RP:Normal Vacation--Almost

Synopsis: In Rynvale, Tiberius books a beach house on the shores of Rynvale. There is a few of them that wealthy people trade off, and he gladly rents one out for his wife since they have had such a dud of a vacation. The couple have a relaxing, normal time, until Tiber runs into old ties. The brief meeting is odd, but the couple continue to enjoy their stay.

Part of the New Moon, New Motion Arc

Rynvale: Some Beach House

Tiber :: The ride off into the sunset on Wild and Willful had been exhilarating, and a positive way to rekick-off their vacation. The two horses were located in a better place where they were able to run wild just as they were. No abuse. The couple had done well, and felt better about their honeymoon that they did a better deed. They were no longer trapped in a house where the women were owned by men, and men were insanely laborious and strict on values. Despite the bust of the ranch, Tiber had something else rolled up his sleeve for that same evening. A few pulls of strings, and one of the beachside villas was in his clutch. There was a row of beach houses. Mostly people owned them and loaned them out for extra income, and Tiberius, luckily, booked one in advance. The two make their way with their luggage as they called a carriage before moving to the next beach location. It was mostly a surprise for Lanara, but in order to pull those early strings, she would have to know the surprise. Tiber does not tell her until they are standing right outside the line of villas. Eventually they would meet with a tall, blonde woman who held a pair of keys. “Enjoy the view, Mr. and Mrs. Lowell,” the blonde woman would walk off. Tiberius would then dangle the keys in front of his beloved. “I don’t think you’ll be disappointed by this one. Just you. And me. A beach house,” and the villa was extravagant looking on the outside. Clean, sanded wood. Large windows on the bottom floor -and- top floor which would make the perfect view. The water would only be only yards away. A second-story patio, umbrellas to block the sun. Soft sand.

Tiber :: Once the two make their way up the steps to the villa, the man slips the key through, twists the knob and then drops the luggage. “Since I think I’m obligated to carry you through -every- threshold.” The man scoops the woman with a large grin and hauls the woman inside. Inside, the decor is clean with sea-side decor. The furniture was a sea-blue, and the kitchen was white and classy. Up the stairs would be where the master bedroom was where that would only await, but for now, this home would do for the night and a half. “The true Rynvale, baby.”

Lanara holds tightly to Tiber’s hand as the carriage whisks them to the opposite side of the coast, where the homes are substantially different from the old farmhouse they had spent that hellish day. The witch peeks through the window of their ride, big brown eyes widening in surprise, because she wasn’t entirely sure where they were headed after finding a new home for Wild and Willful. She smiles as she thinks about the rebellious nature of herself and her handsome husband, and gives his hand a squeeze, “Thank you for springing those horses with me, I’m really happy that they found a good home.” It means the world to the animal empath, and erases some of the awfulness that they experienced at the super strict household. As their carriage comes to a stop and the couple makes their way to a beachside villa, Lana looks around and wonders if there’s a catch. Surely, they couldn’t book a room here at the last minute!? Tiberius comes through using another of his connections and coin, and she laughs heartily, “I should know better than to ever doubt you!” The blonde hands Tiber the keys and as he’s opening the door, she glances back at the ocean. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore, the scent of salt in the air, and the gentle breeze on a warm evening are all she needs to feel as though she’s on the porch outside of Heaven’s gates. “This is divine.” Her eyes half close as she contentedly gets lost in the moment, only to find that she’s scooped into Tiber’s arms and carried over the threshold, “Every threshold for the rest of our lives? I can do that! I’ll have to be careful not to gain any weight!” She laughs and leans closer to press a quick kiss to his lips, though her attention is stolen by the seaside decor that completes the villa. It’s truly a beachy destination and she excitedly claps, “This is -perfect- and I’m so glad we are here!” Tiberius Lowell has outdone himself, and she gives him that special grin that’s solely reserved for him, “Take me on a tour?”

Tiber lowers his wife before finding her lips. “You’ll always be perfect,” eyes then dance around the area to take in some of the clean, beachy decorations. “Hm,” he grins. “Gladly, Mrs. Lowell.” The man lifts her hand and places another kiss on the top before turning to grab their luggage to haul through the door as well. He closes the front before grasping her hand again to lead her around the villa. It’s small, but it is also two stories. There is a quaint little living room with blue furniture. A lounging couch and a single chair. Coffee table with a decorated bowl of seashells. There was also a large white kitchen with a small dining table for two. Large windows frame the kitchen, so they would be able to eat while looking out at the sea. Then, stairs would lead up to the second floor where the master bedroom and a tiny guest bedroom relies. The master bedroom is clearly where the couple will be. The bed matches the interior of the downstairs, but the windows are breathtaking as it leads out to an upper patio to look at the other villas that rest side by side. Really, there are a total of three villas on this part of the shore. The one Tiber and Lanara reside in, a small personal one farther away with primrose that leads up to the villa–as if someone lives there, and another extravagant one on the other side of Lanara and Tiber’s rented one–closer to the rented one they have. Tiber leads his wife through the house, and in that very master’s bedroom, the bed is covered in petals that look like flowers from their wedding. “So, I had Ginea do something. She already had the flowers from our wedding, as we were supposed to come here in the morning, but we needed it a little bit in advance. I figured it’s late, so maybe… we take the night to rest as you pricked your little fingers all day.” Would they really -just- rest? “And then in the morning… We can spend the day on the beach. Get a little sun soaking? Just a little relaxation from such a taxing vacation?"

Lanara smiles as Tiber states she’ll always be perfect, and she eagerly follows at his side during their tour, admiring the nautical theme of the villa. The seashell centerpiece on the kitchen table is adorable, as well as the cozy guest bedroom. However, it’s the master bedroom that draws her attention, as the autumnal themed flowers sprinkled across the bed look familiar. They had gotten married over a month ago, yet the petals appear fresh and have been sprinkled carefully in a romantic gesture. Clearly, Tiberius has -big- plans for their night, and Lana’s mind easily shares the same sentiment, but the view out their window is breathtaking and she pauses that mid-gutter thought. “Wow… This is stunning.” Tiber is confirming that the petals atop the mattress are from their wedding and she smiles, catching his reflection in the glass, “It’s perfect.” Her voice is soft as she replies, her expression a tad shy, as she turns around and wraps her arms around Tiber to hold him close. “Thank you… I could spend our entire honeymoon here and not complain about a single thing. It’s perfect. I am happy with resting or… Tiring ourselves out a little more.” Lana laughs breathlessly and tosses her hair over her shoulder and nips her lower lip, ever the flirt around her husband, “Unless -you- need a rest? I know you were hauling hay and watering cattle in the hot sun all day…” Another thought strikes her, “Should we close the blinds? We don’t want to tempt our neighbors to come knocking at our door.” A day on the beach, working on her tan and playing in the sand is -exactly- what she has in mind for tomorrow, and she nods eagerly, “I’m cool with whatever, as long as it’s with you. And as long as I don’t have to sew anything.”

Tiber (1 of 2):: Tiberius grins back in that very window. “I’m so glad it beats better than that smelly farm.” When she wraps her arms around, he slips his arms around her waist and holds the small of her back. He smiles charmingly at her gratitude, but what really makes him give off that dopey smile is the talk of tiring themselves out a little more. Her teeth graze her lower lip, and he is all ready to scoop her up from under her thighs. “What you don’t want to give them a show?” He taunts before hauling her across to close the curtains. He keeps her sturdy and he let’s her close the blinds in order to not mortify her. “Cool with whatever, huh? Just cool?” The man would then press her up against those very curtains against the pane and press his lips passionately against her own. Lips would nip at her neck. “There’s nothing going to be cool about tonight.” Because tonight? Well, thank gosh those blinds were closed. The two would spend the evening wrapped up in the sheets. Those flowers flew as they finally were able to celebrate their non-dramatic evening of being married.

Tiber (2 of 2):: The next morning, Tiberius makes sure to get up early to place breakfast on the table downstairs. A bowl of fresh cut fruit, sausage, eggs, and a morning salad. He did the whole nine-yards. Coffee and mimosa fixings rest on the table as well. The aroma would waft through the house, hopefully waking the little witch up. The man is already stationed in his ordinary morning routine. Coffee in one hand, newspaper in the other. The table was set, but he had not touched anything he made. Once Lanara would creep down the stairs, the man would look up from his paper. “Hi, baby,” he says sweetly. “How’d you sleep?” Did they even? Tiberius was already set in swim trunks. A hugging navy blue fit. He wears a simple loose tunic over the shorts. “I figured we can maybe get our swim on and tan on today after we eat. Also, I looked out for any nosy neighbors, and so far, we are in the clear. I don’t think they heard us last night.” He grinned wickedly.

Lanara wakes up when the scent of coffee makes its way up the staircase and into the master bedroom, causing the witch to smile and stretch, her body clothed in nothing more than a few rose petals. Last night had been amazing and she’s content to lay here all day, but eventually her stomach rumbles as her inner wolf reacts to the smell of sausage. Moments later, she pads barefoot down the stairs, clad in a leopard print bikini that leaves little to the imagination. She hopes to impress her husband and they are on a private beach, so why not show off her flawless figure? Her long hair flows freely and she runs her fingers through it, stuck with shyness once she sees that Tiber had been up for quite some time and that he had prepared them a massive breakfast. So much for strutting her stuff in that bikini, she thinks, as she’s swept up with emotion. Seeing this side of her lycan always makes her melt, and she smiles at him, the rosiness in her cheeks an obvious indicator that she’s touched by the gesture. “Sleep? What’s that?” She chuckles, “I think I got an hour or two? But, I’m all rested for today’s adventures!” She walks over to push his hand with the paper to the side, so that she can step closer and give him a long, slow, good morning kiss, “Thank you for breakfast…” Her fingers trail idly across his sculpted shoulders in a teasing way, before she takes a seat and scoops some fruit onto her plate and reaches for the coffee. “I’m starving!” She hasn’t eaten since the day before yesterday, and so she eats a healthy portion of all that is served, “I would love to go swimming and soak up the sun!” She sips her coffee and motions to the paper, “Anything interesting?”

Tiber quirked a brow at the bikini–not in a negative way–in a pleased way. He almost wanted to drool there for a moment. There was other ways to play with breakfast, right? They -could-, but eggs were not romantic. Once the paper is pushed, he lowers it and kisses her back tenderly. “Of course,” he folds the paper before placing it to the side to give her his undivided attention. He serves himself up as well. “We can talk about that later. I don’t want to bore you with the news. We’re on our honeymoon, Mrs. Lowell,” he white lies smoothly, as he does not want his wife to worry her pretty little head. The missing person’s page, however: a sketch of Skitch’s face. No big deal, right? He stuffs a mouthful of eggs in his mouth to finish off his last bite. “You can sleep on the beach. I’ll make sure you don’t get a burn.” He grins. “Let me know when you’re ready to head out, and we’ll go soak up the sun.”

Lanara has a mimosa, as well, because it’s their honeymoon and she loves herself a good drink. She sips it and stares at Tiber across the table, very much liking him in his beach attire, but not nearly as much as she prefers him without any garments on. Their thoughts are in sync as they mate with their eyes, but they behave for the moment, as they finish up their breakfast. “Nothing happening? Hm. I think if anything huge were to happen that Greyson would reach out, right?” Their Beta is doing a wonderful job at holding down the fort of the Amber Lunation, until they return from their honeymoon, and if something were amiss they’d be notified. “I’m not sleeping on the beach, Baby. I want to commit everything to memory and not miss a split second of our honeymoon.” They finish eating and drinking and Lanara insists on doing the dishes, before they grab some towels and make their way to the beach. Taking Tiber’s hand she trails kisses along his knuckles, “Do you want to sit close to the water or further away?” She looks up at him, her brown eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses, because the sun is blaring down on them. Thankfully, it’s warm, but not humid, so they have perfect weather!

Tiberius was sure Greyson would send word or track the couple down, as he was given the itinerary from both the Alpha and Luna. “Oh, well, I was planning to,” he smirked in tease before he rises up to grab the towels and he also brings stuff down for drinks on the beach. He links a hand with her own and swings her arm dramatically. The things he would only do for her. “Close.” He missed the sea. “I don’t get enough of this.” He leans down for a brief kiss before they roll the towels out. The man also wears his own plain black shades and he throws off his tunic shirt, so he could get some color on his chest. Once the towels and drinks are set down, Tiberius takes the initiative to attempt to swoop Lanara by the waist. If he succeeds, she is going down into the sea with him.

Lanara squeals, because she also loves being close to the water, as if she doesn’t get enough of the elements with her magic. They choose a perfect spot and lay out their towels and belongings, and the witch is about to tilt the beach umbrella so that her face doesn’t burn, when she feels Tiber’s arm coil around her waist and lift her into his arms. “Don’t you dare! We have to check to see how cold the water is, before we jump in, because other-” Her words are cut off as Tiber literally jumps into the ocean and she’s forced into the sea, as well! It’s cold, and that first shock of iciness hits Lana’s flesh and she screams. “That’s co-cold!” Hands lift to splash her husband, and although she wants to be mad, she cannot stay angry at him for long. She swims further out to sea, enough that she has to swim, and she pushes back so that she can float atop the water. Gentle waves rustle her around a little bit, but she doesn’t mind, as she lies comfortably in the sea. After a few moments, the chill fades, and her body adjusts to the cooler temperature. Lana reaches out to snag Tiber’s hand, “It is the perfect day for this, isn’t it?” A thought strikes her, “We should come back when everyone is asleep…You think?” She winks and leans in for a kiss, but if Tiber should fall prey to her attempt at seduction, he will find that payback is a Witch! Lana will attempt to dunk his head under the water, before she swims away, giggling.

Tiber is all for taking the plunge! The man knows he would regret it himself, but the man is also not the one to dip his toes in first before taking the leap. Unless it was marriage. He dipped and then he leapt, and he fell -hard-. The man is full of bliss and laughter as Lanara is whining about the coldness of the water. “Babe, live a lit–” and then she is splashing him. “And she’s rude, ladies and gentlemen!” But no one seems to be around. He spits out the salty water she throws at him. He deserves it big time. “What? I like you better soa–” he stops himself in his tease at another splash of water. Tiber lifts his hand up in a peace-offering before dragging her over to him. The Catalian goes where they are able to at least not be swallowed by waves. “I think this is -exactly- what we needed. I love you.” His wife. They were married and it felt so connected. So raw and real. Tiberius felt himself when he was with her. “What are you daring me to skinny dip with you?” Tiberius grinned before leaning into that payback. Tiber leans and automatically she is forcing her hand down on his head and his nostrils flood with water. He lifts, “You are -dead-,” he laughs before he swims after her. Once he hopefully catches her, “You owe me something, yes?” His lips pucker dramatically in that smoochy fashion. Either he would take the kiss, or take a splash, honestly, but after he would swim away from her back onto the shore before squeezing the water out of his swim shorts. He then strides up to his beach towel before laying down, placing, not his, but Lanara’s fancy sunglasses onto his face.

Lanara hadn’t expected Tiber to swim after her and demand what he’s owed, but she happily delivers a kiss that will have him thinking of far more than skinny dipping in the ocean. It starts to get pretty heated, as her hands are roaming and her lips are ruthless against his own, but that nagging voice in her head reminds her that there are other people in the villa’s and they may have an audience. She doesn’t -truly- care if they’re being watched, but since she had already been arrested on this honeymoon for shoplifting, she doesn’t wish to add public indecency to the rap sheet! Lana breaks from the embrace, whispers “I love you” and then splashes Tiber once more for good measure. She laughs and shakes her head as he makes his way onto the beach and squeezes water from his shorts, but it’s when he puts her leopard print sunglasses on that she gives chase. “Aw, hell no! Those match my bathing suit, Ty! Babe! I gotta accessorize, you know this!” The ex-swimsuit model exits the sea and shakes any remaining moisture from her long hair, the beads of water clinging to her body and glistening in the sun. Lanara walks over to where Tiber is lounging on the towel and basking in the sun, and she plucks her shades from his face, before setting them over her own eyes. “Keep it up, Mr. Lowell. I may just have to bury you in this sand.” She’s jesting, clearly still in her playful mood. “I hope one of those villa’s has kids… We can kick down their sand castle and build a better one.” It’s not surprising that the witch would be savage against youngsters, and now she’s encouraging her husband to join her in bullying others on the beach. “We’ll make sure we keep this place to ourselves.” Lanara grins wickedly, before gently elbowing Tiber, “We needed this!”

Tiber was all about taking that bikini right off of the witch, but he knew he should be on his best behavior. Maybe later. He prances around with her sunglasses before she catches him and he gladly gives them back. “What about -me-? I look -fab- in these? Isn’t that the word?” The man laughs before he is rested on the beach towel. He basks in the sun, an arm draped over his face to keep extra light out after he puts his original sunglasses on. “We did need this. I hope there is no kids allowed on this beach…” Lycan ears, however, hear something distant from behind. He peeks, moves his arm, and his chin tilts up before he twists his head to look at, not their condo, but the other fancy one next door. The condo next door had a patio on the lower level rather than the second-story–although fancy. A very familiar man–salt and pepper hair, one of wealth is standing their on the patio looking out at Lanara and Tiberius. Without clothes. Another blonde comes onto the patio… without clothes. Once Tiber looks at them, Franz gives the big wave from the patio. “I thought that was you! Tiberius Lowell! You didn’t need to stop earlier on our count!” The bare man raises a glass towards Tiberius and the witch. The wealthy people look confident in their free ways. “Oh Gods, Lana, don’t look,” but who knows if Lanara is tracing Tiber’s gaze already. The ritzy people are now pulling on robes to cover themselves before waltzing across the beach. Perfect timing. The morning Tiber is reading about Skitch being missing… Franz shows up with his “beloved” wife. “What brings you, Tiber, to a place like this? Obviously you’ve been working quite hard for a man who hasn’t come to see me recently.” Franz tips his glass back and Sylvi catches up who is looking over her sunglasses towards the Kelvarian and the ring on Lanara’s finger. “Pretty diamond.”

Lanara yawns, as though she’s a little tired from their romp in the ocean, but being that she only had a few hours of sleep and they are laying beneath the warm sun, it’s only natural that she’s about to take a nap on the beach towel. Instead, her sensitive ears pick up on voices and Lana is turning in the same direction as Tiber, but rather than disgust at their bare bodies, she’s furious that they are anywhere near her husband. Sylvi been at that murder mystery dinner and they overheard her speaking to another about how Tiber was their target! The witch doesn’t forgive and forget, but she knows that she should play this cool, at least for now. After all, they don’t exactly have weapons, not that she would need any as she uses her magic in most cases. Lana inches a little closer to Tiberius and the look in her gaze is murderous as Franz says they didn’t need to stop making out in the ocean, as though he were hoping to see her in the nude! Thankfully, her shades cover the dirty looks, but she manages to feign the smallest of smiles when Sylvi compliments her ring, “Thanks. What can I say? Tiber has good taste!” Franz looks as though he’s ready to remove his robe at any given moment and join them on the sand, and Lana nervously tucks her hair behind her ears and remains silent. She’ll let her husband take the lead on this one, but suddenly the atmosphere feels a little stifling.

Tiberius finds something strange about this interaction. The talk of how the newlyweds should not stop fooling around made him seethe a little. Tiber sits up staring that distance at the wealthy man. When Lanara inches her way towards him, Tiberius slips a protective hand around the witch’s waist. He feigns a smile towards his… wavering boss. “Some side shindigs. I recently moved, haven’t you heard? Lanara and I’ve married and do not live in Cenril anymore, but you know the game, Franz. You get up and move, and have to take everything with you. Start fresh.” He makes sure to not say where he resides with the witch. When Sylvi compliments Lanara’s ring, Tiber grasps the witch tighter. Franz pulls his lips in a ‘uhuh’ fashion. “Well, if you’re ever looking to come back, open arms are open to you, Tiber. Funny, though. How long you’ve been saving, that is. You needed a vacation and a nice wedding? You should’ve asked.” Franz sips on his drink before eyeing over Tiberius who is trying not to let his anger show. Tiber cannot answer that and remains stoic now. Franz then adds. “Well, did you look at the local papers? Skitch seems to be missing,” Sylvi does not take her eyes off Lanara at that moment. “Pity. He had a lot of earnings with that dirty trade. Man deserved it, right? I just wonder what happened to that coin." Sylvi cuts in at that moment, "Blood money. Easy around those Cenril parts, hm.” Sylvi finally breaks away from Lanara before falling on her husband. Franz cuts back in, “Well, I hope you enjoy your stay. We’re leaving today. We won’t bother you anymore. I’ll send a complimentary bottle your way in cheers.”

Lanara appreciates that Tiber’s arm is protectively around her waist, as her heart is hammering inside of her chest throughout this interaction, especially when the missing man is mentioned. Sylvi’s eyes are glued to her face, as though she’s hoping Lana’s expressions will reveal something, but the witch simply shrugs, “Skitch? Missing? He’s probably lying low or something, don’t you know? Only the good die young. I’m sure that creep is fine.” She acts as though this news doesn’t shake her even the slightest, and it seems as though Sylvi buys her words, but Franz skewers the bikini-clad witch with his gaze. “I bet you made a beautiful bride… Pity we weren’t invited, I would have loved a dance.” Lana feels dirty at this moment as her cheeks flood with color, from both embarrassment and anger, but she fans her cheeks and hopes that they will think she’s warm from basking beneath the sun. Sylvi cannot break her gaze from the chocolate diamond on her finger, and Franz is giving Tiber digs about how he was able to afford a big move, a wedding, and a fancy honeymoon. Thankfully, the couple leaves after a few more awkward pauses and comments, and Lana exhales a breath that she didn’t realize she had been holding. “That made me really uncomfortable…” She feels bad that her husband also is going to such lengths to impress her, “You don’t have to spend so much coin on me, Babe… I don’t want you to get in trouble, or -have- to go back and work for him.”

Tiber let’s Lanara speak for the two. As he is confident Lanara will hold her own, but the comment Franz gives about a dance at the wedding, rubs Tiber the wrong way. His neck is turning red. It could also hopefully be mistaken for too much sun. Although eyes were like daggers, he plasters a smile on his face. A very faux smile. “Sorry, it was a kept low secret. Too much talk could have led to something bad.” All he mentioned. Really, Tiber would have socked Franz if he was at their wedding. Especially for a comment like that or a move–especially after being so creepy towards them. “Thanks,” Tiber does not say any ‘take care’ or any sweet talk. He just watches the couple go and glance over their shoulders at Tiberius and Lanara. Once the couple is gone. “I think we should go inside. Until they leave. I’m sorry, Lana, for that mood killer,” Tiberius rubs his hand against the woman’s back. “Babe, I don’t need them. We’ll be okay, baby, I promise.” Tiber then moves a knuckle to her chin in a comforting manner. “Let’s just enjoy the rest of our day. I’ll make us some lunch.” Tiberius would then roll up their towels before moving into the house where they can forget about the awkward quarrel that just happened.