The Private Agreement || An invite only forbidden romance

[Cydnezz]

¿? Maveryk ¿?

Maveryk smiled brightly as Jason took his hand, being ever so glad that she had. Granted they obviously had very little time and she couldn't respond like he would have wished. Most of his attention was clearly directed at his bride, but he couldn't help noticing how very hard the priest gripped her hand. He growled ever so slightly in the back of his throat and stepped a bit closer, clearly disapproving of the rough treatment of such a pretty girl. He locked his eyes onto Jasons face, and then onto the tiny bit of smeared blood along her lower lip. He raised his eyebrow and went to ask before closing his mouth with another smile. He'd have to ask later, that was for sure.

As the priest finally finished his short speech he was baffled as to his next move. He really had to kiss her? He wasn't against it, but he'd never kissed anyone before! As Jason spoke it shook him out of his mental anguish, and encouraged him to actually go through with it, even as hesitant as he was. After a deep breath, he leaned in to her, ever so slowly, before planting a small and sweet kiss on her cheek. He pulled back quickly and looked into her eyes bashfully, hoping to find approval instead of distaste. He flushed a deep crimson and pulled her a bit closer to him protectively, casting a hateful look towards the door which the priest had escaped into. "So... What happened between you and Father?" His voice was light and curious, without a trace of accusation. He'd known of Fathers stray ways for a long time, as he'd caught the old mans eyes lingering on his mother when he was there for his baptism as a boy. All around, as far as he was concerned, Father Matthew was a little to full of the holy wine they kept at the alter.

[Typical Aquarius]

Cady Maureen Trivion || 17 || bisexual || female

The priest came rather quickly in Cady's opinion, as she watched him speak to the group, then start moving to the couples individually. She waited, poised on the balls of her feet, as he walked over to her and Charles. She did as she was instructed when told to grab Charles' hands, after wiping them on her dress. When she was told, she took the rings from the priest, and slipped one on the boy's finger, standing still as he did the same to her. She didn't want to be the first one to kiss him, though, as the priest instructed them to do just that, she turned towards him, her face a little closer to his than she necessarily wanted. She leaned forward a little until she just barely grazed his lips, pulling back almost as if a hot coal had been pressed to them. She blushed a little and looked down, avoiding eye contact as much as she could.

James (Jamie) Abel Madison || 20 || bisexual || male

James couldn't help but feel righteously smug as he slipped a ring on Cyd's finger, effectively caging her in until death claimed one of them. Which, looking at her enraged and firey eyes, he guessed that might be sooner than he wanted. As the order was given to kiss their brides, Jason clenched his teeth, and leaned forward to deliver a bruising kiss to Cyd's already bloody, split, tender lips. He might have taken a little pleasure in the hope that it hurt her a little bit, and he was that much closer to getting her to listen to him, to make him the perfect wife. He knew that he was treading a dangerous path with her, walking the line over a deep chasm, halfway to safety on either side, but he didn't really care; he was willing to take the risk.

[Kess]

Chennowith Rose Leon || Seventeen || Straight || Kess

Chennowith gave the priest a smile she hoped looked real as he came over, but it vanished when he looked down at her chest. How dare he? He was a priest!

But Chennowith completely forgot about her dress as soon as the priest told everyone to kiss their betrothed. She blushed and leaned up towards Allister nervously, unsure what his reaction would be. "I understand if you don't want to kiss me, she whispered.

[Make_a__Scene]

Allister Dalton Carlisle

Time seemed to slow, lag, and things continued to drag on in a mere crawl of minutes. How long had it taken for the pastor to him and his bride? It seemed an exorbitant amount of time. In fact, Allister's teal eyes had drifted off, and he was busy examining the crucifix; it was something that he had seen all his life, practically the very icon of the Catholic church, but he'd never actually looked at it before. And now he found himself wondering things about it. Actually, more than anything he wondered about the other two men who were crucified along with Jesus; nothing was ever really said about them. Were they criminals who just had the privilege of breathing their last breaths in the presence of the world's saviour? Or were they falsely accused as well? Had they been taken into Heaven when Jesus rose and judged the dead? And if so many people could be wrong about persecuting Jesus, did that mean they could be wrong to prosecute Allister for being attracted to men? Robes suddenly swayed in front of his vision, blocking the crucifix, and he straightened himself.

When Father said the bit about kissing, Allister held back a wince. He'd kissed few girls and none of the experiences were ones that he had enjoyed. However, even though his back was to his parents, he could feel their anticipation and their scrutiny. His eyebrows rose a little at what Chennowith said. Now why would she say that? Why would she think that? It was impossible for her to know; no one outside of Allister's parents and servants knew... Oh. It could have been that she felt this whole arrangement was awkward; well, she seemed like a nice girl. And far from a whxre, belying her dress. Still, he felt that most men would take advantage of the situation anyway; men could be such pigs. With Chennowith leaning forward, and the weight on the balls of her feet - Allister was in fact quite a few inches taller - thoughts were erased from his mind and all he could think of was his father telling him not to embarrass them. That made him simmer. But he still pressed forward and placed an extremely fleeting peck on her lips. Standing up straight and smoothing an invisible wrinkle from his vest, he decided that the quick kiss was not so bad. It wasn't good, but it wasn't bad either. Besides, she seemed like a nice girl.

[Kess]

Chennowith Rose Leon || Seventeen || Straight || Kess

(I suppose I need to change her last name, then? Chennowith Rose Carlisle?)

Chennowith was only somewhat dissapointed with the quick kiss. On the one hand she had not expected him to kiss her at all; he seemed hesitant and unwilling to marry anyone. On the other, she had always envisioned her marriage ceremony when she was little and has imagined a beautiful, heartfelt kiss. Apparently, with the arranged marriage situation, that would not be possible. Allister had no desire to be married to her, she could tell. But Chennowith wouldn't mind being married to him. He seemed to be a gentleman, from what she could tell.

"I must admit," she began shyly, "I am delighted the matchmakers chose to pair you with me. You seem to be a very nice man, and I think we can make our marriage last and work for us." Chennowith just hoped she sounded sincere, because she was being 100% truthful.

[Tʜᴇ Fᴀʟʟᴇɴ Aɴɢᴇʟs]

Cady Maureen Trivion || 17 || bisexual || female

The priest came rather quickly in Cady's opinion, as she watched him speak to the group, then start moving to the couples individually. She waited, poised on the balls of her feet, as he walked over to her and Charles. She did as she was instructed when told to grab Charles' hands, after wiping them on her dress. When she was told, she took the rings from the priest, and slipped one on the boy's finger, standing still as he did the same to her. She didn't want to be the first one to kiss him, though, as the priest instructed them to do just that, she turned towards him, her face a little closer to his than she necessarily wanted. She leaned forward a little until she just barely grazed his lips, pulling back almost as if a hot coal had been pressed to them. She blushed a little and looked down, avoiding eye contact as much as she could.

.: Ɔнαяℓɛƨ Ɖαиιɛℓ Ѧαиƨσи :.

Charles looked at Cady when the priest came over. He looked at her as he listened to the priest and took her hands carefully, almost as if afraid she would burn him or something. He took one of the rings and slid it on her ring finger. He looked at her when the priest said to kiss, he leaned his lips against hers just barely, not even really pressing them to hers as he really didn't want to do this. He looked at her and pulled back quickly, seeing her blush. He didn't try and make any more eye contact then he absolutely had too. He wasn't one to be touchy and feely, if you did want affection from him he'd show it in private instead of out where everyone could see, and this was just hand holding kind of affection too. He glanced at her and was waiting to be told he could just walk out of the church and not look back.

[Cydnezz]

¤|¤|¤ Cyd Arufa ¤|¤|¤


Cyd rolled her eyes at the glare she received from the self righteous priest, and sighed darkly. He was of very little concern to her once she left, but then it hit her. She wouldn't be leaving. Not this time... She clenched her jaw and locked her gaze on a fresco of assorted angels. She knew them all well, and could tell their stories without hesitation. The scripture had been drilled into her from birth, though she'd learned to hate it thanks to the stupidity of so called 'Christians' who used it for their own good. Angels always had a special place though, especially the cherubs, for they were children.

She jerked away from the man as he grabbed her shoulder, though it did little to remove his hand from her flesh. She growled in frustration, as well as pain, and met his eyes with hateful fury. She knew she'd be seeing him again, and only hoped that she could shove his holy wine bottle so far up his a- She instantly recoiled as James kissed her. She had been so focused on the priest that she had nearly forgotten about him. She spit blood right into his face as he knee came up to slam right into his pelvis. She really hadn't intended for things to go like this, it was just instinctual. She sighed to herself and facepalmed, shaking her head at him. "Stupid fcking boy... I was trying to be nice to you! What the Hell are you trying to do?! Do you want to make me kill you?!" She sighed darkly and tried to herself and went to help him, but snarled at the lacing on her arms. 'Great. Fcking spectacular!' She shook her head a bit and pulled on the lacing again, trying to free herself to help her... Her... Husband...

[Kess]

(Bump! This RP mustn't die!!)

[Kess]

(Bump! This RP mustn't die!!

COME ON GUYS, this was one of my favorite roleplay! Where the heck is everyone!)