revivalproject | [OTA & closed] At least the Venue is beautiful...

WHO: Jon, Tony for the closed thread & YOU
WHERE: Ivory Chapel
WHAT: Contemplations and other stuffs
WHEN: During the Eorzea event
WARNINGS: %
NOTES: Let's not forget that Jon has an outfit as well.

I - Lamenting [ closed to Tony ]

The chapel is beautiful. Large and open, white stone with big, colorful windows to let in as much sunlight as possible - All very much the opposite of most of the churches Jon remembers having visited in London. Not that he has ever been religious or a regular church goer, but he visited a few out of curiosity - Or while doing research. This chapel? Is simply beautiful. And quite possibly built to fulfill the purpose most people visit it for: To have a beautiful, a perfect, a memorable wedding. It's no wonder the place has their hands full and the waiting list is filled, but at least the place remains open unless a private ceremony is booked.

Jon has picked a time between ceremonies to sit in one of the back rows and simply take in the view and the atmosphere in the chapel while cleanup and redecorating are taking place in surprising silence. Professionals, indeed. He has sent Tony a message while he had been back on his ship, asking to meet him there. If only to show him the place.

II - Seagulls, the sea and and- A book? [ OTA ]

Having grown up at the ocean himself, Limsa Lominsa offers a certain familiarity to Jon and he can't deny that wandering the city and just taking in the seemingly endless waters around offers a certain kind of comfort and nostalgia. He even came across actual books in the market and picket one up despite the unfamiliar letters and language. The Eye and still having the communications expertise are two powerful tools to tear down such language barriers. Fortunately.

Having found himself a spot to sit near the water, accompanied by a couple of seagulls, Jon is flipping through the book, reading a few passages to himself before turning to one of the birds with a raised brow. "It's a collection of short stories." The seagull looks at him, uncomprehending. "I think I will record a few of these. And see what other books I can find here." A 'Squawk' from the seagull as it turns towards the sea and flies away, disturbed by the approaching presence of someone else. Jon turns his head to greet the person with a nod.

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Jon opens his mouth a few times to start arguing, but never really manages to get between Tony's words until the man pauses to breathe. "Flowers, food, music and everyone gets to enjoy themselves." No mandatory dates, sorry. And while he doesn't actively say it, Jon will frown at any inappropriate advances towards either of the Exos.

But for a moment he considers a different option. The beach unfortunately isn't really one anymore. "The library garden. We put a lot of work into it already..." A pause, but then Jon is quick to add: "We're not making everyone go through the maze and solve puzzles!" Their guests can do that for fun for all he cares, but he's not going to make that a requirement.

So far, that all sounded like encouragement of Tony's ideas, and to further expand on how they could be improved with food and music to ensure the romance was shared. He nodded, eyes narrowed thoughtfully in a way that must have looked dangerous, because he was wondering if any of the awful surprise effects of perfectly innocent looking leaves in Temba were an aphrodisiac. This way, he was primed to raise his eyebrows with intrigue at the suggestion of the garden, which Jon read seamlessly and had him pouting, finally discouraged. "You just want the animals there," he accused flatly.

The accusation puts a grin on Jon's face and he gives Tony a small pat to his shoulder for his very much anticipated pout. "They're part of the family, Tony." He counters playfully. "They will be present regardless where we go." Especially the ones that like to follow either of them around, which a few of them tend to do almost all the time. Some of the mothcats are incredibly talented of staying nearly undetected.

The dramatic roll of Tony's eyes to try to insist the mothcats were more a pest that invaded their home was rapidly derailed as Tony suddenly flushed mid-roll, overtaken by a giddiness that he couldn't really hide even with his lips pressed purposefully together, and he gave his own restless patting as he tried to figure out how to contain it in his hands as well. The solution ended up being Jon's face, which Tony took in both hands, thumbs still petting with pent up energy from the reminder that the wedding wasn't just a party they were planning. "You know what I actually think about the most, if I think about it, all of the time, kind of--It's dancing with you, after we do the whole thing, it's done, I keep thinking about that dance," he said. Maybe he could plan a whole event around making that image in his head a reality.

Having both of Tony's hands suddenly on his face with two thumbs... Kneading? Massaging? Stroking? Well, it's a strange shift. And one that guarantees that Jon's attention is entirely on Tony when the man shares these feelings of his.

Jon can't help but respond with a warm smile. This is important to Tony. And the restlessness of his hands only emphasizes that fact. "Glad to hear you're excited about it." Jon says, wrapping his arms loosely around Tony's waist. "I was about to wonder if I'd have to chase you down for that dance." Chase him down to make them both the center of attention again.

Right, other people would still be there, probably, that was probably worth worrying about, it was kind of different than the formal contract ceremony part, that was basically a business deal. Tony squinted thoughtfully, like he had to consider this very seriously to report, "Not the first one. The rest, you'll have to pay for." He let his fussing hands drop, mostly because he felt awkward about the focus now that he had made his confession and the only thing Jon had halfway admitted that Toy could tease him about was the mothcats, yet busy fingers alighting on Jon's elbows. "Any other reason to chase me?"

If Jon ever catches Tony referring to their wedding as a business deal, he will have to slap the man.

"Plenty of reasons." He admits instead, leaning closer in a way that forces him to tilt his own head back further if he wants to maintain eye contact. "And every time I catch you, I will make you kiss me. For everyone to see." If this wedding will turn into a cat and mouse game, Jon may at the very least ascertain his claim with every capture.

This new weapon that Jon was apparently harnessing might be effective at making Tony do a lot of things. It effectively delayed Tony's easy retort, anyway, mouth open and eyebrows raised and not entirely sure what to do with Jon looking up at him like it was a threat, and it was still heat dripping down his spine as he took Jon's arms more firmly to ground himself. "Focus," he accused, "I'm trying to ask you about our wedding, not your exhibitionist thing, listen, this is what I'm talking about, we can't see each other before the ceremony, you're insatiable."

And yet again only Tony would be referring to their love as a weapon.

He makes a pleasantly bemused little noise when Tony grasps his arms and doesn't even bother to try hiding his smug smirk. "Insatiable is not synonymous with irresistible, but we both know what you mean to say." Jon hums, wiggling his fingers behind Tony's back and giving him a single pat to indicate that Tony can release his arms now.

"Come on. Let's find something suitable to wear while we're here. I'm certain the next ceremony will start soon anyway."

While Tony did briefly pout with a reluctant squint up into the fractal of colours that Jon wanted them to leave, and was already opening his mouth to complain, he responded with his own pat to Jon's arm, then tug to turn him back down the aisle where Tony could follow close behind him. "Your ego is getting out of control, boss, that's dangerous, I can't imagine what that's like," he was defending, like Jon couldn't feel the hand tracing down the enticing line of his jacket, landing where it was fitted to his waist like nothing else Tony had seen him in, and circling like Tony was trying to measure. In the same breath, "Are you sure you don't want to stay and watch? Could get us further than 'at the library, you're a menace, still debating the nude dresscode'." Tony didn't really want to infringe on the intimacy of someone else's wedding, either, but he was looking over his shoulder back at where they had stood, letting Jon guide them out. It probably wasn't right for them, Jon was right. That still felt unfair. Getting this far had been hard enough, some part was supposed to be easy.

[OTA & closed] At least the Venue is beautiful...

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