Bliss

[Danielle Raven]

Danielle lay on the hot sand of Eden Island, loving the feeling of the sun on her skin. She'd always loved the sun, thought hat wasn't why they'd picked the Seychelles Islands. They were far from anyone, far from family, far from home. It was just she and Gabrian. She wished it could always be that way. Danielle couldn't actually remember being this happy, not in a long time. They were staying in a villa, right by the beach, no muggles nearby. The past few days had been a blur; the preparation, the wedding. She'd asked that Donavon give her away, he'd cared more for her than her Father ever had. Rupert Howard hadn't even seemed to care. Her actions had caused a bit of a stir though, and she wasn't sure that Gabrian's family had appreciated the gesture. She didn't care though, Danielle didn't give an iota about anyone's opinion other than her husband's. That word made her tingle. She'd married Gabrian Raven. Better, she loved Gabrian. Danielle had never really thought that could happen. She'd always found it hard to let people in, but Gabrian had worked at it. She adored him, though she still sometimes found the words getting stuck in her throat. Ridiculous, she knew, but she still waited for him to realise what a terrible choice he'd made, though they'd been together for so long. It was strange, as a child she'd imagined her wedding day; the dress, the trappings, never the bridegroom. Strange, that when the day had actually come, she'd just wanted it to be over, she'd just wanted her life with Gabrian to begin; the wedding had meant nothing, it was that one moment of promising to love him that would stay with her. She wouldn't remember what song they'd danced to, what words her brother had spoken. She'd spent the day looking into a pair of dazzlingly blue eyes.

Where was Gabrian? She rose up on her elbows, her beautiful features marred by a confused frown. She stood in one swift motion, brushing sand from the black kimono she wore over a white bikini. She walked back toward the villa, peeking into the kitchen. Ever since that one disastrous attempt she'd made, Gabrian had banned her from attempting to cook. She didn't mind, he could cook, and they had house elves for that sort of thing. On the table was a magazine, a muggle one. She recognised it; the fact that she'd been married was in it. She was a model, or rather had been, she wasn't sure if she wanted to go back to it. thankfully, they'd gotten no pictures. She hated the idea that her marriage would be read about by muggles. They hadn't managed to get Gabrian's name either. "Gabrian?" she called out, dropping the offending pages back onto the table. The place was big, but her voice would travel. "I'm in the kitchen, careful or I may start cooking!" she laughed, jumping to sit on the counter.

 

[Gabrian Raven]

Gabrian had never been to the Seychelles Islands, but he had let Danielle pick the destination, seeing as he had taken care of the majority of the wedding, and so left all of the Honeymoon up to her. The wedding had gone well, considering how horrible the last wedding was - the only hiccup was the unconventional leading of the bride, with Danielle's father not being involved. Gabrian didn't mind, however - he knew her family quite well by now, and felt that it was more appropriate for her brother to lead her, as well. Really, he didn't quite care who was guiding her, because in the end the result was the same. They were married. They were on their honeymoon. Nothing was going to go wrong. Especially since they were nice and alone in their villa, and he had no concerns relating to work or family to tax their time together. This was, after all, what Honeymoons were for, so he was told.

Whilst he liked the sun, he also appreciated not getting burnt, and whilst his skin was rather resilient from years of playing Quidditch in the heat, it was better safe than sorry. However, he stopped when he heard his wife call out, and was about to respond when he laughed instead. Dear Merlin, not after the last attempt - that had been a proper nightmare, and it drew him out immediately. Thongs on his feet, a towel around his shoulders, and a completely bemused face complimented his swimming trunks as he puttered over to the kitchen to rescue it, should it be needing him.

"Admittedly, whiled we're not near the poverty line, I would really hate the bill should you blow up the kitchen, my dearest," he said, putting his hands on her arms and leaning her forward slightly to steal a kiss. "Not to meant all the legal ramifications of you burning down the villa." He was a lawyer for his job, he didn't need it creeping into his Honeymoon. "Now that you've got my attention, what did you need? I was thinking of going for a swim after you've finished bathing, and maybe doing that walk to the shallow water, and having a picnic. What do you think?"
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[Danielle Raven]

How many years would it be before the sight of Gabrian Raven stopped exciting her? She didn't look forward to it. It had taken her so long to accept the fact that he just loved her, for her. He'd fallen for Danielle Howard, now Raven. She was proud to be a Howard, simply due to the name's reputation, but she didn't feel any loyalty to the name. Gabrian was the centre of her world. His laugh was her favourite sound, or was it his voice when he said her name? She smiled as he kissed her, unable to remember the last time she'd been this happy. Laughing aloud, she put a hand on her husband's cheek, stroking his perfect face. When he asked what she needed, she grinned in response; "Only you." she replied, leaning forward to kiss him once more. Merlin, she'd never grow tired of simply being with him. It was Gabrian who'd taught her that love didn't need to be dramatic, or complicated. Love could simply be the fact that their presence made everything better, that seeing them made you smile. He was her favourite person in the world.

"I think that will be perfect." she added, slipping off the counter to rest her hands on Gabrian's shoulders. "I'm so very glad that I married you Mr. Raven." She could just look at him forever. Her husband. Why hadn't the beauty of that word never occurred to her before. "Well, if we're having a picnic, we'll need food." she smiled, slipping out of reach and heading behind the counter. "And, considering it'll be lunch foods, no... cooking, or... fire...." she challenged, raising her eyebrows. She began searching through cabinets for something to put food in. She wasn't stupid enough to consider preparing something complicated, but she wasn't so incompetent that she could't pack up some fruit, maybe some wine. As she moved through the kitchen, she found herself sneaking looks at Gabrian; he was the chef in the family. Family. Strange, that Gabrian was her family now. Strange, and yet it somehow felt inevitable.

 

[Gabrian Raven]

Gabrian nuzzled the hand on his cheek kindly, before watching her as she moved around the kitchen. It was no secret between then - Gabrian was kitchen master, mostly because they all knew what would happen if Danielle had control. He was happy to let her manage most aspects of their life together, but... well, cooking wasn't her strongest suit, and he rather liked not dying from food poisoning. "I'll start some sandwiches." And he too, began roaming around the kitchen for ingredients to start preparing whilst his beloved found fruit and drinks for them. In the end, he fetched a basket to place everything in, and had numerous sandwiches made, cut and wrapped. Between the two of them they probably wouldn't eat all of them, but he always felt that having extra was better than running out.

He grabbed two wine glasses as he swept up the basket and kissed his wife's cheek whilst he was at it. "Come, Missus Raven, it's time to start of very leisurely walk in the sunshine." He would never forget the excited feeling he got in the pit of his stomach by being able to call her that. There were, naturally, other Missus Ravens', but this particular Missus Raven was the most beautiful of them all.
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[Danielle Raven]

She just loved looking at him. He was so beautiful, not just handsome, but beautiful. He just moved like he knew exactly what he was going at all times. She gathered together various bits and pieces, one eye on Gabrian as she packed away strawberries, blueberries, apples, oranges, pears, and some slices of melon. Melon was always good for hydration, especially in heat like this. She made sure to have some sun-cream at hand also; neither she nor Gabrian were particularly tanned. For the wine, she'd pulled out a nice gamay. It was her mother's favourite red, and ideal for a picnic. "Wow, we have enough for at least six. Hope you're hungry." she laughed as she loaded the food into the basket. She would carry the wine, lest it break in the basket.

The feel of his lips on her cheek brought a smile to her face, "Hmm, Missus Raven. I like that." she murmured, linking her arm through Gabrian's as they left the villa. The sun was still high. The area was deserted, they had the beach to themselves. After a few minutes of walking, she paused, grinning mischievously up at her spouse. "You mentioned a swim earlier..." she remarked, taking the basket from his hand and putting it on the sand. Beside it, she placed the wine. "I'll race you," and she was off, discarding her kimono halfway down the beach to sprint into the water. It was pleasantly cool against her skin. She laughed aloud at the feeling, kicking at the water and throwing her arms in the air.

 

[Gabrian Raven]

Gabrian smiled as he watched her pack, and laughed with her. "Famished," he assured her, folding the basket closed once everything was stacked neatly. She was right, it probably was enough for six people, but the Italian didn't mind. He had an appetite, but even he wouldn't eat everything in the basket - it was a decision for a later time. For now, he was interested in getting them outside and enjoying the sunshine. The villa was lovely, with its tiled floors cooling them off after some basking, but he saw villas all the time. He didn't always get to see white beaches and crystal shores. The location was perfect, in his eyes, and he was already looking around the area, and places similar, for a holiday home for them to have and use whenever they felt like it.

They walked in a comfortable silence, something that Gabrian was very happy to experience. Too often people tried to fill silence with useless words, when the blond man very much appreciated his moments of quiet to just share with someone. As his wife took the basket, he regarded her with suspicion and rolled his eyes as she ran off. Realistically, he could catch up to her very easily, but he let her go and kept to a calm jog until he reached the water. His skin prickling, he approached his partner and sneered at her playfully. "Winner gets dunked," he concluded, scooping her up bridal-style and anchoring her head toward the water, but not quite letting her fall just yet. "Unless," he added, his grin becoming Cheshire. "You admit that you're a cheater and stole that head-start for yourself."
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[Danielle Raven]

This was a side of Danielle that not many people got to see. This playful, uninhibited woman would be a stranger to those who'd worked with her or went to school with her. This was what Gabrian brought out in her. She never felt the need to perform with him, she simply was. As he joined her in the water she smiled, an exclamation escaping her lips as she was suddenly off her feet. "I'm not sure I like the sound of that." she grinned, wrapping her arms around his neck, ready to pull him under with her should the need arise. The blonde didn't particularly mind if she did end up in the water. One of the perks of having been in a relationship with Gabrian for so long was that he had seen her at varying levels of attractiveness. Though, to be fair, Danielle at her worst wasn't particularly unattractive. She still laughed at the memory of the time she'd attempted to cook dinner for her. At the time it hadn't been funny, but everything looked better retrospectively.

"It's not my fault you weren't quick enough off the mark." she replied sticking her tongue out cheekily, a mischievous grin lighting up her features. The rush of cold water around her was almost worth it as she pulled down with all her strength to force her husband to join her in the cool blue. The water was incredibly refreshing, prompting Danielle to stay beneath the surface. She pushed herself out further into the water, popping back up as she was about to run out of breath. "Oh wow, that's lovely." she laughed, she could still stand in the water where she was so she lay back, allowing herself to float.

Out of Character:

Some Godmodding, I can change it if you wish.

 

[Gabrian Raven]

Gabrian narrowed his eyes at her as her arms wrapped around his neck, knowing her game. He wasn't planning on getting dunked today if he could get away with it. He loved his new wife dearly, but a face full of salt water really wasn't what he wanted to have to deal with, today. He had planned that they would be sitting in the sand eating, and whilst he loved a swim and could handle sand getting on his legs, having it sit and scratch on his cheeks and get stuck in his hair was a nightmare waiting to happen and certainly not a desired activity on their honeymoon. At her cheek, he decided that, risk or not, he'd dunk her. He said he would, and so he did, and he exclaimed in defiance as she pulled him down with her, ending in a large splash as they both fell under the waves where he released her enough for her to decide when she came back up for herself.

The Italian resurfaced before his love, and he ran his fingers through his hair to push it back, and smiled at her when she joined him. He held her ankles as she rested back to float so that she wouldn't float too far from him, and he squeezed them affectionately. "It is. You picked well." Exceedingly well. Clear blue skies, white sand, crystal blue ocean - it was truly a paradise and he doubted he would have been able to pick a better location. He gently pushed her forward by the feet, and tugged her backwards. "Are you ready to come to shore?" he asked, looking at their basket. "It won't sit there forever, you know."
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