The wedding went off easily enough, because Tiberius would not allow the officiator to open the floor to objections. He had, in fact, threatened the man with physical death if he dared. Opening the floor to challenges would have needlessly drawn the ceremony out and quite possibly ended in at least one duel for honor. Ti simply did not have the energy for that. People were welcome to make their objections and misgivings known, during the reception.

The reception was Ti's pride and joy anyway. A large tent had been set up between the villa and the beginning of the vineyard proper, allowing for access to bathrooms and the kitchens, for the staff. Two receiving areas had been set up, one for Ti and Sofia, and one for Bobby and Leo, with the party proper to be held in between.

The open bar had cost a small fortune, and that was not including the wine being supplied from the cellars. The staff had worked through the night to try and make sure there was enough food, since they, too, had been invited to the gala event.

The air in the tent was heavy with the smells of rich foods, liquor, cigar, and cigarette smoke. It smelled like a party. A party that could get rowdy, which is why both Stathos and Thelka had taken up a position off to the side of Ti and Sofia's receiving area.

The two manticores, having hit it off quite nicely over the course of the last week, kept an eye on things, even as they tolerated and welcomed conversation and contact with the party guests. As Stathos had explained to Thelka, many of the guests were mortals and had never seen their kind before.

The music was provided by DJ and a dance floor had been set up to one end of the tent. Ti had continued to buck tradition a little, insisting that there would be no 'first dance,' pointing out that any 'first' dancing as husband and wife that he and Sofia did was going to involve no clothes. Problem solved.

This reception was to be a celebration, a joyous event. The manticores have standing instructions that there will be no yelling or fights, or they could eat the offenders. It had been almost two thousand years since Tiberius had even thought of marriage, no one was going to ruin this one.


ooc notes of doom: First, the wedding parties thank you for coming. Please, no fighting. This thread is bendy/slow time and pretty much open to anyone. If you know anyone on either of the wedding parties, you received an invitation. If not, party crashing is fine, the more the merrier.

Please label your comments, so we know who's who. As your pups arrive, make a new thread for them, introducing them, so people can find them. There will be two receiving line threads set up, go there to say hi to the couples. A gifts thread, for those who brought them, will also be set up. (Thanks, Marius mun for catching that) Then, have fun.

The area is big enough that private conversations are possible without leaving, just mark your threads appropriately. If you do take something to another journal, please don't f-lock it and link back here and use the tag 'Immortal Marriage'. Your consideration in this is appreciated as the wedding parties would like a full record of their nuptials.

I will make an ooc thread, as well, for any questions you might have. And have fun!

He steered Max over to the stand of trees and climbed off. His hands went to Sofia's hips and he helped her down and into his arms. He didn't worry about the horse going too far, he was a well trained beast.

Her feet held off the ground, he pressed her against the rough bark of the tree and started kissing her neck. He growled low in his throat, knowing full well the effect the sound had on her.

He knew that this was an excuse for Sofia to go into town, she had told him as much. But he has also promised to teach Melinda how to ride. All joking aside about which end was the front, he was looking forward to going out and riding with someone who had not ridden before.

He had decided, late the evening before, that he would take Nikki, instead of Max. He was certain Max would understand. Before going to collect Melinda from her room, he had Nikka and Moira, the Walking Horse he wanted her on, saddled and brought to the front of the house.

He stood in front of the door to her room and knocked curtly.

With her scooped against his chest, he carried her into the house. Ti was well aware of their house guest, but figured that Melinda expected this sort of behavior after their trip into town. How could he not take advantage of his betrothed's new tongue pierce. He was old, but not a fool.

Once they were inside, he kicked the bedroom door open, then shut behind them. Locked in a deep kiss with her, he sat down on the bed, then laid back, keeping her on top of him. It was the way he preferred for them to get started. It gave him the best view and her the most access. It seemed to work just fine for them both.

Limited interactions. Character needs some looking at. Done.

He was frustrated by his day. First Leo, then Pan, and Tiberius was ready to live up to the nickname he had been given so long ago. His stable hand, the vineyard staff, even the horses, no one wanted to be too near him as he slammed things around in his tack room. He was working the leather of his saddle again, using the simple motions to try and calm himself.

It was not working at all.

When there was nothing more he could do with the saddle, he put it in its place and left the room. Once he was outside, he was greeted by the slightly nervous nickering of the horse. That sound cut through him. He could not rile his animals, they had done nothing wrong. He went the other way around the stable and out into the small meadow that separated the stable from the vineyard.

He sat down in the grass, then laid back. With his eyes closed, he called to her. "Dearest, come to me."

ooc: From here

Tiberius looked around a moment, then shrugged. They were on his land, in the middle of a meadow. The only audience they were likely to have were the horses, and they were very indifferent about some things. The fact was, the horses were unlikely to judge how out of practice he was, or how inexperienced she was.

He tightened his arms around her and gave her a much more thorough kiss, his tongue moving against her lips, gently requesting admittance.