RP:Some Things Were Never Lost

Summary: Tiber asks Lanara to elope as early as tomorrow, and she agrees! The couple quickly makes plans and vows to get married in secret, so that Corrine cannot try to interfere with their relationship again. After choosing two witnesses and an officiant, the couple parts for the day, so that they can run some errands and prepare for their big day! They plan to announce that they’re married and have a big party with all of their friends, once all the drama amongst the Pack dies down, hopefully in the near future.

Part of the New Moon, New Motion Arc

The Lowell Estate

(Post 1 of 2) Lanara has been back home for three days now, and there is a peacefulness in her expression, as she sits on the edge of the bed. She admires the newly decorated and freshly painted master bedroom and smiles to herself, as she never would have pegged Tiber for a man with flair when it comes to furnishing a home. She’s touched by the gesture, and her eyes land on the top of the dresser, where the chocolate diamond engagement ring rests. She hasn’t put it back on yet, because she’s unsure if Tiber still wants to marry her after all that had happened. Lana is more than ready to put that ring on and walk down the aisle, but she will not push it on her twin flame. The three days had been pleasant and sweet, but with a hint of awkwardness as they both tiptoe around each other's feelings. They cuddle each night and things feel mostly the same as they were before Corrine’s meddling, but they haven’t kissed. Would it be the same? Does the Catalian still desire the Kelvarian? Asha is content to be back at Luca’s side, but she’s been a tad moodier since the fiasco. The clock ticks by and Lana hopes that things are going well for Tiber, as he’s supposed to return home soon from a meeting with the Amber Lunation. They discussed what to say and what to keep silent on regarding the events of the past week, because they don’t want Corrine knowing too much, as she’s likely to plot another evil attack.

(Post 2 of 2) Lanara kills some time by having a salad for lunch and doing some yoga, and then she takes a luxurious bubble bath and sips a glass of wine. Tiber still isn’t back by the time she’s finished, so she decides to get dressed and head over to the house, to see what’s going on. Lana studies all of the garments in the spacious closet, and she finds herself growing irritated, because she’s not sure what Corrine had worn before settling on that slinky scarlet gown. “This will do…” She pulls a dress from a hanger that still has tags on it, along with a box containing platform pumps that have never been worn. Lana had originally purchased this in hopes of wearing it for the first day of their honeymoon, as she loves to impress her man, but perhaps this is what’s needed to bring back some intimacy. The expensive satin dress is a moss green color with a pretty designs of golden swirls, and it shows off her long legs and cling to her figure like the color white on a grain of rice. A swooping back and a plunging neckline accentuate Lana’s curves, and showcase her Goddess-sculpted physique. The beige peep toe heels add two inches to her height, and she finds a simple gold chain and thin bracelets to complete the look. She leaves her long hair as it is, free and straight, and she adds a hint of makeup to give her that natural glow. At the last minute she remembers that the dress has a matching clutch and she returns to the closet, accidentally kicking a box open in her haste, and she sharply inhales as her wedding dress and tumbles out. Lana kneels and begins to put everything back into the box, but she pauses with the beautiful dress in her hands, and she feels tears prick her eyes. Maybe this is a sign she should bring it back to Enchantment and get a partial refund? Lana purses her lips and looks through the rest of the accessories in the box, as a few rogue tears make their way down her cheeks.

(1 of 2) During the meeting, Tiber makes it clear that Lanara is still Luna of the pack. Whatever had happened had been a rough patch regarding the couple’s relationship and they were working on it. Greyson stands in the background with a knowing gaze due to the conversation the Alpha and the Beta had prior to the meeting. The rest of the group looks unsure on what to really believe, but they know they need to trust in their Alpha rather than the hottest gossip. “Yay! I’m so glad Lana is back! Who else will build a puzzle with me?” Tybalt exclaims. Bjorn also chimes in. “I’m glad it’s a ‘rough-patch’ because Lanara is hot. And if you can’t fix it, I will.” Tiber frowns at that comment, but knows that that is Bjorn’s way of saying “get-it-together”. Little does Bjorn know that Lanara and Tiber are back together, but was it complete? The ring still sat on the dresser…

(2 of 2) On the way home, Tiberius cannot help but think about the ring that sits on the dresser. Lanara still had not touched it. The marriage was off, but… did she still want to be married? Or did he have to earn that trust back. Thoughts stew internally, and he decides that maybe… he will wait until they are stable again, right? They were not too unstable, but then again, he was scared to kiss her. Would she be okay if he did? The man knew he had been treading lightly, as Corrine was still lingering in the background of what she tried to destroy. The Catalian was being careful. The man walks up the steps and enters the home. He decides to head up the stairs to change into something less suited up. He decides on a white button-up and brown slacks today like his old Cenrilian-self. He decided he wanted to be serious for the rest of the pack-mates. To look like he had it together. When he crosses the threshold of the bedroom, however, he notices the Kelvarian on her knees in a tight, mossy dress holding a dress and placing back accessories. Was she… crying? “Lana, what’s wrong?” There was a fear. Was she regretting her choices of staying with him?

(Post 1 of 2) Lanara sighs as Asha alerts her that Luca is home and she tries her best to wipe the tears from her face. She doesn’t want Tiber to see her like this, especially since they are treading on thin ice, and because she doesn’t want to tip the scale. Things are stable, solid, and stressless, right? Sure, neither of them had discussed their future in depth after that terrible night, they were happy to just be in each other's presence. Will he ever touch her again? Is he supposed to propose again? Lana honestly has never been in this situation before, because anytime she ends a relationship, she never looks back or gives a second chance. But, it’s not like Tiber broke her trust, since he thought he was kissing his actual fiance! It’s complicated.

(Post 2 of 2) Lana shrinks back a little in the closet when Tiber addresses her and asks what’s wrong, her first instinct is to hide the truth, but instead she softly replies, “I’m just… I was worried when a lot of time went by and you didn’t get home yet. So, I figured I would get dressed and join you and the Pack, but then I, uh, knocked over this box.” There’s a long pause, before she holds up an ivory high heel decorated with rhinestones and lace, obviously a wedding shoe. “I’m putting it all away, though! I’ll try to get most of your money back.” She tries to reassure him and haphazardly tosses everything into its rightful place, “It all fits the autumn theme and since that night… I just don’t want it collecting dust.” Her heart had been set on an autumnal wedding ever since she was a little girl, and it breaks her heart that her dream has been ripped from them. “I’m sorry. I’m just emotional. I just really wanted…” That tiny voice breaks and Lana blinks back tears and continues to pack the box. “How did the meeting go?”

Tiber does not mean to startle the woman, and he looks puzzled as if hiding a secret. She holds the ivory shoe in her hand and he blinks almost blank. Did she still want to get married? Her pauses might say… yes? The man is calculating in his head as she speaks. ‘How did the meeting go?’ He simply just stares her way and ignores the question. Her eyes look misty and in deep ‘what-ifs’. Chocolate eyes swirl in sadness and wonder. Should he try to ask…? Did she want to marry him? Or was she still weary about the ‘cheating’ that was not really cheating at all? She stayed, right? “Marry me.” He blurts out spontaneously with a blank face. Way to ask there, Tiber. “I mean--” he cuts himself from his deep trance of her. “You don’t have to, obviously. I know things got corrupted and the wedding is… ruined, but it doesn’t mean the stuff has to go to waste, and marriage doesn’t have to be ruined. I mean, unless… you don’t want to marry -me- per say. I just--” he is word-vomiting here at this point. Should he have asked her even if they have not kissed? This was a slippery slope.

Lanara wonders if Tiber has caught on to the fact that she hasn’t left the house since they repaired things and she came back home. She’s terrified that if she goes to either of her work places, or even out for lunch with Penelope, that Corrine will sneak into their home, whip up another glamour potion, and take Tiberius away. She was very successful last time, and who knows what will happen the second Lanara lets her guard down? All of these thoughts tangle in her mind as she closes the box of wedding items, mixing with her fears of rejection and abandonment, and she is so caught off guard by Tiber’s two word statement that she wonders if she’s heard correctly. “Marry you?” That deer in the headlights look is on her fair face and she stares at Tiber’s face for a long moment, as though waiting for him to retract his statement. Instead, he nervously carries on, and she can sense that his thick as steel nerves are a bit frayed at this point. “Yes.” There isn’t a doubt in her mind about his innocence, since they discussed things, and her heart has always belonged to the Catalian, even when they were off and on and at their worst. “I -do- want to marry you, Ty… I don’t care if it’s a big fancy wedding or just the two of us. I just… Are you sure?” Lana dries her eyes and fixes the smeared mascara, before going to sit at the edge of the bed, “Should we wait until everything is sorted with Corrine? I don’t want you to still question if I am ‘her’ or she is ‘me’ and to have doubts…”

Tiber stops instantly when she says ‘yes’. He reflects her deer in the headlights expression. They both felt the same still. A flood washes through him. When she goes to sit at the edge of the bed and explains her feelings, he stands there with that same expression. The worry. The wonder. The doubt. They did not need to mend a thing with anyone because they had each other, in his mind. Impulsively, the man strides to the dresser and snags the golden ring on the stand. Amber eyes stare at the chocolate diamond before he looks steadier at Lanara from afar. The Catalian walks to kneel in front of the Kelvarian. He takes his time as he stares at her face. There was his place where he could be. And breathe. In her eyes. “I didn’t know the life I was missing before you came in. I want to marry -you-. You know me, I could have done this in Cenril in a courthouse.” He inhales as he thinks on mending things with Corrine. “She doesn’t matter, and waiting to ‘mend’ something with her is only going to bring her more attention. So let’s get married. Run. You and me. All we need is two witnesses and an officiant. We can get married tonight if we want. Tomorrow. Next week. Or we can wait. Have the fancy wedding that was your first dream. Wait to play the guessing game of who is who. But… if we are married and Corrine doesn’t find out until you have my last name,” he grins. “We win all-and-all.” He holds the ring out to her as if to slip it on her finger.

Lanara smiles, a genuine heartfilled grin that reaches her tapered ears, as she stares into those hypnotic amber eyes and offers her left hand. She hears all of Tiber’s words and most of her fears are washed away like granules of sand that are tugged into the ocean's hungry depths at high tide. Tiber is her lighthouse, safely bringing her closer to port, and once she docked back home he’s gone to such lengths to make her feel comfortable. He still wants her, wants -them-, and he has this natural way of making everything better, with only a few words and those sunset eyes. “We need a safe word! That way, if Corrine tries her little glamour stunt again, you can ask her the word and if she fails? Then you know it’s her, and not me! It has to be difficult for her to figure out, but easy enough where you and I won’t forget…” She shakes her head, nipping her lower lip, as her expression shifts from nervous to giddy. This moment isn’t about Corrine Venger, it is about Tibara! “We’re getting married! Tomorrow!” Lana squeals and waits for Tiber to slip the ring back into its rightful place on her finger, “Let’s elope. You. Me. We can swear Greyson and Taly to secrecy and have them meet us at a private location! Who should officiate? Queen Lunalesca would be willing, unless you know someone? Or even someone from the Courthouse in Cenril that’s licensed to marry others!” They can keep this hidden from Pack, from the realm, until they are ready to share their good news! “This way we are married in Autumn and no one can ruin a wedding that’s already happened! But we won’t say a word until we have evidence and can bring Corrine down, because I don’t want her to hurt you or the Pack.” Lana’s smile hasn’t left her face, and she excitedly pulls Tiber by the hand so he can stand up, only to find the witch in his arms and hugging him tight. “I love you.”

Tiber snorts at the thought of a safeword, but he nods. “I guess colors are out the door if it has to be not easy.” He thinks before the thought is interrupted by her expressing her giddy look. Marriage. Tomorrow. Lanara wanted to marry him tomorrow. She squeals and his heart thumps a little faster. He glides the ring on her finger. “Queen Lunalesca is closer besides… isn’t she very fond of you? As Lanara stands up and wraps her arms around him, he lifts her a little in embrace before lowering her and automatically finding her lips. It had been a long eight days of not kissing his, again, fiance. He breathes into her, yearns for her, but he knows that they now have stuff to plan. “I love you too.” He grins. “I’ll tell Greyson, he’s pretty good at keeping his trap shut. We still get the Autumn wedding you dreamed of,” he smirks. “Tomorrow you will be a… Lowell.” Lanara Lowell. Tiber’s heart is still palpitating with anticipation. “Does that mean I have to take the guest bedroom tonight?”

Lanara smirks and shakes her head, “I’m not sure that dumb bitch knows all her colors, but best to pick something difficult, just in case.” She thinks about the safe word for a bit, “How about ‘Elope’ since that’s what we’re doing, or will have done, in case she interferes again? She will -never- guess we would secretly get married and not invite the Pack, plus with all the pre-planning I put her through? I think it’s ‘safe’ to assume her mind wouldn’t even consider such a term.” The Queen of Enchantment will be overjoyed to officiate their wedding, she’s sure, and even on such short notice. “I will send word to Lunalesca first thing in the morning, along with a location, and time.” The fairy had dropped everything in the past for the witch, and vice versa, so nailing down an officiate is easy and taken care of! Lana is about to continue babbling about securing a location when her fiance presses his lips to hers and she sinks into the embrace, one hand clutching his bicep, while the other cups his cheek and she deepens the kiss. It has been so long, two weeks, since their last contact, and Lanara doesn’t want to pause their embrace. Desire floods her mind and she moans softly against his lips, as it’s been far too long since she tasted his kiss. The back of her knees hit the edge of the mattress and both hands shift to tug on Tiber’s shirt, but then she recalls what he went through and the fact that he may not desire to do just that yet, so she sighs and leans back. “Sorry. I’m fine taking things slow for you, I know after that whirlwind that you need time.” Lanara Lowell sounds -perfect- and she smiles and nods, “Tiberius and Lanara Lowell. It has a nice ring to it!” She quirks a brow, “Where -are- we getting married?”

Tiber is not sure what Corrine would do if she heard that word ‘elope’, but it would have to do. When Lanara goes back to pull Tiber near the bed, he stares as if he was looking at a reflection of his greedy-self. Lanara was wanting him now, but he grins because he likes the tease and to make her wait. “Well, just know we will have quite the wedding night tomorrow,” he grins wickedly. He steps back to keep his distance because sitting on the bed with her would end in a different evening. “Tiberius and Lanara Lowell.” Odd. Her taking his last name. There was a possessive edge to it. A claim that she was… his. “Where?” He scratches his head. “Do you think Shinnan’s Glade would allow… eloping? It’s that overgrown feel you want and it’s perfect for autumn. Or we can just get married somewhere in the forest. I mean, it’s up to you.”

Lanara growls softly as Tiber steps back, because both the woman and the witch side of her were aching for more than a kiss. Is he seriously rejecting her -after- she already waited two weeks for a mere kiss?! The undeniable lust in her dark gaze seems to intensify, rather than dwindle, as he keeps his distance. She takes a predatory step nearer, that fancy dress clinging to her now heated flesh, as she bites her lower lip and seductively looks Tiber from head to toe, her gaze lingering in certain intimate areas. The male will feel like an object as she assesses him and be able to feel the heat emanating from her figure. “I want on you like white on rice, Lowell.” Her tone is husky, but thankfully, the man is able to direct her attention elsewhere. Their lust can wait until their wedding night, she supposes, and grumpily at that! Lana sits back on the mattress and crosses her legs, “I still really want Shinnan’s Glade! It’s so pretty and perfect this time of year! Hey! Do you think Greyson can get that homeless guy to draw for us again? He could maybe capture us as we share our vows?”

Tiber grins widely at the witch’s response. The man steps back as she steps forward and eventually he leans against a wall. “I can swindle them to get the place reserved then. And I can send word to Greyson tonight to meet me at the tavern for a brief drink to get him to send word. Plus, I have to let him know the plan anyway for tomorrow.” He shrugs. “But if I’m gonna do that, I best do that now. Maybe send word to Taly? And then tomorrow we'll see each other?” Was this it? Was he going to leave her for the evening?

Lanara nods, an excitable nervousness in her expression as they continue to discuss the wedding, “I don’t think either of us should stay here tonight. That way -It- doesn’t interfere with anything and that way you don’t see me before the wedding!” She’s still yearning for the man’s touch and she isn’t too fond of the idea of spending the night apart, but she’s exchanging a single night for the promise of forever. Lana’s silently worried about being left at the altar again and she hopes that Tiber will think it’s sexual tension, rather than her doubts creeping up on her again. What if he doesn’t show!? Asha sighs, exasperatedly, “Luca will be there, so shut up and go get that mosquito queen to affiliate!” Lana mutters, “It’s -officiate- not affiliate.” She’s actually correcting her wolf, aloud, and she smiles sheepishly at her fiance, “Okay. I’m going to head to Enchantment and chat with Queen Lunalesca, grab a pretty bouquet, and then I have to stop at the sanctuary quick.” She hasn’t abandoned her dream of coming down the aisle on horseback! “I will order some pastries and champagne from the local bakery and have it dropped off at the Glade before the wedding.” Lana rises to ready herself an overnight bag, “I will probably stay at The Green Fairy, so steer clear of that area, Groom.”

Tiber puckers his lips in contemplation about not staying at the house. Should he stay at the tavern? Because clearly he is not staying with the Lunation due to suspicion. The tavern, if anyone caught him, would be an easy cover-up. He sighs and nods--he notices her silence, but he does not read into it. She finally speaks again as he is coming up with plans in his head. Luca is cackling at what he is hearing and Tiber is assuming the joke. “Hey, I thought it was affiliate before I studied up on this whole marriage thing.” He smiles and then he pushes himself off the wall. “I think instead of Kelay… since you’re going to Enchantment, I’ll go to Cenril. The Whaler’s seems like the place to be -and- I’m less likely to wander into Bjorn or something. Cenril also has a better inn than the tavern here. I’ll take a carriage to the venue tomorrow to swindle them a little. I’ll pack an overnight bag and suit.” He grins. “I’ll make sure I’m early enough to get back to Sage in a breeze. Plus, Greyson and I can have a time at the bar and… well, feel the luxury of Cenril’s inn.” He smirks. The man then slowly approaches his… future wife. He leans down, his lips are dangerously close before they inch to her ear instead. “I can’t wait for tomorrow, my future Mrs. Lowell,” he was sly, seductive. He would then briefly kiss her tenderly, and escape before she could maul him before moving to get to packing! Tomorrow was going to be a busy day.