toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "And Congratulations.â€
She made way for another person to take her place. Henri slid in through the crowd without making a stir but somehow he managed to claim the next dance.
Cris raised his eyebrows at Rowan's Creator and his fellow member of security. "I want to thank you for the delicious and incredibly beautiful work of art you gave us.†And the rest of the dinner and the catering service, oh and making Rowan in the first place...you know while he was thanking Henri for things.
((OOC:Permission to write Becky granted and to write Henri also, or else he would kill me...with his pinky. ))
Henri
11 years ago
Henri was happy to keep an eye over the gathering, and he knew he wasn't alone. Many of the people who loved Ruan and Christian were doing the same, even while causing them minor annoyance in the form of gentle, loving teasing. Henri was no exception, but he knew everyone present was in complete accord when it came to making sure the two men enjoyed their time.
It was easy enough to slide through the growing crowd on the small dance floor to where Cris and Ruan had been separated. Becky was talking to Cris and Aishe was dancing with Ruan. Cutting in was a simple enough matter as well, once Becky had said what she wanted to say. Sweet words, from a kind woman. Henri smiled. He had only met Becky briefly the last time he'd been in the city but he liked her, largely because Ruan liked her.
Now he took her place, taking Cris in a casual dance hold and moving with him as he smiled and thanked Henri for... well, he assumed Cris meant cake, but Henri wasn't above some teasing himself.
"Don't let Ruan hear you referring to him that way or you won't be able to fit his ego on the plane with you," he said in his heavily accented English. "I am glad I turned him too. Oh, and the cake. That was just fun. I've already packed the top tier away and had it loaded into the getaway vehicle."
He grinned at Cris, professionally his superior but now, apparently, his... son in law or something as well. "You are both magnificent together," he said. "In every way. I am happy to have you as part of our family. I hope, if you find the time on your honeymoon, you might spend a day or two in France with us."
He shook his head with a smile. "Do not feel obligated. I know how it feels." He shot a glance at Renee, the tall, striking blond dancing with Aishe's fiance. They made a fetching couple, actually. "There will be many more vacations, and I promised, after that fiasco last time, that I would not lock myself away in my country and miss Ruan's entire life."
It was a decision he realized he had had to make when the drama had happened before. Henri loved France, loved his life, had no desire to leave his home. But he had missed many centuries of Ruan's adventures with his stubborn refusal to stay where he was. And he knew Renee wanted to see more of the world. So now he knew, it was time to stop being quite so stubborn about it. He could travel. A little. Probably.
As they moved around to the music Henri smiled at Cris once again. "I know it won't always be wedded bliss," he said. "Renee and I have been married for several centuries and there have been plenty of storms."
It felt odd giving marriage advice to Christian, but Henri and Renee had indeed spent three centuries married to each other, and that was a great deal of experience. But Henri wasn't intending to lecture; not at all, actually.
"You and Ruan have had a perfect start. I don't think you could be any more tightly bonded." Henri smiled widely, displaying his approval. Cris was exactly what the wayward pirate needed, in his opinion. "Just remember, when times are tough. Ruan has never once in his life... not once, mind you, even on the pirate ship... felt obligated to go anywhere or be anywhere he did not want to be."
It might not be much now, and it might not ever be relevant, but Henri firmly believed that Ruan with his own stubborn and independent streak had finally found his home. And no matter how difficult times became, work, or personal troubles, or anything else that might arise to pressure them, Ruan would stick to Cris like a burr not because he felt he should, but because there was nowhere else in the universe he'd rather be.
Henri leaned forward and kissed Cris once on each cheek. "You will be together forever. I think so. Very much. It is a beautiful thing."
In his experience very few couples could claim the same. It would take work and there would be bad times mixed in with the good; those things sometimes felt exacerbated by the sheer length of their lives. But Henri hoped that Ruan and Cris would call on himself and Renee for support and advice if they ever actually needed it. Neither man was a stranger to such work, and he knew they would devote themselves to each other. It really was a beautiful thing.
It was easy enough to slide through the growing crowd on the small dance floor to where Cris and Ruan had been separated. Becky was talking to Cris and Aishe was dancing with Ruan. Cutting in was a simple enough matter as well, once Becky had said what she wanted to say. Sweet words, from a kind woman. Henri smiled. He had only met Becky briefly the last time he'd been in the city but he liked her, largely because Ruan liked her.
Now he took her place, taking Cris in a casual dance hold and moving with him as he smiled and thanked Henri for... well, he assumed Cris meant cake, but Henri wasn't above some teasing himself.
"Don't let Ruan hear you referring to him that way or you won't be able to fit his ego on the plane with you," he said in his heavily accented English. "I am glad I turned him too. Oh, and the cake. That was just fun. I've already packed the top tier away and had it loaded into the getaway vehicle."
He grinned at Cris, professionally his superior but now, apparently, his... son in law or something as well. "You are both magnificent together," he said. "In every way. I am happy to have you as part of our family. I hope, if you find the time on your honeymoon, you might spend a day or two in France with us."
He shook his head with a smile. "Do not feel obligated. I know how it feels." He shot a glance at Renee, the tall, striking blond dancing with Aishe's fiance. They made a fetching couple, actually. "There will be many more vacations, and I promised, after that fiasco last time, that I would not lock myself away in my country and miss Ruan's entire life."
It was a decision he realized he had had to make when the drama had happened before. Henri loved France, loved his life, had no desire to leave his home. But he had missed many centuries of Ruan's adventures with his stubborn refusal to stay where he was. And he knew Renee wanted to see more of the world. So now he knew, it was time to stop being quite so stubborn about it. He could travel. A little. Probably.
As they moved around to the music Henri smiled at Cris once again. "I know it won't always be wedded bliss," he said. "Renee and I have been married for several centuries and there have been plenty of storms."
It felt odd giving marriage advice to Christian, but Henri and Renee had indeed spent three centuries married to each other, and that was a great deal of experience. But Henri wasn't intending to lecture; not at all, actually.
"You and Ruan have had a perfect start. I don't think you could be any more tightly bonded." Henri smiled widely, displaying his approval. Cris was exactly what the wayward pirate needed, in his opinion. "Just remember, when times are tough. Ruan has never once in his life... not once, mind you, even on the pirate ship... felt obligated to go anywhere or be anywhere he did not want to be."
It might not be much now, and it might not ever be relevant, but Henri firmly believed that Ruan with his own stubborn and independent streak had finally found his home. And no matter how difficult times became, work, or personal troubles, or anything else that might arise to pressure them, Ruan would stick to Cris like a burr not because he felt he should, but because there was nowhere else in the universe he'd rather be.
Henri leaned forward and kissed Cris once on each cheek. "You will be together forever. I think so. Very much. It is a beautiful thing."
In his experience very few couples could claim the same. It would take work and there would be bad times mixed in with the good; those things sometimes felt exacerbated by the sheer length of their lives. But Henri hoped that Ruan and Cris would call on himself and Renee for support and advice if they ever actually needed it. Neither man was a stranger to such work, and he knew they would devote themselves to each other. It really was a beautiful thing.
Christian Bern
11 years ago
Cris laughed at Henri's mention of the compliment and what it might do to Rowan's ego. "We chartered a larger plane just so I could tell him how wonderful he is.†He gave Henri a satisfied smile, happy to be here with Rowan and all their friends. His lover's personal vanity was amusing because of his big heart and modesty in other areas. It was another facet of Rowan that he loved, perhaps it made his redhead less than some ideal of perfect but it made him perfect for Cris. He would choose not to be seen, much like Henri, and Rowan loved attention. They went well together.
"Thank you.†Before the last few years Cris would have said he didn't have a family. He had Grisha and a clan. Now though, his family had grown seemingly over night and they were all important. Aishe brought Kem with her and a raccoon grandson, Ume and Becky had become a part of his and Rowan's family as well and Alfarinn was not just a clan leader but a brother. He couldn't say anymore that he was protecting his clan; he knew that he was dedicated to protecting his family. His job was personal, had always been, and there was no reason to pretend that it wasn't. "And welcome to ours.†Cris took a brief look around the room, seeing faces of family in every place.
Henri invited them to stay for a few days in France and Cris thought that was a good idea and one that he might be able to convince Rowan to get behind as well. "We can just stay an extra two days.â€
He grinned mischievously and his gaze flickered over to Alfarinn who was convincing Natt, or his mate, to give Ume her glittery hair pin back. She was laughing and shaking her head obviously suggesting the bird could keep it but Alfarinn was insistent. Cris watched as the crow waddled over to Ume and settled the clip down on her open palm and then scuttled a few inches away. He tucked his head against his chest and looked for all the world like he was sulking. Natt, like Shawe and Scoop, who was bound to be around here somewhere, was exceptional; he thought he would like animals much better if they were all so interesting as these. "I am sure Alfarinn and the Towers could do without us for a few more days.â€
Smiling, Cris said. "We would like to see you both more. There are some interesting sights in the New World that are worth seeing, perhaps we could all explore the country together.†He had done the same thing as Henri for the most part, just not as long. Once he was given his current position, Cris had rarely left Nachton. Most of his exploration of the rest of the country had been from a time before the industrial era really took off. Short visits here and there to personally oversee important clan business really did not count as visiting.
He nodded solemnly at Henri's words of wisdom, glancing over at Rowan when it was mentioned that his new husband never stayed anywhere that he didn't want to be. Cris hoped that place would always be next to him and he knew that Henri was saying that it would be so. Even in hard times if Rowan was staying to work it out or even fight it out then it meant that he still wanted to be with him. He didn't want there to be fights to work out and he didn't want Rowan to ever wonder whether he made the right choice. It was hard to think of a time when they would argue and disagree but he knew they were bound to happen. Just not today.
"I certainly hope so.†Cris accepted Henri's kisses with a smile. "I love him very much.â€
"Thank you.†Before the last few years Cris would have said he didn't have a family. He had Grisha and a clan. Now though, his family had grown seemingly over night and they were all important. Aishe brought Kem with her and a raccoon grandson, Ume and Becky had become a part of his and Rowan's family as well and Alfarinn was not just a clan leader but a brother. He couldn't say anymore that he was protecting his clan; he knew that he was dedicated to protecting his family. His job was personal, had always been, and there was no reason to pretend that it wasn't. "And welcome to ours.†Cris took a brief look around the room, seeing faces of family in every place.
Henri invited them to stay for a few days in France and Cris thought that was a good idea and one that he might be able to convince Rowan to get behind as well. "We can just stay an extra two days.â€
He grinned mischievously and his gaze flickered over to Alfarinn who was convincing Natt, or his mate, to give Ume her glittery hair pin back. She was laughing and shaking her head obviously suggesting the bird could keep it but Alfarinn was insistent. Cris watched as the crow waddled over to Ume and settled the clip down on her open palm and then scuttled a few inches away. He tucked his head against his chest and looked for all the world like he was sulking. Natt, like Shawe and Scoop, who was bound to be around here somewhere, was exceptional; he thought he would like animals much better if they were all so interesting as these. "I am sure Alfarinn and the Towers could do without us for a few more days.â€
Smiling, Cris said. "We would like to see you both more. There are some interesting sights in the New World that are worth seeing, perhaps we could all explore the country together.†He had done the same thing as Henri for the most part, just not as long. Once he was given his current position, Cris had rarely left Nachton. Most of his exploration of the rest of the country had been from a time before the industrial era really took off. Short visits here and there to personally oversee important clan business really did not count as visiting.
He nodded solemnly at Henri's words of wisdom, glancing over at Rowan when it was mentioned that his new husband never stayed anywhere that he didn't want to be. Cris hoped that place would always be next to him and he knew that Henri was saying that it would be so. Even in hard times if Rowan was staying to work it out or even fight it out then it meant that he still wanted to be with him. He didn't want there to be fights to work out and he didn't want Rowan to ever wonder whether he made the right choice. It was hard to think of a time when they would argue and disagree but he knew they were bound to happen. Just not today.
"I certainly hope so.†Cris accepted Henri's kisses with a smile. "I love him very much.â€
Aishe
11 years ago
After her initial inquiry about Rowan and Cris's escape plans Aishe dropped the subject. She hardly believed Rowan's story about the fire alarms. Cris was way cleverer than that, and so was Rowan. She might just tell that story herself, though. She hadn't committed to anyone's side yet.
Instead of worrying about it, she just danced pleasantly with Rowan, who was a fun partner. He danced well and didn't seem worried about getting the steps exactly right although he did anyway. He was remarkably nimble for someone his size. All those centuries bouncing up and down ship's masts, maybe.
"You're spending the entire time in Switzerland for your honeymoon right?"
Rowan shrugged at her. "Oh, I'm sure we'll go wherever the wind takes us."
She sparkled up at him. "So long as you're with your Cris, is that it?"
Rowan grinned and nodded at her. "That's it."
"That's sweet."
"I'll return him safe and sound," Rowan promised. "Don't miss us too much."
Aishe smiled. "I always miss him when he's gone. Now I'll miss you too."
She couldn't help the ring of truth that colored her words. She would miss them both, but this time she knew Cris would be back, with Rowan, to their family and friends.
"I'll make it up to you."
"Buy me something pretty," she said a little wickedly.
"I'll do better than that," Rowan promised. "You know Renee is a jeweler right?"
Aishe could feel her own eyes light up. She couldn't help it. She loved jewelry. There was something about it, something appealing. "She is? I didn't know that."
"Well, maybe I'll talk to her about making something sparkly for you."
Aishe blinked at Rowan. "Does she do custom work?"
Rowan laughed. "Aishe, love, that's all she does. She makes it herself."
Aishe craned her neck, looking for Renee, who was dancing with Kiamhaat. They were easy to spot, both tall and pale-haired. Kiamhaat saw her watching and sent to her a moment later.
[Don't worry, I'm behaving.]
[Did you know Renee makes jewelry?]
[Nope, not a clue. Never crossed my mind. We weren't discussing that exact thing at all. Go dance with someone else.]
Aishe turned back to Rowan, a satisfied little smile on her face. He laughed. "All right. I'll have to find you a different souvenir."
She shook her head. "Oh no, multiple shinies are just fine."
Rowan rolled his eyes at her and laughed. Then he said to someone over her head, "Here, she's all yours. I'll trade."
Aishe wasn't sure who she'd been traded for but she was suddenly spun into Cris's arms. Oh, she liked that too. Rowan was all well and good but Cris was at the top of her dance partner list right after Kiamhaat. She slid her arms around his waist and rested her cheek on his shoulder. Right about then was when she realized it didn't matter who threatened her with what - she wasn't going to help prank Cris and keep him and Rowan from departing when they wanted to.
"Rowan told me you were going to trip the sprinklers and escape," she murmured against Cris's tux-clad shoulder, "but I know you have a better idea than that."
As far as mushy sentiments went, that wasn't exactly a heartfelt statement of love, but Cris was an empath. He could read her emotions anyway. And she'd never indicated that he shouldn't do so, although she suspected he wouldn't if she asked him not to. As far as she was concerned though, she was an open book for Cris.
Instead of worrying about it, she just danced pleasantly with Rowan, who was a fun partner. He danced well and didn't seem worried about getting the steps exactly right although he did anyway. He was remarkably nimble for someone his size. All those centuries bouncing up and down ship's masts, maybe.
"You're spending the entire time in Switzerland for your honeymoon right?"
Rowan shrugged at her. "Oh, I'm sure we'll go wherever the wind takes us."
She sparkled up at him. "So long as you're with your Cris, is that it?"
Rowan grinned and nodded at her. "That's it."
"That's sweet."
"I'll return him safe and sound," Rowan promised. "Don't miss us too much."
Aishe smiled. "I always miss him when he's gone. Now I'll miss you too."
She couldn't help the ring of truth that colored her words. She would miss them both, but this time she knew Cris would be back, with Rowan, to their family and friends.
"I'll make it up to you."
"Buy me something pretty," she said a little wickedly.
"I'll do better than that," Rowan promised. "You know Renee is a jeweler right?"
Aishe could feel her own eyes light up. She couldn't help it. She loved jewelry. There was something about it, something appealing. "She is? I didn't know that."
"Well, maybe I'll talk to her about making something sparkly for you."
Aishe blinked at Rowan. "Does she do custom work?"
Rowan laughed. "Aishe, love, that's all she does. She makes it herself."
Aishe craned her neck, looking for Renee, who was dancing with Kiamhaat. They were easy to spot, both tall and pale-haired. Kiamhaat saw her watching and sent to her a moment later.
[Don't worry, I'm behaving.]
[Did you know Renee makes jewelry?]
[Nope, not a clue. Never crossed my mind. We weren't discussing that exact thing at all. Go dance with someone else.]
Aishe turned back to Rowan, a satisfied little smile on her face. He laughed. "All right. I'll have to find you a different souvenir."
She shook her head. "Oh no, multiple shinies are just fine."
Rowan rolled his eyes at her and laughed. Then he said to someone over her head, "Here, she's all yours. I'll trade."
Aishe wasn't sure who she'd been traded for but she was suddenly spun into Cris's arms. Oh, she liked that too. Rowan was all well and good but Cris was at the top of her dance partner list right after Kiamhaat. She slid her arms around his waist and rested her cheek on his shoulder. Right about then was when she realized it didn't matter who threatened her with what - she wasn't going to help prank Cris and keep him and Rowan from departing when they wanted to.
"Rowan told me you were going to trip the sprinklers and escape," she murmured against Cris's tux-clad shoulder, "but I know you have a better idea than that."
As far as mushy sentiments went, that wasn't exactly a heartfelt statement of love, but Cris was an empath. He could read her emotions anyway. And she'd never indicated that he shouldn't do so, although she suspected he wouldn't if she asked him not to. As far as she was concerned though, she was an open book for Cris.
Rowan Murphy
11 years ago
Rowan watched Aishe spin happily into Cris's arms and relieved Cris of his own Creator. Henri was smiling, and Rowan didn't doubt the two of them had had an interesting little chat.
"How many horrible things did you tell him about me?"
Henri looked shocked, which Rowan didn't buy for a heartbeat. "Ruan. We barely danced for a minute or two. How much could I possibly have gotten out?"
Rowan cocked an eyebrow at Henri, who just laughed. "Okay, okay. Don't answer. I told him I had hoped you would stop for a couple of days in Paris. He seemed to agree it would be nice."
"Paris, on our honeymoon, that would be tragic," Rowan said. "Really tough to take. Especially from your place."
"Our place," Henri corrected. "You always have a room there."
It was one of the things Henri had insisted upon for twelve hundred years, actually. No matter where Rowan was or what he was doing, Henri had a room for him. Not a place he stayed whenever he visited but a room that belonged to him, had his things in it. Even after marrying Renee, one of the bedrooms in their penthouse remained Rowan's. Rowan wondered if Henri knew how much that meant to him.
"I don't need it anymore," he said, a feeling of peace settling over him but still feeling a little pang as he said it. Cris really was everything he needed.
"No, you're right," Henri agreed.
Rowan grimaced a little. That room and that promise had kept him company on some very lonely nights, doubting his existence, wondering who the hell he was. He didn't need it anymore, but he loved that it was there. It had always reminded him that no matter where he went Henri was always there for him. Now he had so much more, but he still loved his friendship with his Creator. His family.
Henri continued. "What you need now is to send me something small that Cris would like in there, a few things I can mix in with yours. The room isn't just yours anymore. It has to belong to you both."
Rowan swallowed hard. Then he pulled Henri to him and hugged him tight, forgetting to dance, just holding him close. "That would be really nice," he finally said, his voice husky.
Henri squeezed him tight. "You know I'm not going to change," he said. "You never wanted to come back to stay but that didn't mean I couldn't keep your room ready and waiting. Just in case."
"We'll visit and spend time in it," Rowan said. Henri nodded happily.
It was important to Henri too, Rowan knew that. For a long time Henri was all Rowan had in the world. The only person who knew him at all, and even he hadn't known who Rowan was. The ties that bound him to his Creator went stronger than blood. If keeping a room for Rowan and Cris made Henri happy, then Rowan would ask Cris if he might keep a few things there.
"How many horrible things did you tell him about me?"
Henri looked shocked, which Rowan didn't buy for a heartbeat. "Ruan. We barely danced for a minute or two. How much could I possibly have gotten out?"
Rowan cocked an eyebrow at Henri, who just laughed. "Okay, okay. Don't answer. I told him I had hoped you would stop for a couple of days in Paris. He seemed to agree it would be nice."
"Paris, on our honeymoon, that would be tragic," Rowan said. "Really tough to take. Especially from your place."
"Our place," Henri corrected. "You always have a room there."
It was one of the things Henri had insisted upon for twelve hundred years, actually. No matter where Rowan was or what he was doing, Henri had a room for him. Not a place he stayed whenever he visited but a room that belonged to him, had his things in it. Even after marrying Renee, one of the bedrooms in their penthouse remained Rowan's. Rowan wondered if Henri knew how much that meant to him.
"I don't need it anymore," he said, a feeling of peace settling over him but still feeling a little pang as he said it. Cris really was everything he needed.
"No, you're right," Henri agreed.
Rowan grimaced a little. That room and that promise had kept him company on some very lonely nights, doubting his existence, wondering who the hell he was. He didn't need it anymore, but he loved that it was there. It had always reminded him that no matter where he went Henri was always there for him. Now he had so much more, but he still loved his friendship with his Creator. His family.
Henri continued. "What you need now is to send me something small that Cris would like in there, a few things I can mix in with yours. The room isn't just yours anymore. It has to belong to you both."
Rowan swallowed hard. Then he pulled Henri to him and hugged him tight, forgetting to dance, just holding him close. "That would be really nice," he finally said, his voice husky.
Henri squeezed him tight. "You know I'm not going to change," he said. "You never wanted to come back to stay but that didn't mean I couldn't keep your room ready and waiting. Just in case."
"We'll visit and spend time in it," Rowan said. Henri nodded happily.
It was important to Henri too, Rowan knew that. For a long time Henri was all Rowan had in the world. The only person who knew him at all, and even he hadn't known who Rowan was. The ties that bound him to his Creator went stronger than blood. If keeping a room for Rowan and Cris made Henri happy, then Rowan would ask Cris if he might keep a few things there.
Christian Bern
11 years ago
Cris smiled when he finally got to dance with Aishe. He held her close and they danced in place for a bit. He was content to not be showy and acrobatic but his daughter happened to be the perfect height for some of the more entertaining stuff. They could look graceful together in a way that he and Rowan could manage only if he were in a pair of heels and the way she and Kem could look only if he floated her a half a foot above the floor. Vampires could manage to make even a less than perfect height pairing look good but they were close enough to look unnaturally graceful with ease. He thought he should see if Aishe wanted to accompany him out dancing if she had time off and Kem was busy. They could enter some competitions or something.
He laughed when she explained that Rowan let her in on their 'plan'. With a half shrug of the shoulder that she wasn't leaning on, Cris said. "Well sometimes simple is best. People won't be expecting simple."
Looking at his daughter carefully he could see the moment of decision in her aura. Vampires couldn't mind read but he was one of the rare ones who occasionally appeared to have that ability. Between empathy and a knowledge of body language it all worked together like pieces of the puzzle for him. In this case they were talking about his and Rowan's escape and he knew that Aishe had a wonderful relationship with Evenhet's biggest trouble maker and several of the others. They would invite her to be a part of the good natured trouble. But blood, heh, was thicker than water...or something.
[Thank you, Liebling.] He sent to her and held her a little tighter. [There are several plans formulating but I suspect that it is simply best to be open to the first opportunity that looks worth taking advantage of. I could have one of the guys downstairs turn on the sprinklers but that would ruin the party for everyone else.] Cris smiled at her. [I am not that desperate yet. Alex has offered to help and I suspect he is on the side of good. Alfarinn hasn't enticed him away with the dark side cookies yet.] Or wait, he was Darth Bern so perhaps Alfarinn had light side cookies?
As if summoned by his thoughts, Alfarinn came and claimed Aishe. A smiling Ume came and took her place. She beamed at him and hugged his neck tightly, telling him how happy she was for him and Rowan and how she was going to miss them both while they were gone but that she promised to help keep everyone in line back home. Ume had made a home for herself in The Towers and he knew that she would be just fine while they were gone. She had become really good friends with Becky and most of his people here in Nachton and some from other places as well. Cris suspected they liked dealing with her far more than dealing with him and were overjoyed that he now had an assistant that they could bring small matters to without having to see the 'boss'.
He and Rowan danced with more people, Claire, Sorcha, Kem and Renee to name but a few. At least they were swapping part way through the dances otherwise this might have become the party that never ended.
Eventually the exchange of people slowed down and he found himself looking at Rowan again. "I think there is one more couple we need to get out on the floor." Cris gave Rowan a tight hug and a tender kiss, a large part of him wanted to desperately hold on to his husband now that he had him back and that was quite apparent in his kiss which ended far more passionately than it began and lingered far longer than he had intended. Cris made a soft sound that was part moan and part sigh when he eventually pulled away from Rowan. "I will go ambush Alex if you shanghai Eiryk."
Heading back to the table where the two had returned, Cris sent to Alex before they got there. [May I have the honor of your company? If you are up to it. If not then I will happily take a raincheck and enjoy some quiet respite from the dancing.] He didn't want obligation to sway Alex's judgement and he hoped that sending to him instead of asking would allow him to give the most honest answer. If Alex needed to say no then Cris will pretend he was never going to ask and would simply sit down to talk instead.
He laughed when she explained that Rowan let her in on their 'plan'. With a half shrug of the shoulder that she wasn't leaning on, Cris said. "Well sometimes simple is best. People won't be expecting simple."
Looking at his daughter carefully he could see the moment of decision in her aura. Vampires couldn't mind read but he was one of the rare ones who occasionally appeared to have that ability. Between empathy and a knowledge of body language it all worked together like pieces of the puzzle for him. In this case they were talking about his and Rowan's escape and he knew that Aishe had a wonderful relationship with Evenhet's biggest trouble maker and several of the others. They would invite her to be a part of the good natured trouble. But blood, heh, was thicker than water...or something.
[Thank you, Liebling.] He sent to her and held her a little tighter. [There are several plans formulating but I suspect that it is simply best to be open to the first opportunity that looks worth taking advantage of. I could have one of the guys downstairs turn on the sprinklers but that would ruin the party for everyone else.] Cris smiled at her. [I am not that desperate yet. Alex has offered to help and I suspect he is on the side of good. Alfarinn hasn't enticed him away with the dark side cookies yet.] Or wait, he was Darth Bern so perhaps Alfarinn had light side cookies?
As if summoned by his thoughts, Alfarinn came and claimed Aishe. A smiling Ume came and took her place. She beamed at him and hugged his neck tightly, telling him how happy she was for him and Rowan and how she was going to miss them both while they were gone but that she promised to help keep everyone in line back home. Ume had made a home for herself in The Towers and he knew that she would be just fine while they were gone. She had become really good friends with Becky and most of his people here in Nachton and some from other places as well. Cris suspected they liked dealing with her far more than dealing with him and were overjoyed that he now had an assistant that they could bring small matters to without having to see the 'boss'.
He and Rowan danced with more people, Claire, Sorcha, Kem and Renee to name but a few. At least they were swapping part way through the dances otherwise this might have become the party that never ended.
Eventually the exchange of people slowed down and he found himself looking at Rowan again. "I think there is one more couple we need to get out on the floor." Cris gave Rowan a tight hug and a tender kiss, a large part of him wanted to desperately hold on to his husband now that he had him back and that was quite apparent in his kiss which ended far more passionately than it began and lingered far longer than he had intended. Cris made a soft sound that was part moan and part sigh when he eventually pulled away from Rowan. "I will go ambush Alex if you shanghai Eiryk."
Heading back to the table where the two had returned, Cris sent to Alex before they got there. [May I have the honor of your company? If you are up to it. If not then I will happily take a raincheck and enjoy some quiet respite from the dancing.] He didn't want obligation to sway Alex's judgement and he hoped that sending to him instead of asking would allow him to give the most honest answer. If Alex needed to say no then Cris will pretend he was never going to ask and would simply sit down to talk instead.
Rowan Murphy
11 years ago
The whirl of partners was familiar, and Rowan was actually thankful for it himself. Because by the time Cris was in his arms again the feeling was all the sweeter for having missed it. He raised his eyebrows when Cris said there was another couple to get back on the floor but forestalled any questions when his husband's mouth claimed his for a soft kiss that quickly made him forget where they were. Soft turned passionate and slightly more demanding and Rowan felt his knees go weak. He wrapped his arms tightly around Cris's narrow waist and reveled in his feel and his taste, his own little breathless moan echoing Cris's when they parted.
He offered a soft 'ah' of understanding when Cris continued by clarifying his meaning. Nodding at his husband he headed with him in the direction of the table they'd vacated. He saw Alex and Eiryk sitting together. Alex looked good, really. Tired, but good. As Cris approached Alex Rowan did the same to Eiryk, bowing and grinning.
"May I?"
It was only right that the four of them dance together. He had known Eiryk, of course, since they were newbies. And the four of them had made their own little family, of sorts. As they reached the dance floor again Rowan slid into Eiryk's hold, letting his friend lead as he had in the past. They'd danced together before, but it had been a long time. Thinking about it, Rowan smiled down at Eiryk.
"It's not often you get to have a best friend who hangs out with you for a thousand years. And look at us now, all married and affianced and that."
He looked at Alex and Cris before smiling back down at Eiryk. "We did good, huh?"
Leaning down he gently kissed Eiryk's lips, not provocatively as he had in times past. Just because Eiryk was Eiryk, and Rowan loved him. In a time when being together had been very taboo, not to mention being a vampire, they'd stuck together because there weren't any others of their type really. Who else did they have? It could have gotten awkward. They could have tried to be in a relationship. They could have ended badly. Instead, they'd managed to remain friends through everything, intimate and not, and were able to stand here today with centuries of living behind them. Rowan thought it was pretty fantastic.
He offered a soft 'ah' of understanding when Cris continued by clarifying his meaning. Nodding at his husband he headed with him in the direction of the table they'd vacated. He saw Alex and Eiryk sitting together. Alex looked good, really. Tired, but good. As Cris approached Alex Rowan did the same to Eiryk, bowing and grinning.
"May I?"
It was only right that the four of them dance together. He had known Eiryk, of course, since they were newbies. And the four of them had made their own little family, of sorts. As they reached the dance floor again Rowan slid into Eiryk's hold, letting his friend lead as he had in the past. They'd danced together before, but it had been a long time. Thinking about it, Rowan smiled down at Eiryk.
"It's not often you get to have a best friend who hangs out with you for a thousand years. And look at us now, all married and affianced and that."
He looked at Alex and Cris before smiling back down at Eiryk. "We did good, huh?"
Leaning down he gently kissed Eiryk's lips, not provocatively as he had in times past. Just because Eiryk was Eiryk, and Rowan loved him. In a time when being together had been very taboo, not to mention being a vampire, they'd stuck together because there weren't any others of their type really. Who else did they have? It could have gotten awkward. They could have tried to be in a relationship. They could have ended badly. Instead, they'd managed to remain friends through everything, intimate and not, and were able to stand here today with centuries of living behind them. Rowan thought it was pretty fantastic.
Alex Aristos
11 years ago
Alex danced with Eiryk a few times, but they retreated back to their table for a short break soon. Settling his chair right next to Eiryk's, Alex leaned into Eiryk when his fiance wrapped arm around his shoulders. Picking up his plate Alex noted that there was more cake on it. He glanced around for Henri, but didn't see him. Shrugging and smiling Alex dug in. He couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten three pieces of cake. For any reason, really.
When Cris and Rowan broke away from the group and came back toward the table Alex heard Cris's voice in his head. He liked talking like this; Alex always enjoyed when he could do things that wouldn't draw attention to himself and speaking mind-to-mind with someone was the ultimate privacy. He wished Eiryk had that sort of ability, but he was happy Cris did. He'd done it with Kem once or twice too, and found that the mechanics of it were quite the same although it was sort of interesting, having a different voice pop up.
He focused his thoughts and sent back to Cris. [I'm not too tired to pass on you. And the honor is mine. I'd love to dance.]
He'd been hoping to dance with Cris, and Rowan too, but Alex wasn't really a 'put yourself out there' kind of guy. He was happy Cris had asked. He gave Eiryk's hand a little squeeze before releasing it and going back to the dance floor with Cris, who asked him out loud if he'd like to dance as well.
Holding onto Cris was nice. He was different than Eiryk, obviously, being shorter and slimmer, but Alex was used to having a shorter partner. It was more a feeling of contentment, of being part of something, having a place to belong. He didn't feel awkward with Cris and Rowan. And with Cris, especially, Alex always felt like he was with a kindred spirit. Always the quieter two, they shared a number of opinions and Alex privately thought that if he agreed with his friend on so many things then he must not be a bad person.
He remembered holding onto Cris when he'd been injured, letting his friend drink his blood, the first (and only) person who wasn't Eiryk to do so. Alex would do it again, for any of them, in a heartbeat. He was glad to have been able to help though. He looked forward to being well. Just in case.
When Cris and Rowan broke away from the group and came back toward the table Alex heard Cris's voice in his head. He liked talking like this; Alex always enjoyed when he could do things that wouldn't draw attention to himself and speaking mind-to-mind with someone was the ultimate privacy. He wished Eiryk had that sort of ability, but he was happy Cris did. He'd done it with Kem once or twice too, and found that the mechanics of it were quite the same although it was sort of interesting, having a different voice pop up.
He focused his thoughts and sent back to Cris. [I'm not too tired to pass on you. And the honor is mine. I'd love to dance.]
He'd been hoping to dance with Cris, and Rowan too, but Alex wasn't really a 'put yourself out there' kind of guy. He was happy Cris had asked. He gave Eiryk's hand a little squeeze before releasing it and going back to the dance floor with Cris, who asked him out loud if he'd like to dance as well.
Holding onto Cris was nice. He was different than Eiryk, obviously, being shorter and slimmer, but Alex was used to having a shorter partner. It was more a feeling of contentment, of being part of something, having a place to belong. He didn't feel awkward with Cris and Rowan. And with Cris, especially, Alex always felt like he was with a kindred spirit. Always the quieter two, they shared a number of opinions and Alex privately thought that if he agreed with his friend on so many things then he must not be a bad person.
He remembered holding onto Cris when he'd been injured, letting his friend drink his blood, the first (and only) person who wasn't Eiryk to do so. Alex would do it again, for any of them, in a heartbeat. He was glad to have been able to help though. He looked forward to being well. Just in case.
Eiryk
11 years ago
He would have been quite happy to dance the rest of the night, there were enough people here that he knew and was friends with, male and female, that it would have been a great deal of fun. He dearly would have liked to have danced with Renee, it had been too long since Eiryk had seen her. But Alex was tired and there was no way in this life or the next that Eiryk would leave Alex sitting at a table while he went dancing.
The extra slice of cake made him laugh and they chatted happily as others danced. Eiryk was feeling rather sentimental and might have told one or two stories about he and Rue's adventures. The clean stories! Nothing dirty or to make Alex jealous. No Alex meant too much to Eiryk to play with his emotions that way.
He hadn't expected Rue and Cris to claim them for a dance but seeing Alex happily dancing with Cris he had no qualms at all about doing the same with his friend.
"As your husband has stolen my fiancée I think that would be just fine."
It was always something of a mystery why Rowan let him lead. Of the two of them he was the shorter and the most dangerous, Eiryk had always thought it would be safer for Rue to lead, but he didn't argue.
"Well that's because you don't meet me very often."
He couldn't keep the laughter out of his voice as he turned a little bit of vanity back on Rowan even if Eiryk didn't mean a word of it.
It was laugh or go sappy, after all Rue was right. Even though they didn't see each other every day or even every year they had a great deal in common and that had been a big help through the years. Someone he could be himself with, who had some of the same memories, who was willing to help him pull his irons out of the fire and who Eiryk could do the same for. And that they could continue to do that after so many centuries meant the world to him.
"I think we both did rather amazingly."
He quickly cast a glance about to find Alex and Cris to make sure they were out of easy ear shot.
"If you swear not to repeat it, for today and today only... you might have done a bit better."
They danced a few more steps, with a minor bobble.
"No... I lied. Sorry about that. But I'll give you that you've done quite well even if I never thought the day would come."
For either of them really. Who knew. After twelve hundred years the world could still surprise you.
The extra slice of cake made him laugh and they chatted happily as others danced. Eiryk was feeling rather sentimental and might have told one or two stories about he and Rue's adventures. The clean stories! Nothing dirty or to make Alex jealous. No Alex meant too much to Eiryk to play with his emotions that way.
He hadn't expected Rue and Cris to claim them for a dance but seeing Alex happily dancing with Cris he had no qualms at all about doing the same with his friend.
"As your husband has stolen my fiancée I think that would be just fine."
It was always something of a mystery why Rowan let him lead. Of the two of them he was the shorter and the most dangerous, Eiryk had always thought it would be safer for Rue to lead, but he didn't argue.
"Well that's because you don't meet me very often."
He couldn't keep the laughter out of his voice as he turned a little bit of vanity back on Rowan even if Eiryk didn't mean a word of it.
It was laugh or go sappy, after all Rue was right. Even though they didn't see each other every day or even every year they had a great deal in common and that had been a big help through the years. Someone he could be himself with, who had some of the same memories, who was willing to help him pull his irons out of the fire and who Eiryk could do the same for. And that they could continue to do that after so many centuries meant the world to him.
"I think we both did rather amazingly."
He quickly cast a glance about to find Alex and Cris to make sure they were out of easy ear shot.
"If you swear not to repeat it, for today and today only... you might have done a bit better."
They danced a few more steps, with a minor bobble.
"No... I lied. Sorry about that. But I'll give you that you've done quite well even if I never thought the day would come."
For either of them really. Who knew. After twelve hundred years the world could still surprise you.
Christian Bern
11 years ago
"I see Henri stuffed you with another piece of cake." Cris smiled at Alex once they were on the dance floor. "It is good of you to comply with his wishes. It saves him from having to make an example of you." He had seen plenty of 'examples' in his day and wondered what the crime of not eating would entail. Would that be placing a tarred stomach on a pike at the gate of a city? Maybe public stuffing. Cris could just imagine that last one with people lining up to take turns stuffing the face of an incredibly thin model with her head in a stockade. Have some more cake! And pie and cookies!
"So you both are thinking about a wedding in Vermont, right?" He gave Alex a questioning glance. "Would that be a mountain top wedding? I suppose you could have your vows said while skiing down the side of it...but you would have to yell them at each other. May I suggest mountain top hot tub wedding instead?" He was joking of course. Cris suspected that Eiryk and Alex would want something at least semi formal, certainly more formal than mostly naked people in a hot tub. "It would save of tux rentals and picking out colours...unless you wanted matching swim suits but I think all natural would be the way to go." Rowan would certainly be all for it and would probably ask why they hadn't thought of the idea themselves.
Cris glanced over at Rowan and saw his face tense up and his brow furrow. He immediately looked at his husband's aura, worried that something was wrong. Had Eiryk given him bad news on his wedding day? For that to happen it would have to be dire indeed. The only thing that could possibly warrant that kind of disclosure would be something critically wrong with Alex. Cris held the man in his arms closer at the thought that something might be wrong as if that could protect him. Alex seemed to be doing well today but he did not understand modern medicine even a fraction as well as Rowan and he knew that symptoms flucuated all the time.
Those thoughts ran around in his mind briefly but one look at Rowan's colours explained to him that while there might be something amiss, enough to cause Rowan to use his empathy, there was nothing critical. His lover's colours displayed concern, curiosity and then a little panic, and resignation before it became understanding. Cris could put the clues together and see that Rowan had used his ability to check on Eiryk.
[Everything okay, Love?] He sent to Rowan and then glanced at his husband's dancing partner. [Eiryk okay?]
Turning back to Alex, he asked. "Would you like us to bring you guys back something from Switzerland? I think Aishe wants my return luggage to be full of chocolate but I think I can spare some room or ship her haul home to her directly." He smiled and wondered how big a shipment of chocolate he could send. Did they make refrigerator box sized assortments?
"We have a lot of hikers and good hiking gear but I think you are in a position to get any that I come across and probably at a better discount. We do make nice multi-tools perhaps you've heard of them?" Cris was rather proud of those little knives. They were practical, useful and functional like so many things made by the Swiss. "And clocks but I can make you something custom myself and it will be Swiss made in America."
There was something Alfarinn wanted as well but that was easy enough to get. It was an interesting request and Cris wondered if his friend asked for the mysterious item just to give him and Rowan a thing to wonder about the entire trip. They wouldn't be thinking about it very often but he imagined they would discuss it a few times over dinner and coffee and such, forming theories on the various possible reasons for the request.
"So you both are thinking about a wedding in Vermont, right?" He gave Alex a questioning glance. "Would that be a mountain top wedding? I suppose you could have your vows said while skiing down the side of it...but you would have to yell them at each other. May I suggest mountain top hot tub wedding instead?" He was joking of course. Cris suspected that Eiryk and Alex would want something at least semi formal, certainly more formal than mostly naked people in a hot tub. "It would save of tux rentals and picking out colours...unless you wanted matching swim suits but I think all natural would be the way to go." Rowan would certainly be all for it and would probably ask why they hadn't thought of the idea themselves.
Cris glanced over at Rowan and saw his face tense up and his brow furrow. He immediately looked at his husband's aura, worried that something was wrong. Had Eiryk given him bad news on his wedding day? For that to happen it would have to be dire indeed. The only thing that could possibly warrant that kind of disclosure would be something critically wrong with Alex. Cris held the man in his arms closer at the thought that something might be wrong as if that could protect him. Alex seemed to be doing well today but he did not understand modern medicine even a fraction as well as Rowan and he knew that symptoms flucuated all the time.
Those thoughts ran around in his mind briefly but one look at Rowan's colours explained to him that while there might be something amiss, enough to cause Rowan to use his empathy, there was nothing critical. His lover's colours displayed concern, curiosity and then a little panic, and resignation before it became understanding. Cris could put the clues together and see that Rowan had used his ability to check on Eiryk.
[Everything okay, Love?] He sent to Rowan and then glanced at his husband's dancing partner. [Eiryk okay?]
Turning back to Alex, he asked. "Would you like us to bring you guys back something from Switzerland? I think Aishe wants my return luggage to be full of chocolate but I think I can spare some room or ship her haul home to her directly." He smiled and wondered how big a shipment of chocolate he could send. Did they make refrigerator box sized assortments?
"We have a lot of hikers and good hiking gear but I think you are in a position to get any that I come across and probably at a better discount. We do make nice multi-tools perhaps you've heard of them?" Cris was rather proud of those little knives. They were practical, useful and functional like so many things made by the Swiss. "And clocks but I can make you something custom myself and it will be Swiss made in America."
There was something Alfarinn wanted as well but that was easy enough to get. It was an interesting request and Cris wondered if his friend asked for the mysterious item just to give him and Rowan a thing to wonder about the entire trip. They wouldn't be thinking about it very often but he imagined they would discuss it a few times over dinner and coffee and such, forming theories on the various possible reasons for the request.
Rowan Murphy
11 years ago
When Eiryk commented that Rowan didn't meet 'him' very often Rowan laughed. "Once was enough," he said. "Any more and I'd have been scarred for life, I'm sure."
It was a friendship that had lasted a very long time, and Rowan was glad for it. Between Henri and Eiryk, Rowan had never really been alone. They hadn't lived together or anything like that but it was nice to know, when he'd been young and afraid of losing his memory again, that someone out there somewhere knew who you were and cared that you weren't wandering around lost with amnesia somewhere.
As they danced, Eiryk's next words surprised Rowan. "Why Eiryk, are you having second thoughts? You can't have him, he's mine."
But Rowan had to wonder why Eiryk would even joke about that. He knew Eiryk loved Alex deeply. So to seek greater understanding he opened up his mind a little and soaked in Eiryk's emotions, hiding the little bit of tension he felt when trails of fire seared their way down his spine.
He understood then. Eiryk wasn't having second thoughts, but Eiryk was very much afraid. Now that he'd found Alex, it could be a very short time before he was taken away. Rowan knew about that one concern of Eiryk's from the couple of conversations they'd had on the topic and this cancer that Alex was fighting probably wasn't very reassuring. In that regard, Rowan supposed he was the lucky one. Barring any unforeseen circumstances (which, really could actually rise with Cris's job) they actually did have an eternity to look forward to, which was something Eiryk didn't have even when Alex was over this hump.
Rowan squeezed Eiryk close, making sure he didn't trip. "Stop worrying," he said. "Things will work out. Let it go for one night and just enjoy being together."
He gave Eiryk his most reassuring smile. He was a doctor, damn it. And to be honest, Alex was holding up fabulously well. There were a few minor setbacks with the medications every now and then but he was a strong guy with a very healthy body and he was proving to be incredibly resilient. As far as setting himself up for success, Alex couldn't have planned better.
Cris's voice popped into his head, familiar and welcome. Of course, he would have noticed the tiny changes around Rowan. Rowan knew his dislike and partial fear of his own ability was easy for Cris to read, and given his usual mental state it was generally a dead giveaway when he was using empathy.
[Everything's fine, love,] he sent back. [Eiryk is worried about Alex, and I think our Happily Ever After has reminded him that he may not get one. He's scared. But he'll be all right.]
Tonight was not a night for fear and sadness so Rowan grinned at Eiryk, stepped back, and took over the lead of the dance, spinning the Viking around dramatically with a little flourish of his arm and keeping an eye out around them to make sure Eiryk couldn't maim or mutilate anyone or anything in the process. After that he spun Eiryk around the other way. "Bet you didn't know you could do that without an axe in your hands."
He'd seen Eiryk fight; he was deadly. Put him on the dance floor... and, well, he was still deadly.
((ooc: Permission for empathy))
It was a friendship that had lasted a very long time, and Rowan was glad for it. Between Henri and Eiryk, Rowan had never really been alone. They hadn't lived together or anything like that but it was nice to know, when he'd been young and afraid of losing his memory again, that someone out there somewhere knew who you were and cared that you weren't wandering around lost with amnesia somewhere.
As they danced, Eiryk's next words surprised Rowan. "Why Eiryk, are you having second thoughts? You can't have him, he's mine."
But Rowan had to wonder why Eiryk would even joke about that. He knew Eiryk loved Alex deeply. So to seek greater understanding he opened up his mind a little and soaked in Eiryk's emotions, hiding the little bit of tension he felt when trails of fire seared their way down his spine.
He understood then. Eiryk wasn't having second thoughts, but Eiryk was very much afraid. Now that he'd found Alex, it could be a very short time before he was taken away. Rowan knew about that one concern of Eiryk's from the couple of conversations they'd had on the topic and this cancer that Alex was fighting probably wasn't very reassuring. In that regard, Rowan supposed he was the lucky one. Barring any unforeseen circumstances (which, really could actually rise with Cris's job) they actually did have an eternity to look forward to, which was something Eiryk didn't have even when Alex was over this hump.
Rowan squeezed Eiryk close, making sure he didn't trip. "Stop worrying," he said. "Things will work out. Let it go for one night and just enjoy being together."
He gave Eiryk his most reassuring smile. He was a doctor, damn it. And to be honest, Alex was holding up fabulously well. There were a few minor setbacks with the medications every now and then but he was a strong guy with a very healthy body and he was proving to be incredibly resilient. As far as setting himself up for success, Alex couldn't have planned better.
Cris's voice popped into his head, familiar and welcome. Of course, he would have noticed the tiny changes around Rowan. Rowan knew his dislike and partial fear of his own ability was easy for Cris to read, and given his usual mental state it was generally a dead giveaway when he was using empathy.
[Everything's fine, love,] he sent back. [Eiryk is worried about Alex, and I think our Happily Ever After has reminded him that he may not get one. He's scared. But he'll be all right.]
Tonight was not a night for fear and sadness so Rowan grinned at Eiryk, stepped back, and took over the lead of the dance, spinning the Viking around dramatically with a little flourish of his arm and keeping an eye out around them to make sure Eiryk couldn't maim or mutilate anyone or anything in the process. After that he spun Eiryk around the other way. "Bet you didn't know you could do that without an axe in your hands."
He'd seen Eiryk fight; he was deadly. Put him on the dance floor... and, well, he was still deadly.
((ooc: Permission for empathy))
Alex Aristos
11 years ago
Alex glanced back at their vacated table when Cris mentioned the cake. "You know, actually, I really hope it was Henri. Otherwise I just ate someone else's cake. And I wouldn't have dreamed of turning it down. If I'm going to have a good food day, I can hardly think of anything yummier to fill up on."
Of course, three pieces of cake was going to be his limit; he didn't want to regret his indulgence later. Maybe though, he would see if he could sneak a piece home to share with Eiryk before bed. That would be nice.
He had to laugh at Cris's joking. He was usually a quiet, serious person but when he was relaxed he was a little more playful, like this. It was clear that Cris was incredibly happy tonight, and Alex liked that. He tried to appear to give serious thought to the hot tub wedding, a little smile on his lips.
"You know, you might be onto something with the hot tub. There is one at the chateau but I don't know about fitting the whole wedding party into it. That could get awkward."
He looked at Eiryk, dancing with Rowan, and smiled. "Besides, how could I dream of robbing Eiryk of a chance to wear a tux? He's going to sparkle and shine and look ridiculously handsome and he's going to know it... which is kind of adorable."
Alex couldn't help it; he loved everything about Eiryk. Even when he was preening himself in front of a mirror Alex had to laugh. There was nothing about him he'd change. Well, maybe a little more gracefulness... but only because Eiryk was usually pretty annoyed with himself when he broke something. Alex liked that trait, too.
When Cris asked if they wanted anything from Switzerland and then made some suggestions (even shooting down the clock idea before Alex could answer, which also made him laugh), Alex just shook his head. "Honestly?"
He tilted his head at Cris. "I want you guys to go enjoy yourselves and have fun. And not worry about anything happening here. That's what I wish for you and what I really want most of all. I guess, if you bring anything back for me, I'd like to see your pictures again. The Caribbean ones were fantastic and they got me thinking about doing some traveling. So, whet my appetite for Europe and that will be plenty."
Cris and Rowan had taken some incredible pictures on their cruise. Alex had loved all of them. Honeymoon pictures would raise his spirits and keep him going when he was feeling low, maybe give him the extra push he needed to make it through his surgery and the (hopefully final) round of medication. When he was better again he and Eiryk would get married themselves and go on their own vacation and Alex wanted to have an idea where he wanted to go and what he wanted to see, if Europe was where they ended up.
((ooc: Kem would like to interject: Please oh please do not send a refrigerator-sized box of chocolate back. All she's going to do is roll around in it like a kid in a ball pit and make a mess.
Aishe would like to say: No, more like Scrooge McDuck in his money vault, actually.))
Of course, three pieces of cake was going to be his limit; he didn't want to regret his indulgence later. Maybe though, he would see if he could sneak a piece home to share with Eiryk before bed. That would be nice.
He had to laugh at Cris's joking. He was usually a quiet, serious person but when he was relaxed he was a little more playful, like this. It was clear that Cris was incredibly happy tonight, and Alex liked that. He tried to appear to give serious thought to the hot tub wedding, a little smile on his lips.
"You know, you might be onto something with the hot tub. There is one at the chateau but I don't know about fitting the whole wedding party into it. That could get awkward."
He looked at Eiryk, dancing with Rowan, and smiled. "Besides, how could I dream of robbing Eiryk of a chance to wear a tux? He's going to sparkle and shine and look ridiculously handsome and he's going to know it... which is kind of adorable."
Alex couldn't help it; he loved everything about Eiryk. Even when he was preening himself in front of a mirror Alex had to laugh. There was nothing about him he'd change. Well, maybe a little more gracefulness... but only because Eiryk was usually pretty annoyed with himself when he broke something. Alex liked that trait, too.
When Cris asked if they wanted anything from Switzerland and then made some suggestions (even shooting down the clock idea before Alex could answer, which also made him laugh), Alex just shook his head. "Honestly?"
He tilted his head at Cris. "I want you guys to go enjoy yourselves and have fun. And not worry about anything happening here. That's what I wish for you and what I really want most of all. I guess, if you bring anything back for me, I'd like to see your pictures again. The Caribbean ones were fantastic and they got me thinking about doing some traveling. So, whet my appetite for Europe and that will be plenty."
Cris and Rowan had taken some incredible pictures on their cruise. Alex had loved all of them. Honeymoon pictures would raise his spirits and keep him going when he was feeling low, maybe give him the extra push he needed to make it through his surgery and the (hopefully final) round of medication. When he was better again he and Eiryk would get married themselves and go on their own vacation and Alex wanted to have an idea where he wanted to go and what he wanted to see, if Europe was where they ended up.
((ooc: Kem would like to interject: Please oh please do not send a refrigerator-sized box of chocolate back. All she's going to do is roll around in it like a kid in a ball pit and make a mess.
Aishe would like to say: No, more like Scrooge McDuck in his money vault, actually.))
Eiryk
11 years ago
"I've only scarred you once or twice, and you regenerated nicely. Besides, I said I was sorry."
Eiryk feigned annoyance, it didn't really work for him, but he did try. Although there was some truth to those words, had they both been human Rue would have some very visible reminders of their friendship. Thank god for sturdy blood drinking pirates.
He hadn't even thought about his teasing. There was nothing too it, at least that is what Eiryk told himself and what he was more than prepared to tell Rowan. It had just been a flip bit of flattery, complimenting his friend's new husband. That was it. Although, as much as he liked and respected Cris, he probably wouldn't have made the same joke to the make.
Leave it to Rue to figure out what was really bothering him. Eiryk hadn't even sorted out that was part of why he'd said that. He was trying so hard to keep most of his worries from everyone, especially Alex. For Alex he was nothing but optimistic and confidant, supportive and sympathetic. No he didn't let people know how scared he was.
He gave a sheepish grin, rather embarrassed to have been so easy found out.
"If I stopped worrying, I'd stop loving him. But maybe I could take one night off, there is a doctor in the house after all."
Almost unconsciously Eiryk let Rowan take over the lead. Having to concentrate on following helped him quickly, if temporarily, shelve his worries. For right now he'd just concentrate on being happy for Rue and Cris. He didn't want distract from the happy mood.
And then he started spinning. There was no way he could think while spinning. If once wasn't enough Rue went again. Eiryk tried his best -not- to think about what he was doing, if he thought about it he'd over compensate, he'd take Rue down with them. Laughing as he found himself back in an easy hold, still dancing with Rue rather than on the floor or worse, in Henri's cake, Eiryk relaxed a bit.
"You're either brave or crazy, usually that move leaves some one paralyzed."
Or cut mostly in half, it depended on a lot of things.
"Is that really how you want to spend your wedding night?"
Eiryk feigned annoyance, it didn't really work for him, but he did try. Although there was some truth to those words, had they both been human Rue would have some very visible reminders of their friendship. Thank god for sturdy blood drinking pirates.
He hadn't even thought about his teasing. There was nothing too it, at least that is what Eiryk told himself and what he was more than prepared to tell Rowan. It had just been a flip bit of flattery, complimenting his friend's new husband. That was it. Although, as much as he liked and respected Cris, he probably wouldn't have made the same joke to the make.
Leave it to Rue to figure out what was really bothering him. Eiryk hadn't even sorted out that was part of why he'd said that. He was trying so hard to keep most of his worries from everyone, especially Alex. For Alex he was nothing but optimistic and confidant, supportive and sympathetic. No he didn't let people know how scared he was.
He gave a sheepish grin, rather embarrassed to have been so easy found out.
"If I stopped worrying, I'd stop loving him. But maybe I could take one night off, there is a doctor in the house after all."
Almost unconsciously Eiryk let Rowan take over the lead. Having to concentrate on following helped him quickly, if temporarily, shelve his worries. For right now he'd just concentrate on being happy for Rue and Cris. He didn't want distract from the happy mood.
And then he started spinning. There was no way he could think while spinning. If once wasn't enough Rue went again. Eiryk tried his best -not- to think about what he was doing, if he thought about it he'd over compensate, he'd take Rue down with them. Laughing as he found himself back in an easy hold, still dancing with Rue rather than on the floor or worse, in Henri's cake, Eiryk relaxed a bit.
"You're either brave or crazy, usually that move leaves some one paralyzed."
Or cut mostly in half, it depended on a lot of things.
"Is that really how you want to spend your wedding night?"