RP:Voodoo Vengeance

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Summary: Tiber heads home after a hellish day of hunting only to find that Lanara holds a grudge over an offhand comment he made. The witch creates a night of household horrors to get her point across, and the lycan explains why he's been impatient and eager to better himself. They both apologize and look forward to hosting a housewarming party!


Part of the New Moon, New Motion Arc


(Post 1 of 3) After leaving Tiber behind in Fog Forest, the witch had walked to the docks, feeling numb, after seeing the ‘other’ side of her betrothed. It had been several long months since he had shown that colorful side of his personality, and she felt betrayed as their relationship had weathered several catastrophic storms, and they were inseparable. Best friends, guild pals, roommates, partners in crime, lovers, wolf mates, heck, even their souls were believed to be tethered by the Deities! Lanara felt naive that she believed the man was capable of change, and she wondered if it had all been a ruse to lock the witch beneath his thumb for all time. Perhaps he has dropped the ‘act’ now that he had his prize, and she was meant to endure the verbal abuse until the end of their days? Didn’t he understand that he made her his ‘equal’ when promoting her to the role of Luna? Why was he so disrespectful?! The numbness faded to sorrow, and the brunette journeyed back to Cenril on her own, the forceful winds drying her tears. Lana didn’t even want to go on that stupid hunt, in a deadly zone, for a woman that she could scarcely consider a friend anymore! Why was Tiber so intent on impressing Meri and protecting the Pack!? Every member is new to this life and hasn't put any pressure on their Alpha, so it’s not like he’s in a rush to become the big bad wolf overnight! Departing the ship, the witch fiddled with her hair and took in her appearance, remembering the disgusted look on Tiber’s face and how he had made her feel so insignificant. It’s at this precise moment that the sadness shifted to anger, and she hurriedly made her way home, determination in her step and wicked thoughts on her mind. It was time to give Tiberius Lowell a lesson in respect and what would happen if he crossed the path of an upset witch.


(Post 2 of 3) Lanara assumes that Tiber will arrive home in a few hours, just around dinnertime, and so she works on hatching the plan she had made on her trek back to Sage Forest. She’s still angry beyond reason, but there is also a giddiness in her expression, as she enters their home and heads into the kitchen. The stack of expensive invitations that had been purchased for their upcoming housewarming party are plucked from the counter, and she runs her finger along the elegant parchment, before she does the unthinkable. A pair of scissors appear in her hand and she slices each invitation clean in half, much like the brokenness she feels in her heart. Salem looks up at her curiously, and Lana shrugs, “Why have a party or wedding with close friends and family? He will probably embarrass me or not show up…” Next, Lana moves on to preparing dinner, and once it’s complete, she cannot help but cackle. Everyone will be eating something different tonight, as Aspen and Salem will be treated to some grilled salmon, Ranger and Lanara will be dining on roasted chicken, along with fresh salad and steamed vegetables. Tiber is expected to eat a plate of overburnt mystery meat coupled with wasabi smothered asparagus and an uncooked potato doused with so much pepper that Lana has a sneezing fit while preparing the meal. His questionable dinner looks like something that had been fed to the homeless and then spit back up, but it’s not nearly as awful as dessert! The witch will be eating a slice of triple chocolate cheesecake with some whipped cream, whereas Tiber is to be served lime jello with some gravy from his mystery meat dinner on top, along with a sprinkling of Ranger’s kibble to resemble sprinkles. Everything is placed on an enchanted warming or cooling tray, before she works on casting some spells about the house to irk the lycan. She snickers, “Just wait until he tries to unlock the doors or windows! They won’t open until the ninth attempt! And I can’t wait to see his face when he goes to sit down or drink some water!” The mischievous witch claps her hands in excitement and then heads upstairs to make a voodoo doll of Tiber, determined to draw the evening out and give him a taste of his own medicine.


(Post 3 of 3) Lanara takes a long, luxurious bubble bath, feeling that she deserves to pamper herself after the hellish day. She’s hurt and angry, which is never a good combination, but she’s also hopeful that Tiber will begin to understand how he made her feel. To top off her vengeful plot, she throws her all into making herself look simply irresistible, so that he can look at her all he wants, but he cannot touch. She placed a spell on each of the guest bedroom locks to ensure that they cannot be broken until sunrise, and the sofa in the living room has a few pillows and a blanket, meaning that the man is meant to take the couch. If he apologizes she will likely cave and invite him into their room, but for now, she’s delighted to look the part of a breathtaking Goddess and defiantly arouse the male from afar. Chestnut hair falls in big loose curls, adding volume and framing her fair face, and she wears just enough makeup to accentuate her fine features, but not enough to look as though she’s desperately trying to impress. A matching crimson lace bra and underwear are slid over her curves, and she admires the lingerie that she had been saving for their honeymoon, but she can always purchase something different at another time. She steps into a pair of high heels and drapes a white silk robe over her frame, tying it around her slender waist, and she places a slit in the side to offer a tantalizing view of her toned leg. Lana is a vision as she studies herself in the mirror, her robe offering a hint here and there of what lies beneath, but covering enough to irritate her fiance. Smirking, Lana waits upstairs with her hand on the railing, watching the doorknob jiggle as Ranger barks loudly and announces Tiber’s arrival. Although she’s upset with him, her dark eyes light up once he enters their home and she drinks in his disheveled appearance, feeling Asha stir upon Luca’s return. Even after hunting the man is devilishly handsome, and so she clears her throat and points towards the kitchen, “I’m going to finish preparing dinner… Why don’t you clean yourself up and then join me?”


Tiber (1 of 2):: Once Lanara decided to depart from their hunt, the man appeared confused. What had he said? She was ‘dramatic’? -Sometimes-? Okay, maybe he was a little cocky about being there for her and that she would not have died with him around. It did sound rather arrogant, but he was damp, dirty, and ready to get the damned salamander for Meri. Okay, maybe he smirked at her appearance in the fog and the face she gave back was… a mistake. But he did not smirk because she was ‘ugly’. How could Lanara Banks be ‘ugly’? Ugly was not in his vocabulary. Not for her. He smirked because she looked about as bad as he did, and it was not common for her to look disheveled. It was comedic. He knew he put her through a trip, but that was what hunting was about, right? Getting down and dirty! Tiber obviously appeared miffed as she left him behind on the island and took the first ship back to Cenril. Tiber also could have sworn that Lanara may have purposefully made the ship crew take her across early back to Cenril to make him wait longer for the next route. Tiberius Lowell, in his delusional man-mind, was determined that Lanara Banks would get over the ‘drama’ on the way back home and they would forget about their little quarrel in the fog.


Tiber (2 of 2):: After sailing the seas back to Cenril, the trek from there had been a breeze. He kept the salamander safe in the small bag tied to his cargo pants for safe-keeping. In the time he walked, his mind began to wander, and the more it wandered, the more he fell down the rabbit hole. Was Lanara okay? Was he -actually- going to get a free pass? His tone was not too harsh, right? Luca was mostly the one doing the anxious talking in the background, hyping the Catalian up. “You were too… -you-, Tiber. This isn’t good. It isn’t. You should apologize. You called her -dramatic-, Tiber. She’s going to kill you.” That was when Tiberius came to the realization… Lanara was no longer fully elven, for the curse pulsed through her veins. Lanara was a Luna… In conclusion, Tiberius was doomed. “No, she’s going to be fine,” Tiber would respond easily. “This happens. She knows we were both on edge. Lanara -knows-.” Though, the sinking feeling in his gut would tell him otherwise, and when he would approach the front door, a hand would attempt to turn the locked knob. From beyond the threshold of the house, Tiber was jiggling the knob before he would knock on the door. “Lanara!” He would look up at the windows of the house. The faint lighting protruding from the windows. She was home. Wiggle. Knock. Wiggle. A few more attempts to turn this damned door before he would possibly hurl his body into it. Then… wiggle. The door opens and he stumbles in. The man is in disarray: mud stained pants, a dirty face, curls tousled in odd ways. Once he comes into the clearing, he spots his beloved near the railing draped in white silk and tantalizing, lacy undergarment. The Catalian sputters as his eyes soak every inch of her in and his mouth parts. “I, uh,” and in the back of his mind, he is mentally thinking… ‘told you so’. Though, there was a pang of guilt that the woman would go out of her way to make him dinner and spoil him. “Hi, baby,” Tiber is easy at first before he points back at the door. “I think our lock is sticky? But… uh,” he wants to be grabby as he begins to ogle over her with his jaw open. He is about to approach her until she directs him to get cleaned up. “Err… right, uh, you look,” okay, slobber some more, Tiber. Clearly, to his dumb mind, she is over it, and he then parts to get himself cleaned up from the hunt. He drops his gear off in his office before heading to the bathroom to bathe. He takes his time, for his skin was laced in grime and when he gets out, he moves to pull on a simple pair of brown cotton pants and a white t-shirt before heading back to the kitchen to find her. Slowly, he would approach her, and actually attempt to reach out arms towards her. “Need help?” Look who was being overly sweet.


Lanara is -far- from alright, but she’s hoping to level the playing field, and so she smiles sweetly as her dumbfounded fiance struggles to compliment her provocative attire. She -knows- she looks irresistible, and having earned a bit of drool on Tiber’s chin, she accomplishes her first mission of Operation Vengeance with ease. As he climbs up the staircase, she descends, lingering a little at his side so that he can catch the scent of her perfume and perhaps ogle her a little more closely. The rose quartz necklace he had gifted her before the shift dangles just above her cleavage, daring him to surrender on the staircase, but before he can touch her silken skin, she’s breezing away and into the kitchen. The meal is already made, so she busies herself with setting the table, lighting some candles to set the atmosphere, and she pours herself a healthy glass of red wine. Lana pauses before pouring Tiber’s as another wicked thought enters her mind, and so she lifts a finger to her lips to hush Aspen, this will be their secret! The cub has been prone to constipation from time to time and so the witch had to shell out some serious coin to find extra strength prune juice, to aid in his bathroom time. “Loose bowels for Lowell, coming right up!” Her fiance’s wine glass is filled to the hilt, and she places a wedge of lime on the rim of the glass to make it appear like she made him one of her signature cocktails. A few moments later, Tiber enters the kitchen and extends his arms for a hug, but instead, Lana lifts Aspen and presses the cubs between their forms. “Yes! Would you mind putting Aspen in his chair and readying his bib? You are going to -love- this new recipe I made, just for you! And I tried a new drink recipe, but it’s a tad strong for me, so I hope you like it.” Again, she offers that sugary grin, before she proceeds to feed all of the pets their gourmet plates of food. As she walks around the kitchen, doling out various delicious dishes, she speaks pointedly in the Catalian’s direction, “It’s important that we repeatedly treat the ones we adore well, so that they never doubt our love. Life is too short to doubt one's intentions, is it not?” With a clang, Lana slams down a plate in front of Tiber, making the mystery meat jiggle, before she presses a kiss to his temple, “It’s good to always treat others the way you wish to be treated, right?” She then moves to the opposite side of the table and begins to eat her chicken, pausing only to check on the pets, and see how they are enjoying their meals. Aspen offers Tiber a bite of his fish, but Lana shakes her head, and so he eats it instead of sharing it with the male. Ranger wags his tail and licks the bowl clean, looking expectantly up at the witch, “Mm… It’s so sweet to feel appreciated! I’m glad you are enjoying your dinner, Rangey!” Still think you’re off the hook, Tiber?! Her big brown eyes skewer the man in place as her hand lowers and she snags her voodoo doll from beneath her garter, “Enjoying it, Tiberius?”


Tiber frowns as Aspen is being shoved into him and he looks over the bear’s shoulder as he cannot keep his eyes off of the witch. “I can help with something else… maybe relieve a little--” before she cuts him off about the new drink recipe and food menu. There is a small frustration as he cannot get out what he wants to say due to the woman’s cooking, but he knows he will have the opportunity later on. The blonde turns to place the bear in his chair before wrapping the bib around him. Tiber gives the bear a ruffle before moving to sit in his usual spot at the dining table. As she lowers the plates to the tables, his eyes catch a glimpse of her chest. The rose quartz dangles with ease against mocha, soft skin. The chain was teasing, and he had to blink whatever man-boggling thoughts that he had because right now? He can be shoving all the plates, glass, and silverware off the table just to get to her and do -so- many things. The man sips on his supposedly wine. The wine tastes sweet, but of course has a bitter edge. After today, he needed a drink, though he was not getting the one he thought of. As the Kelvarian makes her speech about treating the ones we adore with love, whatever halo Tiber saw above her head was now… an image of horns. And the kiss that is planted against his temple sends a shiver down his back. The plate is in front of him and the guilt that is wrapped around the pit of his stomach pulls downward. “I -told you-, Tiber,” Luca is whimpering and timid which causes the Catalian to fall silent as he stares at whatever monstrosity is on his plate. The meat looked like something he had never seen and looked burnt. Amber eyes stare at the mystery meat for a long time and he pokes his dinner with a fork. Maybe he should just have alcohol for dinner…? Then again, she is going off on appreciation. He can feel the intense atmosphere across the table now. Tiberius Lowell was not off the hook. With a brave face, the man digs his fork in before lifting it to his nostrils to give the meat a whiff and waits for a moment to toss it over his shoulder as Lanara looks down at Ranger. Tiber pretends to chew before he swallows in an act, and as Lanara stares into the man, Tiber remains straight-faced out of… fear? It was most-likely fear. “It’s perfect, hunny,” the glaze from his words is slow. Cautious. Timid. Tiber was nervous. There might have been a bead of sweat that lingered on the Catalian’s forehead. Tiber was in for one hell of a night.


Lanara spies that bead of sweat and she narrows her gaze, wondering if perhaps the prune juice is reacting much faster than she had anticipated. Nope, he’s sweating bullets because he’s beginning to see that he upset his mate for life! “Excellent!” Moving on, she continues eating her meal, waving her fork in the air between bites, “That meat is actually from the forehead of a horse! Can you believe it?! I know you are all into being a mountain man now, and I thought you would appreciate tasting another innocently slaughtered beast.” This time her smile isn’t sugary sweet. It’s downright predatory. Asha growls softly, feeling the ire of the witch, and fuels her own hunger. “And the cocktail? Make sure you eat and drink every bite, I went through all this trouble, after all…” Lana shifts her sights from Tiber to Ranger, who has retrieved the hunk of meat that Tiber had tossed over his shoulder and onto the floor. The pup is gagging and looks frightened, as though the meat may bite him back! “What’s this…?” Her tone is testy and she’s giving him that accusatory glare, as she picks up the horsemeat and hurls it back onto Tiber’s plate, “So... You just tossed it onto the floor like a child? I bet if Meri made you dinner you would eat it all! Would you throw -me- so carelessly to the dirt once you’re done with this relationship?” There is an underlying sadness in her words and she can feel the tears beginning to form as she replays the day over in her mind. No. Tiberius Lowell will -not- turn the tables! Annoyed that her plan could possibly be foiled, the witch rises from the table so abruptly that her chair nearly tips over. “I need some time alone. You can clean up this mess.” Her words are practically a hiss as she saunters from the room, knocking over the stack of sliced up party invitations. Lanara pretends to be walking up the staircase, but at the last second she turns and hides behind one of the couches in the living room. The pin and doll are brought into view and she waits for Tiber to begin clearing away the dishes before she starts haphazardly stabbing the arms and hands. This will be entertaining!


Tiber (1 of 2):: Tiber at least dodged a bullet with the whole horsemeat scenario, but that does not make it -not- a surprise. When Lanara confessed what the meat was, Tiber widened his gaze before dropping his gaze again onto the plate in a blank, internal horror! “Climbing mountains really works up an appetite,” his voice is straight with a tight smile in a very mild retort. Seams were unthreading, but he did not want to shake Lanara anymore. Clearly he was on thin ice. When Ranger rats the man out, however, Tiber places the ‘cocktail’ to his lips and his eyes turn to the side and when the tone of voice changes from Lanara, the man keeps that drink onto his lips. Bad idea. The drink was almost gone before he slams the glass back down on the table due to the accusations of Meri. Tiber’s mind goes in circles as he is having a hard time connecting Lanara’s -insane- dots. “Are you in--” oh, do not say ‘insane’, Tiber. He holds his tongue. “What are you even talking about?! What do you mean ‘done’ with this relationship? Lanara!” The man is exasperated as the woman gets up and leaves. Space? What? “You really screwed up this time.” Luca is panting at this point and Tiber cannot move as Lanara stands in her intimidating, fuming stance. Amber eyes watch the woman walk away before he motions to get up. Once she is away from the clearing, a hand runs over his face before a hard kick strikes up onto his rear end to make him stumble out of the chair. “What the hell?” Dark eyes stare at the quake of the chair before he sharply moves to pick up some of the dishes, however, there is a sharp stab in the middle of his palm where he throws a dish and it shatters on the ground with the shredded invitations. The man looks down at all the elegant invitations scattered in pieces and he massages out his hand idly as he keeps his gaze lowered. His heart beats off-pace as he stares at the torn paper. Did she think he was into Meri? “No, it’s the woman talking in her. She’s mad at how you treated her hunting, idiot! You were supposed to make her feel better, but instead you were selfish. Like you always are!” Was Luca truly the good conscience in this pairship? “Now the wedding is off. Clearly!” Luca howls and it makes Tiber lift a hand to the side of his head near his ear at the pulsing of Luca’s cries. Why was Luca the sensitive one of the two?


Tiber (2 of 2):: With the sick twisting of Tiber’s stomach, the man pulls his face away from the torn paper back to the dishes. He at least clears the table to the sink, but once the water is turned, the water shoots straight into the man’s face. The water douses the man’s face and hair before he panically turns the water off again. He turns the water on again the second time, and it stops, but several more stabs reach his palms. Each time, he drops a dish, or the sponge he uses. Was this a nerve in his palms reacting due to anxiety? Was this a new reaction he never knew of? Was he losing Lanara? His throat felt heavy as he stood over the sink. The man shakes his head before drying and reaching for the cupboards. Repeatedly, the cupboards shut as he opens them, and the man finally realizes… this is punishment. “Are you joking? Really, Lana?!” he calls from the kitchen. The man fights with the cupboards that are relentless to close each time he opens them. “Fine! I’ll put them away in the morning! Only Salem is going to have a dish throwing party and we’ll wake up to sharp glass and possible Salem fur and bloo--” and then the cupboards stop and he is able to put the dishes away. After the dishes are clean, the man leans against the counter with his palms, but the stabbing repeats over and over. To his palms, to his arms. “Lana, I’m sorry, I--” he could not finish his words. The poking over and over was getting to his head. The glass on the floor begins to shake as the floor rumbles and he begins to shake. “Lanara!! I get it! I’m sorry!” but through the quakes, he still had to clean up the glass from prior and then, the invitations. “Crap.” He breathes out before dumping the glass and invitations in the trash. After he is done, and the kitchen is clean, he moves out. “Lana, please, can we just talk? Please?” He does not know where Lanara is, for her scent is all over the house, so he yells in hopes she could hear him. Of course she could, she had the sense to. “Please, Lanara, we need to talk -now-!” He hollers. Not in anger, but more of regret and pain.


(Post 1 of 2) Lanara is quietly cackling from behind the couch, pausing between jabbing the doll to stifle her laughter, because it’s rather comical seeing her mate jump around the kitchen and throw things in every direction. By this time, the three animals have fled the room and ran up to their nursery, the only room that Lana didn’t enchant. Tiber is toying with the cabinets, growing agitated, and it’s obvious that he’s -finally- getting the hint. He had hurt Lanara during the hunt, and she isn’t going to stand for such behavior! The shredded parchment of their invitations is a harsh reminder that his actions have consequences, and it hurt the witch to slice them in half, nearly as much as his words had stung her tapered ears back in Fog Forest. The apologies are hurled into the air, as he doesn’t know where she’s disappeared to, but he just happens to enter near her hiding spot. Without warning, the witch pops up from behind the couch, proudly wielding the voodoo doll in one hand and the pin in the other. It’s possible that her sudden leaping out frightens the male, even more so than the temperamental furniture or angry cabinets! Slowly, Lana crosses back into the kitchen, her angry gaze trained on her fiance as though rooting him to the spot. After she disappears, she’s heard rifling around in one of the drawers, before she returns and places a thick piece of tape over the mouth of Voodoo Lowell. The male will find that he’s unable to speak, unless he’s able to snatch the doll from her grasp and tear the tape from its mouth. “Listen.” The command is spoken rather softly, as she motions where it’s safe for him to sit, and she perches on the opposite sofa. “You overstepped today and I had to go to all these lengths to make sure it doesn’t happen again. This isn’t even a taste of what I’m capable of, Tiber. I can do much more than put spells on household items and pull elaborate pranks.” Clearing her throat, she continues, “In the past you were awful to me, and it took you a long time to learn how to treat a woman that you love. You were too independent and I was too dependent, we both had a lot to learn to make things work. Fast forward a few years and we are doing fantastic… We changed as individuals and we evolved as a couple. We are engaged to be married, living together, planning for our future… But today? I was burned helping you hunt and scared out of my mind by a cobra in a place where I could scarcely see a foot in front of me! And you?! You showed me the ‘old’ Tiber and you made me feel ugly and insignificant. In one minute you had wounded me physically and emotionally, and to you it may have seemed small, but I’m used to people hurting me and not keeping promises. I don’t care if you treat everyone in this entire realm like they are dirt, you can kill and be rude, I honestly like you with an edge… But me? Tiber. I live -for- you and -because- of you! You can’t treat me like I’m nothing. I should always be the exception to that rule, the one you show you care, otherwise, what the frack are we doing together?”


(Post 2 of 2) The fight goes out of Lana as tears spring to her eyes and she shakes her head, “I love you, Tiber… And, I don’t expect you to walk around on eggshells all the time, but I don’t want that side of you coming back and tearing everything we’ve built apart. You chose me as your everything, your future wife, your wolf mate, and you made me Luna of the Pack… That means a lot to me, and I’m trying hard to be your equal, but I do have fears and I’m not an expert on everything wolf, like you. I will face down many things, but snakes are a weakness, as is hand to hand combat.” She pauses, looking around the room, muttering in Sylvan beneath her breath, and since Tiber is educated in many languages he will decipher that Lana is undoing the spell she earlier wove. “You called me ‘dramatic’ so I thought I would really show you how dramatic I can be, to prove a point. To see if I really matter or if you are realizing that I’m not what you want…” The others had gotten used to her being their trophy, and she had been discarded. Is Tiber doing the same? “You can talk now…” The tape is gently pulled from the fabric doll, which she offers to the man, unable to meet his gaze. The silken robe slides slightly off her left shoulder but she doesn’t bother to fix it, for she doubts the man finds her very attractive after the night of horrors she had created.


Tiber (1 of 2):: Tiber jolts as Lanara pops out like some lunatic in an alleyway and a slur falls from his mouth. He closes his eyes and inhales to keep his cool, but there was no cool to be kept because this was an anger he had never seen from her. Eyes find the witch before his eyes land on the doll in her hands. There is a grim look on his face at that moment, and he is about to go off because of the amount of pain he felt from her being the keeper of the doll. She had promised him that she would not do such a thing, and he stretches his neck and is about to say something before she strides to the kitchen to place tape over the mouth of the voodoo doll. It is then, he opens his mouth and cannot speak. ‘Listen’. How? How?! Is what echoes in his mind, and it takes him a minute or two to calm down as there is an anger in his eye from the doll. It hurts. Hurts more than she would know. She is soft-spoken, and he nears where she gestures him to sit, and he shakes his head at first. Though, the softness of her voice has him push on the sofa cushions before he sits down and puts his trust in her. When she begins to speak, his eyes look in the opposite direction like a dog with a tail between its legs. Then, as she talks about the… marriage. Are they still together? He looks at her. Really looks at her as she speaks of their history and their present and possible future. Once she pulls the tape off the doll and the doll is offered, he would slowly reach across to grab the doll and stare down. Eyes search the creation as he runs a thumb over the stomach of the doll. He is silent. The silence lingers through the air in a mix of shame and regret. His teeth clench and he speaks lowly. “You are my equal,” pause. “I’m sorry that I made you feel that way. I’m learning. I -am- changing, but… it’s a process. I’ve recognized my behavior for the most part. Gods, Lanara, I love you. I would never want you hurt, but I… I just was trying so hard to prove that I can do something. Be someone. I wanted so bad to protect you and this pack by becoming some… ranger. Hell, I let my… old-self get to my head. Especially when everything was going -so- wrong today. I guess because you’re so fearful of something and I’m not, I need to learn to understand the way you’re feeling and be aware in the moment, you know?” He squints as he looks at her, sticking his tongue in the side of his cheek before blowing out air.


Tiber (2 of 2):: “Lanara, I don’t want to make you feel this way. Well,” he looks around the house. “It’s pretty, uh, intense,” he scratches the back of his head. Maybe a little… hot? No, no. Scary. Maybe hot. No, Tiber. Scary. “I think you got the wrong idea when I looked at you today… I wasn’t smirking to make you feel bad, I was laughing at how ridiculous we both were. You’re so beautiful all the time. Put together, and I guess the hunting just put a funny edge to you, so I laughed. Not because I don’t think you’re sexy. Hell, we could have gotten a little frisk--” he clears his throat. No time for that. Was his mind still on dirty hour? “Uh, one thing, though…” He frowns. “You can’t put that insecurity of me leaving you on me. I know you were burned in the past, but… I love -you-. The Meri thing threw me off. I would never cheat on you, nor leave you. It’s you, Lanara. It’s always been you. No matter how bad you burn me in the process of me burning you. I guess.. Twin flames can have a different meaning sometimes. But I don’t want it to be that way. Just know, I’m trying, and I’ll try to be more aware… As long as you’re aware of how I feel when you tell me I want to leave. Because I don’t.” Pause. “Which brings me to the invitations… Uh,” his face looks pained at that moment. “We can postpone if you want us to. I would never want you to be in a situation that you weren’t sure of. Marriage, that is. I love you, and I know I’m a hard man, but I do want to be with you. Married, er..” He is bad with emotions, but he was trying. He runs a hand through his hair before lifting the voodoo doll to fill the silence. “Also, what kind of other things can we do with this? Anything sexy?” Gods, Tiberius. He laughs quietly to try to ease his own tension despite the circumstances.


Lanara holds Tiber’s gaze as he speaks, her expression softening to one of understanding, and she sighs when he finishes speaking. “Hey… I’m sorry that I jumped to conclusions and went all wicked witch on you. I rarely use my magic to bring harm to another, unless I’m defending myself or they -really- have it coming… I would never hurt you. Seriously.” She bites the inside of her cheek so she doesn’t smirk, because seeing Tiberius’ act in the kitchen had been the funniest thing she’s seen in a long time! “I love you, too… And I -do- want us to get married and have a housewarming party. I will try to stop questioning your motives and look forward to our future, rather than have doomsday fears. Please, know that you can ask me or anyone in the Pack for help, too. This isn’t all on your shoulders, Babe, and I know you can keep me safe.” She feels bad now for going to such lengths, and she wonders if she scared him with her magic. Asha is amused, but she also wanted to get freaky in Fog Forest with Luca, so she’s currently not speaking with her hostess. As the voodoo doll is lifted and the quip is made, Lana laughs, “We will destroy it so I can’t take any more pokes at it…” She means it, she won’t make another, unless Tiber messes up bigtime again! “Hey… Are we okay? Do we forgive each other?” As if she has to ask, because the look in his amber eyes and the reassurance of his love are all she needs to answer the question. The doll is forgotten, as is their fight, as Lana slides the robe from her form and offers Tiber her hand, “I don’t know about what sexy things you have in mind for the doll, but I have a few ideas for what we can do to each other…” Desire floods through Lana’s mind as she wants to get rid of their anger and sadness through passion, and the heat in her dark eyes is palpable as she leans in and nibbles on Tiber’s jawline, “Want to see what sort of magic I can do between the sheets?” If the lycan is game, she will lure him upstairs to their master bedroom, where they will love away any doubts in each other's minds. Many hours later, as the sun is rising, Lana curls up at Tiber’s side and vows to pick up another stack of invitations, before falling asleep beside her twin flame.