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DarkiusHeavenstein

Creator of my own little Universe

Date and time
Monday 26 April 2021, 16:33

Temperature
Currently 29°C (84°F) to it will cool down to 27°C (80,6°F) by dinner time

Weather
It is slightly cloudy and there is currently hardly any wind. It might pick up a bit more in the night

Water
The temperature of the water will be pretty stable between 26°C to 28°C (80°F to 82°F)

Objective
Select your Major Domo and get settled, freshened up or whatever


All couples have been picked up and driven to the airport, in such a manner they all arrive more or less around the same time on Hewanorra International Airport in Vieux Fort, St. Lucia. At the airport, drivers and jeeps are waiting to take the couples to their honeymoon destination. The drive is about an hour long and the last 20 minutes or so is on rather bumpy roads. There are no cameras at the airport, nor is the travel towards the resort being filmed. Though as soon as the couples will get out of the Jeeps, there is a camera crew present.


“Hello everyone, and welcome to Jade Mountain Restort! We are honored to have you all stay with us and share this special precious time with us. I am Marlies Piltie, executive housekeeper, and together with the rest of the staff, I hope we can make your stay as pleasant and enjoyable as possible.” The woman started her welcome speech after getting a sign that all sixteen people had arrived. She gave them all a bright smile, completely ignoring the camera crew that ran around to try to get the best shots from each angle. Some of the people seeming happier about that than others. “These eight lovely people will be your personal Major Domo for your entire stay. They will make sure all your wishes are met, questions are answered and complaints are heard,” she continued as she gestured to the four charming ladies on her left and the four handsome males on her right. “Our finest suites are made available and prepared for your stay. The four Galaxy suites are located on the fifth level and the four Sun suites are located right below that, promising you a fantastic view of the island and the ocean. Please select your butler and they will bring you to your room.” The eight Major Domos stepped forward, all eager and enthusiastic to be selected and show the rest of the hotel to their couple, if wanted. The woman that had welcomed them moved down behind the counter again and looked down at the paper for a second. “For today we have a rather easy-going program, so all of you can take your time to get settled and get used to the new environment. We will be serving you a lovely getting to know each other dinner in the Jade Mountain Club at 18:30, followed by some cocktails at the Celestial Terrace for those who feel like it,” she informed them, “the rest of the program will be announced tomorrow morning at breakfast, which will be around 8:30. Though you are of course free to come down earlier, or enjoy our facilities before that time. But for now, just take a moment to take it all in. We will see you at 18:30 in the Jade Mountain Club. Have a nice stay!” And with those words the couples were send on their way. Either to take a moment for a power nap, or to enjoy the nature around and explore the resort.
 
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DarkiusHeavenstein

Creator of my own little Universe


Dante


Partner
Leo Kovalainen

Location
Jeep --> Reception

Interaction
His husband, Leo Myling Myling

Mention
His mom and his ex, Isabella

Outfit
Summer time


"I wish you had never given me this heart!"

Those words, that angry voice of his mother, it had kept playing over and over in his head. It were the last words she had spoken to his face, when he had gone to the hotel this morning. After that, she had told him what a dissapointment he was through the closed door. Yet, somehow, those words didn't stung as much as that one sentence before. Perhaps coming out by marrying a man had not been the best idea. And he understood it was a bit of a shock... But she would have to accept that a future with Isabella was not gonna happen. Not with her as his wife, at least. Dante let out a heavy sigh, before giving his husband an apologetic look. He didn't want this to overshadow the best moment of their life! And honestly... Talking about feelings, as deep as these ran, wasn't his strong suit. He rather just ignored it, forgot about it. At least for now. After all they were on their way to their honeymoon. A beautiful breathtaking honeymoon with an equally stunning male right next to his side. He gently sqeeuzed his husbands hand, tangling their fingers. "So, are you excited?" he asked his life partner to be. Or really... not to be. They had given eachother the vows 'until death do us part' just yesterday.

Dante gave the male that million dollar smile as he looked at Leo. His hand slowly moving up to strike a piece of hair back behind the ear. He had such lovely hair. It had been one of the first things he had noticed. Second were those kind eyes and that lovely smile. He truly was lucky for this being just a random match-up. There were so many assholes out in the world, but Leo so far had proven himself to be a nice and patient man. With a very interesting background and life. He had done a lot of different things, but all of it showed kindness and care. "I know, I am," he said with a grin. He was really looking forward to get to know this man next to him better. They had only managed to cover the big lines in the, what was it 36 hours, that they knew each other? It had mostly been about family, those two adorable kids. And both their connections towards their exes. He was glad Leo was friends with his ex as well, even though that was by far a much rougher break up than he had Isabella had had.

The jeep came to a stop and the door was opened. "After you, mio caro," Dante spoke softly as he reached past his husband to open the door. Outside the car, the camera crew immediately surrounded them to make sure they would not miss a second of their reactions to the place. The Italian took a moment to take it all in. Not the cameras, that was every day life for him almost, but the nature. The sound of insects, the songs of birds, and in the distance the rolling of waves. The deep green and vibrant colors of the tropical forest. Everything was so different from his home, down in Italy. And definitely from the much colder Finland, where he had gone to get married. So with all that arround them, the cameras hardly bothered him. At most it just reminded him of the set. The only thing that was unusual for him was the lack of direction, no one calling action, or cut, or retake. The fact he had no screenplay, no lines, no character. That made it weird for him. His hand stroke softly over his husbands back as he lead him towards the entrance of the hotel, where more cameras were waiting along with the resorts staff it seemed.

They had been one of the first couples to arrive, but the sound of more Jeeps, told him the others were close behind them. He was excited about meeting the new people. The other couples that had chosen this adventure as well. Other males that could have ended up as his husband, but he really had been lucky with Leo. He smiled down towards his husband and leaned in for yet another kiss. Soft and gentle on the lips this time. He always had been a very affectionated male and he liked to show his love with little gestures like this. "If it is too much, you can hide behind me," he joked gently. It had been rather obvious from the start that Leo didn't do too well with the camera attention. Dante wanted to shield his husband, he wanted him to be comfortable. And he didn't mind the screen time at all. He gave a little wink towards one of the cameras that zoomed in on them. "This place really is amazing," he said as he looked around. The resort was just as impressive as the world outside. The little booklet, that had been send along with all the information about this show and their invite, hardly did the place justice.
 

JoUhWrites

has never heard of a BBCode
John

John had never wanted for anything. His childhood was painted in the soft sounds of Christmas and hunting dogs, his adolescence with smells of boarding schools, champagne, and hidden cigarette smoke. His five years of college had been paid for by his family; when his peers complained about debt, John’d smiled shyly and said that the drinks were on him for the night.
His first apartment and atelier - in the middle of London - was made possible by a loan from his parents, his relatively-successful business practically co-owned by them. John was thankful. He knew how the world worked. If his memories were stained by repressed glances, too-tight collars, and fake smiles, that was a small price to pay for his privilege. Until it suddenly was enormous.


John stared at the numbers in front of him, adjusted the reading glasses resting on top of his nostrils, and threw a hand in front of his face in order to hide the crooked smile spreading his lips wide.

It was ironic how the very first thing John felt like he’d earned for himself - felt like he owned - was a gay marriage ceremony that was (hopefully) going to paid for by a TV company. It felt… good. And intrinsically shameful.
Mary had been a huge help in planning the wedding. At first, John had wanted something simple; a wedding that’d optimistically go as unnoticed as possible amongst the others in the final aired episodes, but Mary had shot that idea down with a hell no. She’d already convinced him to apply in the first place - making him bleed his pockets dry was easy compared to that. After weeks of planning (and fighting) they, together with a wedding planner offered from the crew, settled on a ceremony in London’s National Gallery - an art museum John had been particularly inspired by in his youth. It turned out to be a hefty sum, ending up at around 20,000 pounds when everything was said and done. The vast majority of John’s savings, earned during the five years he’d run his business.

“What if it doesn’t work out? There’s no way I’d be able to afford this.”

“Your parents must have a few 20s lying around.”

“Oh, you really think they’d pay for my
big, gay wedding, Angie?”

“Well-”

“Darling, hush. You’ll make it work, John, I know you will.”

“What if I hate him, Mary? What if he hates me?”

“...you’ll make it work, John.”


--

John’s hand rested loosely against Demetrius’ back - not too high, not too low, but right in the middle of his spine where it was at its most curved. It reminded the brit of a bodyguard escorting his employer, and he quickly slid his hand to the other’s side, squeezing the man’s waist instead. “This okay… darling?” He hummed, breaking into a wide smile to compensate for the stifled way he’d expressed the pet name.

They were fresh off the plane in St. Lucia, John hiding behind a pair of sunglasses after having spent the majority of the 8 hour flight totally knocked out. It was a shame that he’d slept through it - the ride would have been the perfect time for the couple to actually talk - but the man’s wicked hangover combined with the mild fear of flying had made sleep inevitable. Hopefully he hadn’t drooled all over his new… husband. It was still hard for John to wrap his mind around the term. Being one, sure, but having one? Legally? And it being Demetrius Watkins of all people? It’d take some getting used to.
John cringed inwardly as he recalled his immediate reaction to seeing Demetrius walk down the aisle - shock, confusion, a mild fear that it was all some kind of prank. The mixture of emotions had almost immediately been replaced by his soft-smiled facade, but the cascade of cameras must have captured something (At least he hadn’t been the worst. Angelina - Mary’s wife - had been practically bouncing in her seat, winking at John like she was trying to communicate some kind of morse-coded message). John held no deep interest in tech, but his family had raised him to know something about everyone who was someone. And Watkins Jr. was someone, indeed.
Why a man like him would sign up to a show like the one they were on was a mystery John had not managed to unravel yet. Well, they had time.

Here we are,” John smiled as he held the car door open for his husband, glancing at the other… guests who’d arrived, before promptly turning gaze back to Demetrius. Eyes on the price, and all that. “How are you holding up, dear?” He murmured as his hand found his way back to the others’ waist, the pose John had settled on as being appropriate for their dynamic.

Interactions: Veil Walker Veil Walker
 

Veil Walker

Member
D hadn't recognized the address on the card he'd been handed by the producers. He rode quietly in his rented carriage to his appointed wedding, and wondered if this had been a mistake. The last dating show he had been on had been just that. This was marriage, and that to him was a lot different. In the eyes of his mother, permanent. In the eyes of his father, permanent disappointment and shame. Not that his father would have been very happy if he had married a woman either. D sighed. He knew why his father wanted him alone. It was the same reason he had tried and very much failed to push Dante away. Demetrius Senior wasn't happy with anyone getting close to his son. Not while the possibility of getting D's money for the family was there. D gave another heavy sigh, and pulled out his phone to look up the address. He blinked when he realized it was for the National Gallery of London. With a jolt, the carriage stopped, and with a last sigh, D hopped out to meet his fate.

The man waiting for him at the altar was a handsome sort, and D tried to give him a friendly smile, all the while glancing at portraits that all seemed to be looking down in judgement at him. Even though D had Money (and there was no other way to think that word without the capital M) he was still the poor kid from Compton, living off school lunches and neighborhood meals. This was all... WAY too much, and it heightened the already almost overwhelming anxiety of the day. It was almost enough to make D break down right there and then, though he hoped that his teary eyes would be mistaken for happiness and not the panic attack he was fighting off. The vows were said, and he found himself married, giving the other man a very gentle kiss. He hoped it hadn't been too bad for the other man, as it was only the second of his life. As John, a name he learned at the altar, seemed to drink more and more over the course of the evening, it was all D could do to ignore the pit growing in his stomach as he smiled and politely sipped his champagne. He was trying to put it down to the other man's nerves but as the night wore on, it seemed John, at least to D, wanted less and less to do with his husband.

D had hoped that they would have time on the plane to talk and get to know one another, but it seemed that as soon as they were settled, John had fallen asleep on his shoulder. D let out a quiet sigh so not to wake him, and carefully pulled out Neil DeGrasse Tyson's latest book on the universe and settled in. D slightly envied the sleeping man. He had barely gotten any sleep lately, his latest project consuming most of his thoughts not letting him rest until he solved the puzzle. Still, he knew for a fact he was incapable of sleeping on the plane, so he didn't even bother trying. He lost himself in the mysteries of the universe, and was surprised when he felt the bump of the plane touching down. Quickly getting into the jeep with the other man, no his new husband, D was settling in when he felt John touch his back. It took all of D's self control not to cringe or tighten up. He wasn't used to people touching him, and certainly not people who had said barely ten words to him the whole time. He felt the man slide his hand to his waist. Was he making a play at him? Surely they needed to know each other better first? It was almost enough to make him freeze for a moment. But D was determined to make this work if he could, so he smiled at John with his best smile.
"Of course, Darling." D tried to make it sound less... forced than the other man, hoping maybe to ease some of the tension he felt stretched between them. D gave John a grateful smile as he opened the door for him. At least his new husband seemed to have manners. D could put up with a lot, as evidenced by the fact he hadn't cut off ties with his family yet, but he wasn't sure he could handle an unkind husband.

D stepped out into the bright sun and wished for one final time that the place had been named St. Lucia. The last thing he needed on his honeymoon/the only real vacation he'd had in years was a reminder of why he was working so hard. He felt John's hand at his waist again and he relaxed into it as best he could. With a shy smile, he slid his arm around John's back, resting his hand on the other man's hip as he gave him a very soft kiss on the cheek. It wasn't like him, but he knew that affection was an important part of any relationship. He had learned that from a psychology textbook back in college.
"Relax, John," he whispered in the other man's ear. "I'm pretty used to dealing with cameras by now." Turning to the lenses stuck nearly in the couple's face, he smiled and gave them a small wave. In his line of work, he knew exactly how to act in front of the cameras, though he usually needed a week to recharge after. This trip was going to be an interesting test of his mental endurance. He just hoped it would also give him time to actually talk to his husband. After all, though he'd never say it out loud, in his heart he was desperate for love.
 

DarkiusHeavenstein

Creator of my own little Universe


Lidewij


Partner
Lilly Jäger

Location
Jeep > Reception

Interaction
Her wife, Lilly thorspuddingcup thorspuddingcup

Mention
Guy catching her eye, JJ Veil Walker Veil Walker

Outfit
Dress to impress


A soft smile played on her lips as she looked down at the roman numbers on the side of her finger. Normal couples would put a ring on it, but they had decided against that tradition. It was a mutual decisions. Rings... they could get damaged, lost, taken off, what all not. Tattoos... those were a true commitment. Just like those words they had spoken yesterday afternoon at that perfect gazebo. Of course, it had been perfect. It had been a true van Batenburg-worthy wedding. Her true princess wedding. At a castle of course, with her knight in shining armour. Not a man, but a woman and a beauty her wife had been. A raw beauty. And Lidewij would be lying if she didn't say she had been worried for a moment. That of it may have been a bit over the top. But that was how she liked it. Once in a while at least. Yes, parties were absolutely something she liked to splurge on. Experiences, memories. Those were important. And money, well, that she had enough. Both through her own hard work, as well as being born to the right family. However she had never taken her wealth for granted, even if most people believed otherwise.

The Dutch female wiggled her fingers for a moment. In two weeks those numbers would be replaced with real ink, instead of the henna that was there now. After all, she wanted to enjoy this tropical honeymoon to the fullest without having too worry about new tattoos that should get any sun or salt water. Besides with their marriage being such a rash decsion, it was perhaps for the best to take these two weeks to get to know each other, before making anything more ever lasting. Though so far she had a very good feeling about all this, Lilly was not some tight up prude. She was talented and fun. Openminded. Even though they had had that conversation yet. She hadn't seemed to mind too much that Mats was her best man and to find out they had been sexual involved. Yes, for now that was pasted tense. For now, she truly was gonna dedicate all her love and attention on this woman next to her. And she could only hope that in time, when all was revealed, Lilly would understand it was not about getting bored, or feeling any less love for her. No, what they had, what they shared, would be special to her. Very special. They were wife and wife after all. No other lover could ever reach that level. She hoped Lilly would understand and she hoped they could have an open and honest conversation about it. Where the limits and boundaries lay. And where Lilly perhaps wanted to get more involved. Of course, time would also be a factor. She completely understood if it took Lilly some time to accept and to be okay with things and then to get comfortable. As long as they would continue talking, things had to turn out well.

For now there were so many more other things that needed attention as well, but for now... They had a fantastic wedding, amazing party, lovely first night together and they were gonna have an awesome honeymoon. "Thank you," she said when the car door was opened for them. The ride slightly less comfortable than she was used to. It had been a bit bumpy, but well, so be it. Not something she would complain about. Yet. Confident and elegant she got out of the car. High heeled, long legs first, before gracefully getting up. Her hands striking down the white material of her top and gave a soft tug on the ends of her jacket, to make sure it was all straight and in place. Perhaps she was dressed a bit formal, a bit over the top, in her black suit. But this was their first time meeting the other couples, and first impressions were the ones that counted most. However that didn't mean she forgot about her wife. "Schat..." She spoke softly as she held her hand out to her wife. Their styles so drastically different and yet flowing so perfectly together. Both of them powerful and confident, in their own way.

Lidewij looked ahead as she scanned the other couples quickly. Her eyes getting caught on one of the males for a while. His face somehow was familiar. One of her quick encounters? Could be... It would fit with the show to put in that kind of drama. Not that it mattered. Lidewij turned her attention towards the woman that welcomed them. She listened carefully towards the schedule that was laid out. For now, it was all still very open. It was weird not to have every second planned out. Just like it was weird not to constantly check her phone or mail. She had done some last minute work in the plane, before putting up her 'out of office' messages. Of course, with her job, those would all be ignored. Yet she had made a deal with herself to only check once in the morning and once in the evening. And so far, she was able to keep to that. And so what if she missed out on a good case? Her honeymoon was way more important. "Hmm, what about the man on the right? Or you rather go with one of the females? Perhaps that brunnette with the stunning curls?" she asked, as they were supposed to chose their own Major Domos. Not that it was new for her to have her personal servant, or to be in a place as rich as this. But so far, she was very much delighted. Yet, she knew better than to be impressed by only the front. Every hotel and resort knew the reception made the difference and was most important. So she was not gonna give her judgement until she had seen the room and they had had the first meal. Because that, that was what made the difference in the end.
 

DarkiusHeavenstein

Creator of my own little Universe


Svetlana


Partner
JJ

Location
Russian Military Airport --> St Lucia Airport --> Jeep --> Reception

Interaction
Her husband, JJ Veil Walker Veil Walker

Mention
Rich Bitch DarkiusHeavenstein DarkiusHeavenstein
Interesting Match thorspuddingcup thorspuddingcup

Outfit
Summer time and heels


"What is that, Uncle? You suddenly afraid I will catch a cold?" Svetlana spoke, "I don't really remember you caring about that before..." Her eyes harsh and unafraid as she looked up at the older and taller men that was completely unamused. The thinner those lips, the more angry he was, and honestly, it had gotten a bit of a challenge to see how far she could push him.
"I just don't want you to forget where you came from, Nataliya." Her real name hardly louder than a sigh into her ear as he put the red scarf around her. "Besides someone has to cover up that...disgrace," he added, refering towards the dark bruise on the side of her neck.
The woman scoffed as she let those hands slide around her neck, over her skin. "Feeling threathened, Uncle? By married woman carrying the sign of a fun wedding night?" She swatted those hands away from her body, before they could 'accidentally' reach her breasts or any other part of her body. "I thought you liked seeing me covered in bruises..." she hummed.
Her uncle chuckled softly. "I will be here when the fun is over and he tosses you aside again." Those lips seeming to thin out more, but there came no reply to her last spoken words.
She shook her head. "Don't worry, my dear uncle," she said, "we are gonna last forever, won't we, my Sweetest?" Her expression softening as she switched to English. She took her husbands hand as she slowly turned to move towards the plane that was waiting for them. "Thank you, Uncle, but I doubt I will need this on a tropical honey moon." Her cheshire smile only growing as she pulled the red fabric away from her neck. Her hand gracefully moving up as she held the scarf like a flag for a moment, before letting it go. Not even looking back to see where it would land on the snowy dirty ground outside the private military hangar. It was just a short flight, before they would get a layover and much needed upgrade and be truly on their way to Saint Lucia.

Svetlana wished she could have seen her uncles face in that very moment, but he had not been worth another look. She didn't want to waste any more breath on that useless vile man. She curled up against her husbands chest, her legs tugged up onto his lap. Pretty much the whole flight simply laying relaxed against him. For the first time, somehow, allowing herself to fully relax. Even if she was in the arms of a stranger. There was not much she knew of this man. A lot less than she usually knew of her targets, or demanded to know before engaging with possible... sources of information. And now she lay here, eyes closed, completely vulnerable, on his chest. Well, not really vulnerable. She knew more than enough ways to protect herself, but still. Her breathing slow and even, though not truly asleep. It would take some time, before she was able to fall asleep with him (or anyone) present. Though she had to admit that sleep was tugging on her, after the long wedding day and the much more eventful wedding night. It was much easier to speak with body language and his sexual energy... Oh yes, there was definitely a connection there. And yet, somehow... Those words she had spoken to her uncle. She believed them to be true. They could last forever. She had a feeling they could make this works. Despite the heavy secrets between them. For she knew, she was not the only one withholding information. All their conversations had been 90% flirting and dirty talk and 10% superficial getting to know each other. Then again, trusting people was hard, but perhaps, with JJ, she had finally found someone worthy of her trust... Time would tell.

The Russian woman groaned when she had to get up, leaving her thick winter jacket on the plane as she could already feel the hot air of the Carribean Island welcome her. She gasped as she looked out at the small airport. The light blue sky, with those little fluff clouds. Sure, she had know where they had been going, but being here... It somehow felt all like a dream. "Pinch me, so I can be sure I am not dreaming," she requested of her husband. She gasped softly as her ass was squeezed and she kissed him deeply. "Hmm I only told you to pinch me once," she muttered as those hands held her ass very tightly. God, she loved this man. Was it love? She wanted to believe it was. This was their love. Even if it would not be all that like the fairytales and those boring romance movies. Though she could only judge about that on secondhand. There was not much time for fairytales and movie nights in her life. She gave his lip a little playful bite, before pulling back before he could react to it. Her feet lightly as she danced down the stairs and towards a male that was holding a sign with their names written on it. They still needed to make a decision on what to do with the last names, now that they were husband and wife. Not that she cared much for hers. Since the one writting down here was fake and her real one... that tied her down too much to things she didn't want to be tied to anymore.

In the backseat of the Jeep, she had curled up against her man again. Though not nearly as peaceful as before. There was a lot more kissing and touching, biting and tugging, on that bumpy ride towards the resort. And when the door was opened for them, even she had to take a few deep breaths to calm herself down again, before following her husbands lead. She flinched a bit at the cameras that were all around them, catching their every move. Even though she knew she had agreed to it, it was still weird to let herself be filmed and caught, while normally her life was all about not catching any attention. Her eyes quickly took in the place, first to assess any threaths and the quickest way out, as well as things to use to her advantage if things went awry, before she took the moment to truly admire it all. In the background she could hear the woman talk, about Major Domos and dinners, while she was taking in the other people that were present. Though none of them really caught her interest. She definitely had been matched up with the most interesting of them all. Her eyebrow arched up, when she noticed a woman looking at her man. Rich looking bitch, with a very much opposite wife by her side it seemed. Interesting combination. And while the woman was eyeing her spouse, she took a moment to do the same. She pulled JJ into a deep kiss, before smiling up at her husband. "Your pick, my Darling," she said, as honestly the sleepless night and long travel was starting to catch up on her.
 

thorspuddingcup

Asexual Librarian
L i l l y

Lilly felt exhausted from the wedding the previous day, coupled with the jet lag that was already settling in. That being said, she was equally as excited. A strong cup of coffee when they got to the resort could easily give her the energy boost she needed to not pass out the moment she saw a bed for the first time. The wedding itself had been something plucked out of a period drama, or a fairy tale. Maybe both? The venue was some older building in the Netherlands where Lilly's wife was from. It was beautiful, and Lilly was pleasantly surprised by both the ceremony and her new partner.

Lilly hadn't really known what to expect in her new wife. What kind of person she would be, whether or not they were compatible. Oh god, imagine if they had tricked her into marrying a man rather than a woman for the drama of it. The thought was revolting. Men were fine as friends, but never anything more. Lidewij was fortunately not a man, and was oh so very attractive. Her new wife had beautiful blonde hair, and Lilly wanted to run her fingers through it oh so badly. Not wanting to overstep any boundaries so soon in their marriage, Lilly had stuck to kisses and small caresses. Maybe tonight she could ask Lidewij if she could stroke her head as they fell asleep together in this tropical paradise.

The jeep hit a particularly large bump and Lilly winced. "Shit, you would think they would pave the road better for such a luxurious resort. I wont be able to feel my ass if this keeps up." Lilly looked over and noticed Lidewij admiring the temporary henna art that adorned both their fingers. The idea of a tattoo ring had been a great idea, and Lilly thought it matched her current tattoo sleeves really well. She looked forward to getting the permanent ink.

The jeep came to a halt and Lidewij left the vehicle first, straightening her outfit as she went. Lilly's own apparel probably made her look like a homeless person next to her wife. The simple black sundress to accommodate the warm temperatures paling in comparison to the business savvy ensemble adorning Lidewij. Her wife held out a hand to help Lilly out of the jeep, and Lilly took Lidewij's hand as she exited the cool interior of the car and stepped into the blinding sunlight of the resort. Before them stood the show's host, who explained the necessary information for the next 24 hours.

"We get a personal assistant, eh? Fancy." Lilly mused to her wife. With Lidewij being a successful lawyer, Lilly wondered if her wife was used to these kind of accommodations. She would have to ask later. "Hm, I say we go with the guy. I've got a good feeling about him." Lilly tugged her wife towards the domo. "Guten Tag! looks like you're stuck with us for the next two weeks."

Location: Jeep & Resort
Interactions: Lidewij DarkiusHeavenstein DarkiusHeavenstein
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Veil Walker

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It had been like some Russian fairy tale for JJ. He had been sure he had the wrong address when his rented car had pulled up outside what he knew to be a palace. He stepped through the doors and saw her standing there like a vision. Even as jaded as he had become over the years, he couldn't stop his breath catching slightly in his throat. His soon to be bride. He hadn't felt such a visceral reaction to seeing someone since... Abby. He mentally shook his head as he finished making his way to the altar. He caught sight of a man eyeing her possessively before his mother had dashed up to the altar holding two objects in her hands. Smiling at the bride, she had placed the first behind her ear, and old flower from when she had gotten married. The second was a pocketwatch, donated by his grandfather, his normally dour expression faded as he saw the happiness in his grandson's eyes. The chain she artfully turned into a bracelet for the bride, nodding her approval as she made her way back to her seat. JJ felt touched, and hoped the bride had been as well. It was a very sweet gesture from his last living relatives, and helped explain the sixpence rattling around in his dress shoes. The vows said, the happy couple settled in for a night of dancing and then a tour of the city. JJ leared that the possessive man was Svet's uncle. Old Russian military by the uniform, definitely something to keep an eye on. JJ faked a lack of knowledge of Russian and Russia's landmarks, genuinely smiling as he enjoyed the warm presence he remained close to him the whole day.

After a very sleepless night, with his own share of bruises and even claw marks to show for it, JJ was ready to take off and take a cat nap on the plane. He smiled with pride at Svet's choice of outfit, showing off at least some of the marks he had left over the course of their wedding night. He smile faded somewhat as he heard the whispered exchange, though he feigned ignorance. He had no desire to reveal his knowledge of Russia to the leering uncle who was a bit too handsy with his new wife. It took all his years of training not to break the man as he insulted both his bride and their state of matrimony. 'Well, JJ thought. If the old fool thinks I'm just here for fun, I can't wait to see the look on his face when we make it work.' Encouraged by that thought, JJ was able to maintain his smile.
"Of course, My Darling. I have no intention of letting a jewel like you slip through my fingers." Slipping his fingers through hers, he gave her hand a soft squeeze, looking into her eyes not with lust, but with affection.

The plane ride showed a different side of Svet than he had seen as she curled up as much as possible and even relaxed. JJ smiled a soft smile. That was certainly new. It had felt like neither of them had relaxed the entire time together before, even in the bedroom keeping up old walls. So if she was going to relax, so would he. He ran his hands gently through her hair and over her skin as he whispered affectionate things to her. He was aware enough to know that she didn't sleep, though she had to be nearly as tired as he felt. So he catnapped, relaxing with her as they flew closer to this honeymoon destination. His sleep was filled with the scent of her, and he found that it was quickly growing to be one of his favorite scents. Smiling, he woke just as she groaned, his body used to waking and sleeping on command. He stretched slowly, following her out. He smiled as she gasped, admiring the view, though not the one she seemed preoccupied with. Instead his eyes were filled with Svet, and when she asked him to pinch her, he could not resist, grabbing a handful of his wife's perfect derriere. He kissed her back with affection, continuing to keep a hold of her.
"Yes, but how could I resist? After all, this is how loving couples act." He gave her a shy smile as he said this, unsure if he had overstepped.

JJ stepped into the Jeep with his lovely wife, making sure to give the driver a good tip to get them there quickly, though he supposed he also hoped it was enough for some discretion too as neither Svet nor he could keep from touching the other, and he was certainly a bit flushed when the car stopped and it was time to get out. He noted with a smile that his new bride seemed equally affected, taking in her deep calming breaths. JJ, upon seeing her flinch at the cameras, stepped to her side, shielding her as best he could until she could regain some small feeling of comfort. Oddly enough, it was not his first time in front of cameras, and once someone threatens to behead you with a camera in your face, you become a bit desensitized so he was less affected. Feeling eyes upon him, he glanced over to see some rich woman eyeing him as though she knew him. He frowned for a moment as he thought back, remembering the British delegation he had watched at that joint legal proceeding in France. He thought her name was Eidelweiss or something similar. Not that he could be bothered. Last thing he needed was the attention of lawyers. Taken a bit by surprise by his wife letting him decide, he went with an older man with kind eyes.
"What about him, Sweetie? He seems a decent sort, and he presumably knows the layout of the place. Probably even knows the best bar in the whole resort."

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F e l i x

Being married was something Felix had only ever written about in his novels. To actually be married was a surreal feeling indeed. How did one take these feelings and adequately transcribe them onto the page? There was a mixture of excitement, fear, and maybe even love churning around in his stomach. With how bumpy the roads were, Felix hoped he wouldn't have to roll the window of the jeep down and puke down the shiny black exterior. Oh gosh, that would be so embarrassing. Felix really liked his new wife, Aliria, and he didn't want to give her any reason to dislike him.

"You break her heart, I break your arms." Aliria's brother had said to him yesterday. The idea of hurting anybody without reason already didn't appeal to Felix. But after having the time to learn about Aliria during the reception, he especially couldn't fathom laying a hand on her in any way that would be harmful. Aliria was kind, courageous, and beautiful. And Felix had only known her for a day, but already he could feel himself forming a school boy crush on her. Ironic, considering they were already married. Life was funny that way he supposed.

"You still haven't told me what you thought of the book after finishing it."
Felix said to Aliria as he slowly inched his hand closer towards hers on the car seat. During the flight she had whipped out her copy of his latest novel, and teased him with various looks as she flipped through his work. Finding out his new wife was a fan of his books was a shock. Yes, his writing had a following. But he truly hadn't expected whoever the show-runners were to pair him with someone who was an avid fan. "I want your feedback, so I can make the next one even better."

The jeep stopped, and Felix stepped out into the hot sun. He held out a hand for Aliria to take and helped her out of the car. Not letting go of her hand (and never wanting to let go) he led them to join the other couples. Looking around at them, Felix found the group to be made up of some very intimidating people. One couple in particular looked as if they could eat him alive if he were to cross them. And was that...was that a hickey on display on the woman's neck? Never mind, they weren't going to eat him alive, they were already eating each other alive. Another couple was made up of a smartly dressed woman, and a laid back goth girl. If Felix was honest, it looked like the goth was the other woman's sugar baby.

Felix was taken aback when he saw that the third couple contained the actor Lorenzo d'Antonio, or Dante as he preferred being called.. The man had starred in a film that had been based off of Felix's novel "Drunk on You" a few years back. Although the actor wasn't how Felix had envisioned the character himself, Dante had done a great job. Felix's mother had a copy of the DVD proudly displayed on her mantle at home.

Felix listened to the hostess, and then inspected the domo's before them. "Well, at least we wont have to carry our own bags." Felix said as he looked the men and women over. He wondered why they were meant to pick one for themselves rather than having one be assigned. The pressure to make a choice was making him a bit anxious. "Aliria, is there a specific domo you want? Or should we choose one at random?"

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Aliria had never been to Canada before. Her mind had entered travel mode, and unfortunately, her comfort had paid the price. She was used to traveling to warm, humid climates, and the light jacket she had worn upon arrival had done nothing against the chill Canadian winds. She had been shivering for most of the trip, using her brother as a shield as she entered the most beautiful library she had ever seen. It was modern and open and absolutely FILLED with books. Aliria took a moment to admire the scenery as she completely ruined the rhythm of the Wedding March. Not that she minded much. She thought weddings were filled with foolish tradition, and what really mattered was who you were getting married to. Not how much the event cost, or the usual peacocks strutting down the aisle in a vain attempt to show off their WEALTH of all things. Aliria found such things vulgar. She preferred the African traditions of the areas she had been assigned to. Henna parties, where the couple was marked in henna by the two families. She loved that tradition. It gave families a chance to better get to the know the couple and their friends. She wished in this instance that they had had time for this tradition, as it was obvious her brother was doing his best to intimidate her future husband.
"Be nice, Kenny, or I will tell him about the pudding incident." Kenneth stared at her for a moment, but seemed to glare less at the man waiting for her at the altar. The ceremony was pretty standard, and Aliria gave Felix a soft kiss, whispering "I love the venue," in his ear.

It had taken a lot for Aliria not to squeal when she realized Felix was in fact her favorite author. It filled her with joy that such a man, clearly full of love, had been chosen as her husband. On the plane, she made sure to pull out her copy of his latest novel, giving him various teasing looks over the pages as she read. In all honesty, she loved it, but she could hardly tell him that. The meet-cute had her almost giggling, with both characters seemingly angry but also curious about each other. She was a bit sad when the plane finally touched down. She had just gotten to the part when for a refreshing change, the woman had tried to get the man back by being cheesy and romantic. It had been building up to be one of her favorite parts, and it was cut off right before she had a chance to read the male's reaction. She pouted slightly as she was forced to put the book away, and exited the plane with her new husband. The warm sun felt glorious on her skin. Aliria loved the sun, even more so since her encounter, and found herself basking in it for a moment before entering the door Felix opened for her like a gentleman.

She saw the looks he shot her as they rode together, and smiled at his question.
"It was very good. I l- I really liked the way you had the woman trying to win the man back. I'm just annoyed I didn't get to finish it. You do a nice job of turning the whole genre on its head, especially in regards to normal gender stereotypes. That's why I like your books. It's nice that the women aren't the standard useless damsel in distress types. You give them character and their own hopes and dreams outside of just marriage. Which obviously appeals to me." Blushing, Aliria stopped talking. She was an opinionated person, and didn't want to scare of this very sweet Canadian man. She noticed his hand slowly moving towards hers, and slipped her hand under his with a soft smile. Looking at his face, she grew slightly concerned, as he was pale and sweaty. She hoped it was the nerves, though the doctor in her resolved to give him a full checkup once they were in the privacy of their own room.

Taking Felix's offered hand, (again, what a gentleman!) Aliria stepped out into the warm sun, glad she was dressed appropriately for the weather. She gave Felix's hand a gentle squeeze as she enjoyed the feeling of holding her husband's hand. Glancing around at what had to be the other couples, she smiled. Most of them looked just as happy to be with each other as she felt towards Felix. There was one couple, in fact, who looked VERY enthusiastic. She smiled, and gave a little wave at the woman who seemed to already wear a love bite from her husband. It really didn't bother Aliria, though she saw how her husband looked taken aback by the clearly amorous couple. It made her smile. He's adorable when her blushes, she thought, giving him an affectionate kiss on the cheek. She was surprised when he asked her to pick, so she shot him a wicked smile.
"Let's have them compete to work for us. The final can be a ritual fight between the two best candidates." She giggled at her joke, lightly leaning against him. "I really don't mind. Shall we pick at random? How does it go? Eeny meeny?"
 

Myling

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Leo Kovalainen - In search of love


embarassed jeep > resort outfit the husbando aka Dante DarkiusHeavenstein DarkiusHeavenstein


Pretty sceneries flashed in the window, but Leo couldn't focus on them. He was feeling extremely emotional. So far Dante was proven to be a good man, he couldn't have been able to imagine a better husband. Leo hadn't met the other participants of the tv program, at least not yet, but he was happy Dante was his husband out of them all. Perhaps because of his career as a pastor, Leo had been suspicious about getting married with a stranger. Earlier he would have swore that it wouldn’t work. However, by Dante on his side their marriage could actually work. Leo was extremely happy. However there was also worry mixed in his feelings. Dante's mother had not been quite accepting about her son marrying a man. Leo didn’t know the details, but whatever his husband has talked with his mother-in-law, it had made him upset. Whatever it was Leo was sure it made Dante feel hurt, and that made Leo feel hurt too. He didn't want to see his husband go through something like that and he wanted to give his full support.

Leo had experienced something similar when he first came out of the closet. Even though his family and friends accepted him hundred percent, his own father had had difficulties accepting his sexuality in the beginning. He could just imagine what his better half was going through. Dante let out a heavy sigh and gave his husband an apologetic look. Leo just shook his head as a disagreement: Dante didn't need to apologize about anything for him. Dante smiled as he reached for Leo's hand, giving it a soft squeeze. Leo responded to the squeeze by giving a reassuring smile to Dante: one of those with a message like 'Don't worry, everything will go all right'.

"Are you excited?" The husband asked, while that million dollar smile came back to his face. Leo was surprised how the italian man could smile like that while he was going through something as painful as your own parent not accepting you. Leo hoped Dante was actually happy and not just forcing himself to smile for him. "Yes I am. I really want to get to know you even better." The Fin tried to match his smile to the one of his husband. He felt Dante looking at him, and he wondered what he was thinking. "I know, I am", Dante said with a grin.

Leo switched his gaze from his husband to the window and it's sceneries. Everything looked different than in Finland. Instead of pine and birch trees, there was an outstandingly beautiful tropical forest. Suddenly it opened up revealing the mountain side and the resort they would stay at. The tropical nature had already been breathtaking, but if possible this was even more breathtaking. The jeep came to a stop and the door was opened. "After you, mio caro," Dante spoke softly, making Leo chuckle.

They were barely outside of the car and Leo could feel all the cameras around him. The camera crew surrounded them to make sure they would get every little detail. Leo felt already bothered by them. He was afraid of embarrassing himself publicly as well as not being able to show his actual personality because of being so nervous about the cameras all the time. As if Dante could read his mind, he stroked softly over Leo's back, leading him towards the entrance of the hotel. Leo flashed a quick smile towards him, he was thankful for Dante being there for him. Soon they were accompanied by even more cameras waiting along with the resort's staff.

They had been the first to arrive, but right after them, another jeep arrived. And according to the sound of Jeeps behind them, even more would arrive soo. Leo looked into meeting the other couples. He was excited, though his excitement wasn't as big as before when he was waiting to meet his husband. Dante smiled down towards his husband and leaned in for yet another kiss, and this time other people could see them kissing. Leo was little taken back with this, he wasn't used to public displays of affection. However he couldn't complain about the kiss. It felt soft and gentle on his lips. Leo has already noticed Dante being a physical person and he had already done other gestures like the kiss. It was definitely nice, but something Leo needed to get used to. "If it is too much, you can hide behind me", Dante joked gently about the cameras. Right, the cameras. Leo had been so focused on the kiss he already had forgotten about them. "That sounds tempting. I might as well." He left out a small, amused and happy laugh. Leo looked around the place, Dante doing the same. "It sure is!" Leo answered his husband's comment about the place. It really was impressive. It looked even better live than in the little booklet, which was sended alongside the information about the show.

The sound of jeeps came closer and other couples started to find their way to the place too, but Leo didn’t pay too much attention to them since he was busy staring at his handsome husband. He still couldn’t believe how lucky he was. However he didn’t want to make Dante uncomfortable so after watching him little too long Leo stopped. Then a sudden idea came into his head… since Dante was a more physical person than him, wasn’t this a great opportunity to practise public showcases of attention? So without thinking more Leo started to act immediately. He got closer, and touched Dantes cheek leaning in to give a small kiss. However Leo forgot to close his mouth so they ended up knocking their teeth. Well, well. This didn’t go as in Strömsö. Leo felt extremely embarrassed as he went further away from Dante. “I’m sorry”, he mumbled while looking away from his husband.

Leo was afraid he had made things awkward. He didn’t dare to look at Dante so his attention was focused on the woman giving a welcome speech. He presented eight people, that would be their personal Major Domo, whatever that meant. She explained they would make sure the couples wishes and questions would be answered. Leo's focus turned to the couple that had arrived right after them. Leo decided he couldn’t let the kissing accident influence his actions too much, so he looked at Dante again with a forced smile. "So which one do you want to pick? I don't really have a preference."
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Those soft fingers played over his cheek as he turned to look at his husband. His very beautiful husband. It automatically took his attention away from the arriving couples. He blushed softly as Leo moved closer towards him, as he had not yet been on the recieving side of many kisses. His arm curled a bit up around the others back as he was kissed. He moved a bit forward into the kiss to make it easier for the other and just at that moment Leo seemed to move more into him as well and their teeth knocked together. The Fin immediately pulled back again and Dante gave a soft apologizing smile. "No. No. It is okay," he said softly, but his husband had already pulled back. Just as the lady started talking and welcoming them. His fingers stroke a bit over his husbands lower back to show it was okay. Accidents happened, right? He had liked that little kiss eitherway. But for now he focussed on the woman as well as she explained how their day would be. Though they were giving all the freedom to explorer and find their way through the resort. Oh, he would love to go for a walk and see what it all had to offer. The Italian male was also very much looking forward to a good bed and a short nap. "Let's see..." the male mumbled, when his husband offered the choice of their Major Domo. Some of them already being picked out left and right by the other people. "Oh I love her hair, let's chose her," he grinned as he pointed out one of the females with waist lenght black hair.

The woman gave a little nod as she quickly took their bags. It was only then that Dante realised that he perhaps should have picked a male. But then again, doing so now would seem weird, and wrong. He mostly traveled light anyway, since he liked shopping and building new clothes where ever he was staying. With a genuine smile and a small gesture of her hand, the lady started to lead them out of the reception and towards the winding ways that would bring them up to their room eventually. Dante followed for a whole two steps as he suddenly noticed a head full of dreads in the corner of his eye. His fingers slipping from between those of his new husband as his head turned to take in the owner of the dreads. It couldn't be...

"GUUUUUUFOOOOOOOO!!!!!" The Italian called out loudly. His husband, the lady, the resort, everything else forgotten for the moment as he ran over towards the man. He was laughing like a little kid as he wrapped his arms tightly around the only slightly smaller male. He was pretty sure the other would complain about broken ribs or something in those confusing medical terms, though he didn't let go. "Come va?!" he asked with an excited tone as he finally let go of the other. Or at least gave him a bit more room. He kissed the other on the left cheek, as it was Italian tradition to start on that side, unlike in most other countries. "Mi sei mancato," he said as he moved to the right cheek, before fully letting go of the male.

His blue eyes sparkling with happiness and excitement. After that paniced phone call he had been really worried about the other. Definitely since he had no idea what had been going on and he of course hadn't been able to just drop everything to go over to Demitrius. Which he totally would have done otherwise. "Sono così felice di vederti!" he said, even though that was already obvious from everything. "What are you doing here?!" Finally switching back towards English instead of Italian as he noticed the male next to his best friend. His brain still not really picking up quickly on what this all meant... Or how weird this all must seem for literally everybody else. Not that he cared for making a fool out of himself, not even on tv, as that was all forgotten about as well.
 
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Felix fought to control the blush that he was sure covered him from head to toe after Aliria kissed him on the cheek. He probably already look sunburnt. Which was sure to happen soon considering his red hair and this tropical climate. "FIght for it? Happy Hunger Games I suppose." he chuckled. "Sure, we can do the eeny meeny trick." Starting from one end of the domo line, Felix used his free hand to count down the line until he landed on a small brunette. "Look's like she's the one."

Felix led Aliria over to the girl and greeted her. "Would you mind showing us to our room so we can get settled?" The girl nodded and grabbed their things, leading them to an elevator. "So, what did you want to do first?" Felix asked his wife as the doors shut. "The beach is probably beautiful, but this is a resort they have...rich people things to do." What did rich people do? They golfed and they looked down their nose at the middle class, that much Felix did know. But he didn't think either of those activities were worth wasting their honeymoon on. "The hostess mentioned cocktails. We could get those fruity little drinks with the fairy umbrella's. Those taste good."

Oh god, he was rambling. Felix shut up and looked down at his shoes. Fairy umbrellas?! Mentally he smacked himself in the head for saying something stupid. The doors opened and the domo led them down a hall and to a door with their names transcribed onto a temporary plaque. Felix opened the door and turned to Aliria. "This may sound silly, but...can I carry you across the threshold? I know its not our permanent home, but I'd really like to." Awkwardly, he held out his arms to indicate he was ready to pick her up.

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John

I’m pretty used to dealing with cameras by now. Ah, yes. John was reminded of who exactly Demetrius was - a fact John had tried to forget as much as possible - when he turned to face the video equipment with pearly whites glinting in the beaming sun. The brit, due to their half-hugging position, felt himself turn with him, and adopted a stance he commonly used at larger gatherings; smile lazy and polite, back straight with shoulders rigidly pulled back. “I am not as acquainted with them, I have to admit,” He cocked his head to the side in order to look at his husband when he spoke, gaze flickering to the man’s cheek before quickly snapping back up (the cameras were way too close for comfort for him to comfortably return the tender gesture), “I imagine it will be easier once they’re less… noticeable.


The hand resting on John’s hipbone inflicted a feeling on him not unlike the one he’d had the first time he’d smoked a cigarette at the tender age of 15 - a feeling of teenage rebellion. Despite the proper vest and costume pants he had on, John in his mind was transformed back to the days of sloppy ties, forbidden hair dye and hidden piercings. How he’d returned to the boarding school after summer break without ever breaking a clothing rule again.
Ah, well, no reason to make Demetrius suffer because of his own anxieties. The second the camera closest to the pair swiveled to capture some new fascinating couple, John shot a smile his husband’s way, tightening the grip around his waist. Demetrius was handsome - having the sort of face John had swooned over when plastered on the pages of women’s magazines, and a comforting sturdiness that could be felt through his shirt - but distant, perhaps it being a natural consequence of genius. During the wedding reception, the man had been quiet and polite; sipping champagne and making small talk while John had tried to dance and drink his way to some type of delirium. Thank god Ava hadn’t been part of the wedding business (mostly because it was a confusing thing, getting married to a stranger, and John had hoped to introduce his future spouse at a more appropriate stage).

Ah, it seems we’re supposed to… pick someone?” John murmured to the man next to him, mouth tightening. Having servants wasn’t a new concept to him - his family fussing over old traditions and all that - but the concept of choosing one from a line-up? Slightly dehumanizing, in his opinion. But maybe his husband thought differently. “You can do the honors,” he smiled, disentangling himself from their half-embrace in order to allow the other man more mobility. Asking Demetrius to pick someone did push the responsibility of choosing another human being away from his own shoulders (he was British, goddamnit, the brits had done enough of that), but John was in general a fairly submissive man. It was why he’d married the extroverted, dominant Mary (despite her crying that it must be because she looked like a man), and was part of the reason for his general discomfort when interacting with Demetrius. D seemed… similar to him, in many ways.

The flurry of tan limbs and dark hair was decidedly not, however - John’s mouth twisting into a surprised O when the stranger pounced on D and began rambling in italian. John struggled to pick up on what the man was saying (he’d had lessons in all the major languages - but was not entirely fluent in any of them), but managed to decipher the basics; the two seemed to know each other, and had apparently not met in a while.
“Buongiorno, piacere di conoscerla,” the Brit said, mouth shaped into a polite smile around the slightly stifled words. “Io sono John, Il marito di Demetrius.” He’d forgotten how to ask for the man’s name in return, but offering up his own name combined by the hand he reached out would hopefully be enough.

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D smiled at his husband's confession. Cameras had been the hardest part of his journey to tech genius status. It had taken him a long time to get used to dealing with their presence, let alone speaking in front of them. There were days he wished he was still running the small lab out of the warehouse he had managed to rent. It was quieter then. No one expected him to save the world. Nobody had expected much out of him, and D gave a big smile as he thought about how he had proved them all wrong. D turned that smile upon his husband, though he still had a hard time meeting the handsome man's eyes.
"I understand completely. I hate having them shoved down my throat. I hope we get SOME privacy. It is our honeymoon, after all..." D flushed darker as he was sure the other man would take that more sexually than it was actually meant. He wanted to know his husband, and certainly know him before any... thing happened between them. The kiss at the altar had been hard enough.
D blinked as John offered him the choice of majordomos. He wasn't used to anyone letting him decide. It still took him a while to make decisions because for so long in his life, he had been told what to do, what to choose, what was next. His degree had been the first choice that had actually been his, the second was the tattoo that graced his wrist. His grandmother still insisted he cover it up at family gatherings. He was just about to choose, finger pointed at a large man. He seemed capable and confident enough. D opened his mouth to speak, and heard a noise from his left side.
"GUFOOOOOOOOOO" D's synapses fired just quick enough to send his body a signal of 'uh-oh' before he was hit with a massive side of Italian beefcake. He felt his body rock violently, his mind becoming detached as he wondered if the force was sufficient to induce whiplash, before a crushing force on his ribs brought him painfully back into focus.

"Or-Orso," he managed to choke out. "Orso, you're going to pop my costochondral joint at this rate..." Taking in a quick breath as the large man released him, D giggled as the man kissed his cheeks. He'd never gotten used to that particular tradition of his friend, and it always tickled for some reason. D gave Dante an apologetic smile, feeling a small surge of guilt at missing his best friend's wedding.
"Sorry, man. Never figured out the whole being in two places at a time thing, though I did try back in college." D frowned slightly as he remembered the puddles of slime which were the only result of that particular experiment. D smiled up at his big friend, though he avoided direct eye contact.
"Stavo bene, finché un grosso orso italiano non mi ha colpito..." D rattled this off at high speed, his accent a nearly flawless copy of the Naples man in front of him.
"I missed you too. Luckily one of us is subtle." D was about to introduce his husband, when John surprised him by speaking Italian. D gave the other man an impressed look.
"John, this is Dante. My best friend in the world. Dante would have been best man, but I guess he was doing the same thing we were?" D smiled again at Dante, glancing back over Dante's shoulder at the unaccompanied Leo.
 

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Lidewij


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Lilly Jäger

Location
Reception --> Bedroom

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Antoine, the Major Domo // Her wife, Lilly thorspuddingcup thorspuddingcup

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Guy catching her eye, JJ Veil Walker Veil Walker and his guarding wife, Svetlana DarkiusHeavenstein DarkiusHeavenstein // Hugattack male, Dante DarkiusHeavenstein DarkiusHeavenstein and hug victim D Veil Walker Veil Walker allong with husband 1, John JoUhWrites JoUhWrites and left behind (pretty) husband, Leo Myling Myling // Mystery Lady, Aliria Veil Walker Veil Walker

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Dress to impress


Lidewij arched one of her perfectly done eyebrows when the lady of the man she was trying to identify gave her a look like she was ready to cut her throat, before those eyes traveled to her own wife. That was okay. She could look as much as she wanted, her wife sure was stunning. Her eyes traveled over the male for another time, but nothing came up. So probably it wasn't that important what she knew him from, he didn't seem to care either. He didn't even try to come over. She would probably just jolt awake in the middle of the night when she suddenly remembered his name, but that was something for tomorrow. Or maybe she could find a moment to talk to him during the dinner that was planned, if his guarding wife would let him...

"Of course, schat," Lidewij grinned when Lilly decided to go with the male and she was tugged along towards him. "We would like to be shown our rooms," she said as someone behind them loudly shouted through the lobby. Again her eyebrow arched as she slowly turned on her high heels to watch one of the males throw himself at another male and set of enthusiastically in a language she did not speak. It sounded from the mediterranean countries. It was lovely to see the two friends interact, the one with dreads complaining, but she could see that little hint of a sparkling happiness as well. And while the husband of the male that had been the victim in the embrace introduced himself, the husband of the other was lonely left behind. Poor male. Pretty hair though. Honestly, everyone that was part of this experience was insanely good looking. But perhaps that was to be expected. This was a reality tv show after all, and no one was gonna look at a bunch of uglies. "Our rooms, please," she said again as she turned back to their Major Domo.

Because of the loud greeting that had been going on, she had completely missed the other couple that was now let out of the lobby before them. Again she was hit with a twich of familiarity. This time because of the female. What was it today with names evading her? Why did she know everything? If this was another one of her bed partners, things were gonna be really interesting really quick. However before she could get a really good look at the woman they were let towards the left and up the long bridge. She would figure it all out during the dinner, so far she wasn't too worried about it all. For now she wanted to focus on her wife and thus she sneaked in a quick kiss to the temple as the Major Domo stopped to open the door. "After you, Liebling," she hummed as she let go of her wife.

Her eyes scanned quickly through the room as she followed, and she had to admit that even she was impressed. Perhaps not so much by the luxurity at display. Honestly in her opinion it could be better. But that missing wall! And the breath taking view behind it. "Just leave the bags there. We got this on our own," she said towards Major Domo, who had introduced himself as Antoine, "we will figure it out ourself or call you." She had spotted the little device that was used to call their Domos on the little coffee table. Perhaps she was speaking with a bit of arrogance, and perhaps she was a bit dismissive of the help, but she just wanted to spend some time with her wife. As soon as that door closed, and they were left in privacy as the camera crew was not following into their rooms, which resulted in quite some tension leaving her body. Tension she had not even noticed she carried to make sure she always presented herself as perfect as possible, as was expected from a lady like her. And even though she was not naive enough to think the cameras were completely absent, not being reminded of those million eyes watching them helped.

Lidewij stepped out of her heels as she turned around to face her wife. She took her hands gently and let her towards the middle of the room with a big smile on her face. "Finally some time alone. Truly alone," she said. She leaned in to kiss Lilly's cheek. "Let's test the waters?" she said with a sparkle in her eyes. With that she truly meant testing the waters as she slipped out of her jacket. In one gracious movement her pants followed, or maybe that went less elegant and took a hop or three on one foot and then the other, before she went down those little stairs. Her fingers quickly unbuttoning her white shirt, while the pleasantly warm water played up her legs to her thighs.
 

DarkiusHeavenstein

Creator of my own little Universe


Svetlana


Partner
JJ

Location
Hotel Lobby

Interaction
Her husband, JJ Veil Walker Veil Walker

Mention
Major Domo

Outfit
Summer time and heels


As the true gentlemen he was, JJ offered his broad back to shield her from the curious lenses that tried to catch as much of them as possible. It helped to feel less in the spotlight, plus it was nice to know she had his support. Yet it was still hard to shake the feeling of being exposed and watched. She didn't like this feeling of being stalked, of being vulnerable to stranges she could not even see. Though she knew there was nothing vulnerable about her, and anyone who wished her harm would better be aware of that as well. Still, the unsettling feeling stayed like an itch that you could just could not scratch and seemed to get worse the more you clawed at it. "Perfect choice," she said with a smile as her husband pointed out one of the males. Though she assumed all of these workers, Major somethings, knew the ins and outs of the resort. She was way more interesting on making the layout her own, so she knew this place as well as the roads in Moscow and several other Russian cities. Her beloved Moscow and its cold... How she weirdly missed it, standing here in the tropical warmth.

Svetlana gave a soft shake of her head, making her dark hair dance slightly, while the male that JJ had chosen quickly found their bags. Careful, yet without any effort, the male started to carry their luggage out. The woman trying not to watch each movement like a hawk, as some of her most precious were hiden in those suitcases. One thing she would have to thank her Uncles military status for, their bags had not once been checked. Had they been, she was pretty sure she would not be standing here. Nor would JJ be giving her sweet kisses and gentle buttgrabs. Another military man in her life, while she had sworn not to ever get involved with those self righteous powertripping bastards. Oh yes, she had not been happy when she saw his outfit, while his mother had helped her to make the pocketwatch fit to wear around her wrist. Her dress had not come with any pockets to wear it. Yet all of it had been hidden by that everlasting smile that lured in the mightiest men. A smile that had become more genuine and more real over the course of their tour through Moscow as their wedding day had proceeded. A smile that was honest now. Oh, how pleased her Uncle had been on the contrary to see her be married off to military. Oh, if he only knew... JJ was not the man she had expected, and by far was nothing like the man her Uncle assumed him to be... For her it had been a pleasant surprise, very pleasant. Her Uncle... Well, she couldn't care less about his opinion and words..

"After you," the Russian lady grinned as she gave her new husband a playful swat on the ass. He had a very lovely booty to admire. She followed as someone shouted across the room and thus her eyes quickly moved to catch what was going on through the reflection on one of the windows. "Idiots..." she muttered under her breath in her motherlanguage. Men... They were seriously so stupid... She rolled her eyes as she caught up with her husband, not feeling like spending another moment longer in the presence of the rest of the group. It was probably the lack of sleep, the long travel and the new enviroment that had her so on edge so easily. Yet whenever she was close to JJ's presence it seemed to mellow a bit. "I was thinking instead of asking the Domo, we could do some explorering of our own?" she suggested. She always liked getting to know places on her own. It was easier to remember the way, to map out things and that way she could pay attention to what she prioritized, and not only what was shown to her. "And maybe have some cocktails after and another dance, before dinner?" Though she would understand if her man rather took some time to settle down and... well there was still a lot to explorer in the bedroom, right? Either way she wouldn't mind. But she just wanted to offer the option...

 

Veil Walker

Member
JJ smiled as his bride did her best to relax. IT was clear she like he had no real experience with relaxation. He would need to change that. He hoped she would be vulnerable enough that a massage would not go amiss. She seemed as though she could use one sometimes. His muscles felt tired just watching her flinch from relaxed to fully tensed. He hadn't been fond of the cameras either at first, but he had begun to accept them. For how could he go to space without the world knowing who he was? Or at least the public record. None would know about his clandestine missions, or the things he had done. Perhaps if his bride's Uncle insisted upon being a creep, he would find out some of it, but JJ didn't have any plans which involved him talking. JJ enjoyed his wife's smile as it became more and more genuine for him. For himself, he found it was harder and harder to keep the truth from her. His heart ached at times to tell her his secret, but he knew she would never be close to him again, never lean into him again if she knew.

He laughed as she smacked his ass. It didn't bother him, only made him happy his bride was so confident and at ease with him. Though a voice told him that ease wouldn't last, he found himself pleased by her smile. By her happiness. He heard a loud shout, and his body, moving ahead, found itself moving at high speed to put itself between her and the noise. It had turned out to be nothing, just two friends acting like fools, but he found himself troubled. His whole life had been trained to find the way out. Only save when you can be safe. Now he find himself throwing his body in front of a Russian woman he barely knew. Abernathy would tell him to shake it off, but JJ found he didn't care. It was nice to care and be cared for. He heard her muttered whisper in Russian and gave a soft smile, though he still gave no indication he understood. That was for later, when trust had been built.
"I am always happy to explore than be shown, My Lady. Makes things much more interesting. I find the tour guides never show you the secrets." He tilted his head in a small bow at her next words, smiling sweetly.
""As you wish. I know many dances, and I do so enjoy holding you." It was not a lie. He had found himself over the last twenty four hours craving closeness with his new bride, and he hoped that did not make him a fool.
 

thorspuddingcup

Asexual Librarian
L i l l y

Lidewij was watching some of the other couples, and Lilly thought she looked like she was deep in thought as she looked on. Did she know some of these people? Lilly looked away from the Domo and studied the group herself. No one really looked familiar, well except that actor rushing towards another man that was obviously not her husband. He was an actor, Lilly recognized him from his role on Suburra. Interesting, Lilly hadn't known he wasn't straight.

Her attention went back to her wife as a kiss was placed on her cheek and the two were led to their rooms by the domo. The way Lidewij could command the help with such cool and collected authority, it was kinda hot. Had Lilly scored herself a sugar mama? Hell if she knew. Picking up her bag and following Lidewij into the room Lilly let out a low whistle. This room was nice. Minus the fact an entire wall was missing. "What are we supposed to do if it rains? Get soaked?" Lilly set the bag down next to the bed and walked over to peer over the edge of the balcony. She would have to make sure she didn't get drunk and fall over the edge. It would be a pitiful way to go.

At the sound of Lidewij's voice Lilly turned to face her new wife and to see her stripping down to her undergarments and wading into the infinity pool. The view from their missing wall didn't compare to the view now in front of her. "Test the waters we shall!" Lilly grinned as she decided to strip down herself. She pulled the black sundress over her head and left it in a pile on the floor and stepped out of her sandals, dipping her toe into the water. Shivers went up her spine as she eased herself fully into the pool. There weren't camera's in here, were there? Lilly wouldn't put it past the crew to film their most intimate moments. The threw the thought over the edge of the infinity pool and dunked her head under the water, swimming forwards until she surfaced next to Lidewij. Smiling, she planted a kiss on Lidewij's lips, feeling brave. "Have I told you I love your hair?" Lilly said as the blonde tresses floated around them in the water. "I've always had a thing for blondes."

Location: Private Rooms
Interactions: Lidewij DarkiusHeavenstein DarkiusHeavenstein
Mentions: Dante
 

Veil Walker

Member
Aliria was so happy to Felix. He was so shy, but she loved that. She grinned as Felix turned bright red at her kiss. He would be shy because of his redness, but she loved it. She found herself falling for Felix. It was so easy for him to fight past her guards in a foreign land, and how could she deny that she was falling hard for him? He was sweet and kind and let her be who she was. She was terrified Felix would learn who she was. She was always moving to held the less fortunate countries. Felix was a lovely man, but how could he understand? Alirira had not only stood as a foreign agent, but she had paid for the immigrants to escape. So she giggles as Felix offered to carry her. Even though he didn't know, she had used him to smuggle those without hope. She was terrified he would want nothing to do with her.

Aliria smiled as he asked to carry her across the threshold. If he and his people found out, let them. Felix was kind and Aliria hoped he could forgive her, ever as he asked her to jump the threshold even as he wobbled and only barely lasted over the threshold. Aliria smiled at Felix as she pulled a broom from the closet.
"Now you have done your ceremony. In South Africa where I work, jumping over the broom is important, so jump with me. I love you, though you might be scared. If you ever love me the same, please jump the broom with me...."
 

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