Realistic or Modern Silverwood Home for the Engaged

[Aura]

Sometimes a family's fortune needs some extra help to be managed... even if the methods are unusual.


Welcome to Silverwood, a beautiful estate designed to help strengthen bonds between the financially elite and their beloved. On paper, the estate is beautiful and the programs are designed to build trust and communication... but the twisted truth to Silverwood's necessity and success is that those who arrive at Silverwood never do so willingly and that the engagements are essentially between strangers whose parents have arranged them with their empires in mind. Welcome to Silverwood, how will you cope with being betrothed to a stranger?

 

[StarshipsFanfics]

I would like to do this!

 

[Aura]

@Floating-Kite


@Wynn


@KaiaWolf

Theo
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He hadn't been expecting anything slovenly when his parents had shipped him off to Silverwood, but when the mansion appeared on the horizon he involuntarily raised an eyebrow. Despite all of the mansions that he had graced with his presence over the years he was still moderately impressed with the appearance of the mansion. It was clearly old and the stones showed this though the touches of modernity such as the fountain or the Bugatti parked on the expansive driveway identified the old mansion as prestigious.


"We're here, Master Lockwood," Roger murmured and his butler's dark eyes flickered up to meet his using the rear-view mirror.


Theo sighed and ran a hand through his dark styled hair, "Funny, Roger. I thought that this was just a gas station that we were stopping at."


"No need to be sour, sir," Roger replied humorlessly. Roger had never exactly been good at understanding sarcasm despite Theo's heavy use of the humour device. Roger pulled the Porsche up behind the Bugatti and threw the vehicle into park before he hopped out. Theo tucked his cell phone into his pocket and tossed on a pair of sunglasses before Roger opened the door for him. The cell phone was admittedly useless... he was supposed to be falling hopelessly in love while he was here so contact to others was heavily regulated by Silverwood... they wouldn't let him take his butler and they also jammed the cell phone towers. If he was to be talking to women while here it was either going to be his mother on a landline or to his future wife...


Aidan Forester. The name wasn't a bad one, it certainly didn't hold a candle to his given name Phineas Theodore Lockwood, but it still left a sour taste on his tongue. He had only ever had one official girlfriend in his life, an Italian model named Iliana Vespucci, but it had only taken three months to realize that he was not boyfriend material. There were too many beautiful women to settle for just one... although his parents were now forcing him to bind himself to one. Supposedly, he was supposed to jump from a man who had had one three-month relationship to a happily wedded one-woman man with just one stay at Silverwood... but it was less about just the rings and the ceremony. Theo knew it was about the Lockwood empire behind the scenes... but he was fine with that. Ordinarily, Margaret and Phineas Lockwood would be loathe to see him with someone from a family less established like Aidan's, but apparently Aidan's mother, Morgan White, was very persuasive and had convinced his parents that Aidan was fierce and intelligent enough to keep their son's grubby hands from crashing it all into the ground.


Roger pulled two large bags from the trunk of the Porsche and Theo stepped forward towards Silverwood. Let Aidan do all of the hard work managing the expansive Lockwood empire... he knew that it would be just a paper marriage and that his parents and Aidan wouldn't be enough to keep his hands off of his own money.


"Good-bye, Master Lockwood," Roger said and he smirked before dropping the two bags to the ground before retreating back to the Porsche. Theo's lips split into an identical smirk as he watched his butler peal out of the driveway. It was a weak display of defiance, but forcing Theo to carry his own bags into the house was the most aggressive thing that Roger had ever done to him. Theo slung a bag over his shoulder and entered the mansion which was even more beautiful on the inside than on the outside. The ceilings soared high above and the floor was sleek and shining marble that led up to a flight of stairs which was draped in a pristine swath of red carpet that ran directly up the middle and to the door.


"I'll take your bags to your room Master Lockwood," a pretty young employee said with a bright smile, "Please grab your name tag off of the table and turn down towards the East wing," she motioned right, "And get yourself settled in the common room. You're the first one here, so make yourself comfortable."


"I'd need less clothing to really be comfortable," he said and winked at the woman who immediately turned around expressionlessly before disappearing up the stairs. Theo shrugged, despite being fabulously wealthy he still sometimes faced rejection though he never took it personally. He grabbed his name tag off of the table and swiped a nearby black marker to scratch out "Phineas" and "Dore" to leave just "Theo" surrounded by a sea of black to mask his name. Aidan probably already knew him as Phineas, but he didn't particularly want anyone else to know.


He retreated towards the common room and sighed in relief when the room had an admirable liquor cabinet and he quietly poured himself a neat glass before draping himself across a couch to wait for the others. He took a deeper swig of his drink upon realizing that he was waiting for his future wife to arrive.

Everett

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Everett's stomach churned as he drove up to Silverwood and he swallowed heavily while simultaneously trying to catch his breath. What was going to happen first? Was he going to choke on his own tongue or puke? Pleasant thoughts... it wasn't going to be that bad. All he had to do was meet his... wife... and... marry her... and....


Everett thankfully had reached the driveway and he could justify stopping his car. A male figure was retreating inside and an impressive looking Porsche was roaring out of the driveway. The male figure was impressively built, clearly he spent most of his time at the gym or something like that. He was probably like most of the people that he would meet during his time at Silverwood. Clearly, he had been driven here and likely by a member of his staff, while Everett had opted to drive his own car here... a beautiful cherry-red 2004 Dodge Stratus... not exactly the same high-brow vehicles that the others would drive. They probably had never gone to a public school like he had either.


He slammed the car door behind him before deciding that he pitied them. He had always hated this extravagant and needlessly opulent lifestyle where people were deliriously obsessed with trying to impress one another. Deciding how much he pitied these people made him feel suddenly better about the whole ordeal. He had grown up in a much simpler way and he knew that his father loved him... in fact, this bizarre engagement was his father's way of showing his love. He had never been intended to take over for his father... but that before Seth... had died. Now, he was going to take over in Seth's stead but he wasn't blind enough to see what his father could see and that he was going to need help. He would have preferred to choose his own help, but he could see the merits of having help.


That's where Briar came in. She came from similar stock and she apparently was ambitious when it came to her family's empire which was what Everett needed for his father's technological empire. A woman like Briar did not help for free and could not be outright hired... not that you could trust anyone that could be hired to manage a growing empire. Before Everett had told his father that he wanted to inherit the empire, his father had been planning to sell it off because he didn't think it would be his family's business if it was ran by another.


He took a calming breath... maybe they would get along? Hah, who was he kidding? She was probably just as conceited and self-absorbed as any other wealthy person that he had met, but he was willing to at least meet her before coming to that conclusion. He grabbed the small duffel bag he had stuffed full of his clothing and the guitar case that he had brought along before heading inside.


"Ah, Master Hastings. Please let me take your belongings. You can grab your name tag off of that table and if you head down the east wing," followed by a motion in the right direction as he reluctantly passed her his belongings, "and you can wait for the rest of Silverwood's new guests to arrive."


"Where should I park?" he asked as he swiped his name off of the table. It was the most pretentious-looking name tag that he had ever seen in his life. All of the name tags were written in a swirling dark font that was lined in a fine gold colour. He felt a slight relief when he saw that Briar's name was still sitting on the table, he still had some time to collect and ready himself for... meeting his soon-to-be-wife. He then clipped it to his shirt and walked down the hall before turning into the right room. The signs helped or he surely would have gotten lost.


"Hey," the man that he had seen earlier said as he entered the room. He had a glass of alcohol and he was sprawled out across a couch looking about as comfortable as if he had been born and raised in this mansion. Everett considered sitting near the man, he read the name-tag and saw that his name was Theo though a considerable portion of his name had been drawn out, but he decided to press himself against a wall. When he was younger he had been constantly anxious, but he still occasionally found himself feeling that way and having to meet the woman who was going to marry in order to inherit his father's technological empire that he didn't want until his brother had died might make normal people feel anxious also.

 

[Zelda18]

Felix


Felix's eyes widened as his driver pulled up in front of the fountain before the sizable mansion, mildly impressed. Living here certainly wouldn't have been such a chore if it weren't for the purpose. "Sir?" Felix's head snapped up as his driver opened his door, his free arm already holding both of his heavy bags. Suppressing a sigh, he stepped out of the Range Rover and took his luggage before Peter could object. "I'd like to go in alone," he muttered, turning on his heel and taking long strides towards the front door. The door opened before he could ring the doorbell, a girl stepping aside and lifting his sizable bags from his arm effortlessly. "Your name tag is here, sir," she said as he walked in. "If you'll follow this hallway to the east wing, you may wait with the others." With that, she left quickly, leaving him alone in the hallway. He pinned his name tag on, noticing that the tag for "Mya" was still on the table.


He had no hope that his future wife would be anything but the spoiled, stuck-up type. He hadn't even bothered to look her up, though of course he'd heard her name. His father had told him he'd might as well get it over with...


Scowling at the memory, he entered the east wing. A few other guys were waiting. The liquor cabinet in the corner was starting to look tempting, but it wouldn't do to meet his wife for the first time with a drink in his hand, now would it? Ignoring the looks he could feel on him, he sat on the end of the lavish couch and tried not to think about what was happening.


Nico


Nico was practically bouncing in his seat as they pulled in front of the mansion. He allowed Rex to gather his bags and lead him to the front door, only half-listening to the girl who handed him a name tag and instructed him down the hallway before whisking off with his luggage.


He clutched the fancy name tag in his hand as he made his way to the east wing. Everyone knew that Eight Burnstein was gorgeous. He wasn't as much concerned with her money, as his father was. He highly doubted that he'd even marry her, despite how much money his father had put into making this match. If he pressed the issue, he'd eventually get his way. This would just be a break from hockey, something to pass the months until training started again.


There were several guys in the well-lit room, a few looking very uncomfortable. Where were the girls? The other men looked like they might be thinking the same thing as he sat on an empty love seat, clumsily pinning his name tag to his jacket.

 

[Wynn]

Briar


Briar’s eye slightly twitched when the end of her pencil broke for the seventh time, She tossed her sketchbook and the sad excuse for a pencil back in her bag then sighed. She looked out the window and her mood became even sourer as Silverwood came in to view. She was actually doing this…She was going to get married.


Usually when stuff like this happened she could find a way to get out of it like, Spill hot soup on the guys pants, Grossing him out or like the last guy her mom set her up with who got uncomforting too close- Imprinting the bottom of her stiletto heel in the guys face. And her mom always had the same reaction and told her the same things over and over. “ Why are you so ungrateful?!” Her mom would scream, It wasn’t being ungrateful not to her anyway. Anyone with who had any respect for themselves wouldn’t put up with such spoiled, conceited assholes. But this time It wasn’t some blind date …none of those things would really work.


As her driver pulled up near the door of the mansion she leaned back on the seat, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Hearing the door open she grabbed her bag and got out the car. “ I wish you good luck Ms. Rose “Her driver said as he handed her luggage to her. This caused Briar to smile and give the old man a hug. Max was always her favorite, breaking the hug she patted Max on the shoulder “ Thanks, I’m really going to need it” She grabbed her luggage and walked in to the building sighing once again as a young woman took her bags and pointed to the table with her name tag. Briar walked to the room adjusting her nametag and looked around noticing she was the first girl there. “ Great…” She muttered.

 

[Hoax]

"I will kill her one day, I swear." Aidan grumbled, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. The car was too hot, too stuffy, and far too fancy for her liking. The smell of new-car and perfumed leather assaulted her nose, making Aida's somersaulting stomach continue into various other kinds of gymnastics. Her mother had -of course- insisted upon getting a driver for the blonde, much to her displeasure and the disgust of her senses.


But the driver herself was simply a driver, so she decided to not take her frustrations out on the poor woman. She was just being payed to drive, not to deal with Aida's temper-tantrums about her mother.


Sighing deeply and turning her attention to the scenery flashing by outside her window, Aidan mused over her current situation. She was to be… Married. For real. In real life. Today.


That in itself was a terrifying concept, but she pushed it aside to focus on the more important thing. Not only was she getting married, she was getting married to none other than Phineas Theodore Lockwood III.


Bleck. Already, Aida had started to dislike the guy. And she had to get married to him? Hopefully, he wouldn't be the "Rich boy" stereotype she currently imagined, and actually have a workable personality. Really, as long as she got space from time-to-time and he wasn't horribly sexist, maybe things would be relatively alright. Maybe she wouldn't end up wanting to punch the guy.


Maybe...


But as the car pulled up to the enormous building, the young woman's frown only deepened. The mansion itself was immense, though really didn't appeal to Aidan's tastes. Such over-the-top expensive things really grated on her sense of self, and it made her wonder just how much money went into a single stone on the immaculately kept fountain in the center.


Aida was already extremely uncomfortable, and she hadn't even gotten out of the car yet.


Quietly thanking the driver who gave a pleasant "It's no trouble, Miss Forester. I'll take your bags in for you." in return, Aidan sighed at the help and advanced towards the building.


The inside was just as lavish as the outside, if not considerably more so. Blinking at the sudden transition from the outdoors, she gave a quick smile to the woman who immediately greeted her, handing her a name-tag.


"Follow this hall to the common room and settle in. The other guests shouldn't take long to arrive." She said, motioning off in another direction. Aidan nodded and slid off, attaching the fanciful name-tag to her jacket.


Walking into the room revealed that a considerable number of others had already arrived, making her pause in the doorway. A sudden wave of anxiety washed over her, and a quick scan of the name-tags she could see revealed that her… Husband? No, the term just terrified her more… Her fiancé, was already there.


"So… You're the guy I'm marrying, huh?" Aiden said bluntly, eyes flicking to the man in front of her in a curious once-over.

 

[Aura]

@Floating-Kite @Karma200


-This roleplay needs consistent responses so that it doesn't get dragged down. It isn't fair to whomever your partner is to have to wait for days to be able to respond again. The rules mentioned that one response for every 48 hours is required. This is your warning/check-up. You have 24 hours to either write a response (or to send me a message explaining why I should give you an extension) or your characters will be replaced by another. Thanks.

 

[Karma200]

Mya tapped her fingers against the steering while the lowered window blew her long orange brown hair all around her. "Give you what you want" by Avril Lavigne blaster through the radio while she sang along. Her hazel green eyes watched the road while she ignored a car full of people shouting out at her. She gave them a quick wave before turning into the right lane and going faster because of the lack of cars. Mya hated driving on the freeway, the cars always went faster then they were supposed to because of the lack of cameras and police.


Actually, driving point blank period irritated her but then again it gave her a sense of pride. She enjoyed being able to do things on her own, always made her feel better about herself. To be truthfully honest, Mya only signed up for this engagement thing because she knew that there was no way she'd fine someone suitable for her. She'd grow old alone and die alone... when she thought about it, it really seemed sad and made Mya think her life through over and over again. Who wanted to truly grow old by themselves? In the near future Mya wanted children, wanted to be able to give them a life she never had but... wait, what if she was a horrible mother? Her career would certainly not give her a lot of time so what if that ruined her marriage? Oh man, thinking everything through really made things worse huh?


"Way to go Mya," She muttered to herself.


Finally making it to the large mansion, what if her husband wanted to live in a large home? That would be a problem because big huge houses had always scared Mya which is why even though she has money, she's only ever lived in a 2 bedroom house within a quiet neighborhood. Though, Mya was sure he wouldn't want to live with neighbors who were all old. Living around old people always made Mya calm because they usually never really knew who she was or even really cared. Plus, they were always good friends to have with all the knowledge and wisdom they acquired. Getting out of her car, Mya ran a hand through her hair to fix what the wind had done but it didn't take long for the silky strands to go back into their natural slight curls.


Reaching into the back of her 4x4 Ford truck and took the heavy luggage out, letting it drop on the cement floor. It was either that or allowing herself to get back problems some time in the future. Locking the truck, Mya slammed it shut before making her way up to the front door with her suitcase in tow. Her eyes widened a bit when the door swung open and a woman appeared.


"Please take your name tag and follow me, right down this hallway is were the others are waiting,"


Mya did what she was told and picked up the sticker with her name on it, peeling off the back and sticking it on the upper part of her jeans. It would be easy to see in her regular jeans and tank top that she had on, there had been no need to dress up all pretty or fancy. Maybe that was the wrong choice? Walking down the hallway the woman had pointed to her, she found plenty of people in there.


"So who's the dude I'll be marrying?" She muttered to herself as she took her time looking at each name tag.

 

[kira blackthorn]

Eight crossed her arms over her chest staring out the window as they drove toward the cursed house. Her feet swung hitting her drivers seat and doing little to sooth her anger. Why was her father doing this? It's not like she was totally out of control. She didn't do drugs or hurt others. All she did was steal and maybe get job's illegally and old that may sound bad but she met others her age that did much worse. Frankly she didn't think she deserved to be forced into a marriage with a man she never met just for that. There is other ways to get her to take over the company.


No, there isn't.


Oh, shut up mind! Eight shouted in her head scrowling. Why was her mind so contradicting? Did everyone deal with minds like hers or was she just special? She hoped so. She liked being special. So lost in though she didn't notice them arrive at the accursed house until the driver spoke. His voice came out grumbled and annoyed. "We have arrived miss. "


"Finally. " Eight mumbled as she hurried out of the car. She may not want to go into the cursed house or be here at all but doesn't mean she wanted to sit in that confining silent car any longer. Grabbing her old tan bookbag that was covered in ribbons and buttons and suitcase she headed into the house, ignoring the car as it drove off, and was greeted at the door by another woman."Please take your name tag and follow me, right down this hallway is were the others are waiting,"


"Oh, great. I guess the meet and greet is starting early. I hope there's some alcohol to drink. " She mumbled disappointed that she didn't get to change into something completely scandalous. Maybe then her hubby wouldn't want to do this. Instead all she was wearing was dark blue overralls over a white and red striped tank top, tights with holes in them, and ankle length combat boots. Not scandalous at all. Snatching up the sticker with her name on it and sticking it to her left cheek she headed for the room avenue was told to go to. There she found a whole such of people. Setting her bags down she cupped her mouth. "Which one of you are my new hubby?"

 

[Wynn]

Briar


Briar calmed a bit after the other girls walked in. Now it's not as 'awkward' she thought to herself. She looked around the room for one person in particular and found him. Everett Hastings.


This is the guy she was going to marry. Briar sighed and looked at him, He was good looking but that was the very least of her worries. Unfortunately she couldn't walk over to him and extend her hand and say " Hello I'm Briar, before you say anything please tell me.. Are you a conceited jerk?" Yea..not a good way to start she thought smiling.


Her smile dropped a little when she remembered how her mother praised him, prettying him up like she did with other guys. Briar gave another sigh as she walked towardEverett. ' happy thoughts Briar, Happy thoughts' She chanted to herself. When she got close to him she extended her hand and gave him a small smile " Hello Everett, I'm Briar it's very nice to meet you".

 

[Zelda18]

Felix


Felix regretted not getting that drink as Mya walked in. He'd seen the singer on the news from time to time, but he knew your public image was often not how you actually looked. She was every bit as lovely here in a jeans and a confused pout as she did smiling at the paparazzi. Not that he cared so much about looks; he honestly didn't. But he knew from experience that rich, pretty girls wanted pretty, rich husbands. He had plenty of money, but he doubted he met many girl's description of an ideal man.


He felt his face heat up to a bright red as he walked across the thick carpet to her, attempting a smile that probably came off more as a grimace. He forced himself to look down into her blue-grey eyes as he extended his hand uncertainly, his free hand shoved into his jacket pocket. "I'm Felix," he said quietly, glancing down at his name tag that stated the same thing. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Ahn," he said stiffly, immediately hating how formal he was being. It was his defense in awkward situations, a result of the constant drilling in the art of being polite when he was young.


It actually wasn't that bad of a trick. Better to be overly-polite than for anyone to think you're rude. But if this girl was to be his... wife, he certainly didn't things to be awkwardly formal all the time. What he really needed was to spend some time with her, see if they had any compatibility. And if not, he would find some way to convince his parents to let him leave.


Nico





Nico sat with his knees knocking together like a hyperactive child, disappointment washing through him as each girl that came in wasn't Eight. He was impatient, he wanted something to do. Finally, she walked in- fashionably late. "Which one of you are my new hubby?"





Nico smiled broadly, catching her eye and jabbing a finger against his chest. "That'd be me," he called back, giving her a quick once-over. With her overalls and torn up tights, she didn't look a thing like the French models he was used to dating. But she was cute in a different way, especially with those bright... blue? Green? He couldn't pinpoint exactly what color her eyes were, but they were large and pretty.


After he finished checking her out, he patted a hand down on the seat next to him, beckoning her to come sit next to him. He had plenty of confidence, and it seemed she did too. Good. It would be boring if she were too much like those models, who'd say or do anything as long as he funded their shopping trips. He absentmindedly ran his hand through his already messy brown hair, making it stick up in every direction atop his head. He still doubted whether he'd marry this girl, but at least it could be fun to spend a few weeks with her here. She looked like she knew how to have a good time.

 

[kira blackthorn]

Eight arched an eyebrow at Nico as she looked him over. Well looky here he isn't the total ogre I expected him to be. He is actually quiet adorable with that grin. Like an overgrown puppy. I just sincerely hope he knows have to have a little fun. Otherwise I swear I'll riot.


Smirking she hopped over toward him and let herself practically collapse next to him. "Yo babe nice to meet you. I'm Eight but depending on who you ask I'm also Tank, Rebecca, Bart, and Jet. To me though I'm Eight. "


Straighting up she crisscrossed her legs and looked at him with a giant smile. "So what's there to do for fun around here Nic? Ooh is there any alcohol around because I'm sure if there is we can get some of these sticks to soften up a bit. " She glanced around at some of the more uptight people. Staff included. "It may take a lot of alcohol and time though. Those sticks shoved up their behinds looks painful. "

 

[Aura]

Everett

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Briar was quite beautiful. He was particularly entranced by those impossibly large eyes that were a perfect shade between green eyes and blue eyes. Briar's full red lips parted and immediately Everett was aware that he hadn't heard a single word that had spilled out of her beautiful face. He instinctively reached forward for her hand and gave her as genuine a smile as he could manage right now given their bizarre situation.


"N-nice to meet you," he said meekly and he struggled with each one of the words. He could feel his heart pounding and his thoughts began to race. This reaction wasn't caused by Briar's remarkable beauty... no, his near inability to speak was pathological, emerging when he felt nervous or overwhelmed and lingered until he could calm himself down. Meeting the woman that he was expected to marry... well, that made him nervous.


He swallowed heavily. She was only a female and he had talked to females without problem before... besides, his father had arranged this for his own good. If he absolutely hated her or she hated him then he was certain that he could talk his father out of it. He hoped that if that conversation was necessary that it wouldn't remove him from the plans to take over the Hastings company... but if it didn't work out then he was sure that he wasn't bound to her... he hoped.


"Pretty crazy huh?" he asked in a voice that sounded reasonably confident again as he managed to shove his anxieties back underneath the surface, "I mean, in a fairytale when a man sees a girl for the first time and realizes that he'll make her his wife someday it's romantic... it's kind of creepy when it's like this isn't it?"

Theo

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Theo could hear tentative conversations picking up across the room as people began to meet with their partners. He for one, would have preferred to save meeting his wife for as long as possible in order to speak with the other women around. He could his parents' words of disapproval at this thought, but he had a lifetime to speak to Aidan and only a small window of time to talk to the other poor souls that were in the same situation.


When Aidan approached him, he briefly reconsidered the thought. His only real relationship was with an Italian model who had dark features, but he had always had a soft spot for pretty natural blondes and Aidan appeared to fit the bill. Perhaps, this wouldn't be that bad for him after all... at least his future wife was smoking.


He looked her over quickly approvingly, "Lucky me," he said with a smirk before formally extending a hand out in Aidan's direction, "Theo Lockwood," and he took a quick swig to finish off his drink, "Want to go explore?"

 

[Hoax]

After the quick once-over, Aidan concluded that the man was definitely not her type. She didn't really have a type, per-say, but just… The look of him wasn't exactly her ideal partner. She had been apprehensive of meeting the guy beforehand, but as soon as her future husband opened his mouth, the blonde knew things were gonna be difficult.


Maybe it was just the way he looked at her, maybe it was the drink in his hand, maybe it was his displeasing smirk. Either way, the girl fought the urge to edge away, instead standing as tall as she could and staring straight back at him.


As Theo offered his hand to shake, Aida simply stared at it for a split second before firmly shaking it. "Aiden Forester." She replied. "And aren't we supposed to… Gods forbid… get to know each other?" She asked, eyes flicking to the other couples in the room who were already beginning to do so. She preferred to give people a chance to prove they weren't annoying, so if socializing was what needed to happen, socializing Aiden would do.

 

[Wynn]

Briar smiled as Everett greeted her back. The guy actually seemed nice and up close his hair seemed naturally curled which caused Briar to do a fist pump mentally. Those types had the cutest bed heads when Everett started talking she stopped her fan girling. "Pretty crazy huh?” "I mean, in a fairytale when a man sees a girl for the first time and realizes that he'll make her his wife someday it's romantic... it's kind of creepy when it's like this isn't it?”


She nodded “ I actually have to agree with that as a kid i thought that’s how it was supposed to work.” Briar chuckled thinking about how she was as a kid. “ I’m not sure about you but when i was little i watched a ton of the disney movies.Which ended up giving me a false idea about relationships and how people are in general.” Briar shut herself up and blushed a little. Yep he’s gonna think i’m insane by the end of this she thought to herself.


Clearing her throat she smoothed out her pants and rocked on her heels a bit. “ So Everett…tell me a bit about yourself.” She asked a bit lamely. Well maybe not lame she did need to know about the guy before they get married.

 

[Karma200]

"Ah, hi Felix! Just call me Mya, it would be strange to have my future husband to sound so detached," Mya grinned as she pushed a piece of hair behind her ear as she ignored the heat in her cheeks as she looked at him. Wasn't his hair just so cute? Who didn't enjoy looking at beautiful chocolate eyes? Mya loved sweets so looking at them really made her crave some. Crap... maybe she should've dressed a bit more... cute? It would've been nice if she could've actually tried her best. She wanted to impress him but it was a bit to late for that now.


"I guess I'm not the only one who's nervous about this, huh?" Mya put her hands on her cheeks as she felt them growing warm, her eyes looking at his face as it grew red. A man who knew how to blush! Adorable! Though, what if they had nothing in common with each other? He was pretty handsome but Mya was a bit worried on if this would actually work. Marriage was supposed to be a beautiful thing and while Mya was afraid that her marriage would end up like her parents, she couldn't help the excitement that began to bubble up inside of her.


"I love your eyes and your hair is awesome!" It was better then being silent, wasn't it?


"Do you do exercises? Like running, playing sports or something? I think it would be really cool if we could get into that together... when we get use to this thing," Mya smiled at him, the thought of being able to do things with someone she'd be spending a lot of time with made her happy. She's always done things alone but now that she had a partner it'd be more fun.


"Oh crap... sorry for talking so much, its a habit," Mya looked away as her cheeks once again heated up in embarrassment, she'd have to work on talking less. She remembered when her mother had told her that men didn't like it when you speak to much. Man, hopefully she didn't have to change to much. That'd be a hard challenge seeing as how Mya has a lot of tendencies that she could see might get on his nerves.

 

[Zelda18]

Felix





Felix relaxed. She was just as nervous as he was, she'd even said so herself. He inhaled deeply, managing a crooked smile for her. He appreciated her starting with the questions. He had a million for her. Already he was endeared to her; she seemed sweet. At least, that's what he was gathering from the sixty seconds he had known her.


Despite being more calm now, his face returned to its red color when she complimented him. He lifted a hand to the curls in his hair, trying in vain to flatten them out against his forehead. "My eyes? You have the pretty eyes. Like cobalt," he mumbled, shifting from foot to foot. "I like to swim," he continued when she asked him about sports. "Especially outdoors."


He smiled as she apologized for talking too much, shaking his head. "It's alright," he insisted. "I have a lot I'd like to know about you, as well." He bit his lip, wondering if he should ask her the most important question. Her answer would really determine if they had any future together at all.


After a second of deliberation, he decided to go ahead and ask. "Not to be forward, Mya, but do you like children?" He of course knew about her singing career, but he had no idea if she would have the time- or the desire- to raise a child. Not that his own family's money couldn't support them, but her career wasn't something he wanted her to give up. He doubted she knew that he worked at the children's hospital. If she disliked children or didn't want them, there was no way he could make this work... no matter how sweet she seemed or cute she was.





Nico





Nico grinned mischievously at Eight's suggestion, looking around at everyone getting to know their partners. He wondered idly how many of the people in this room actually would end up together. Not too many, if he had to guess. Eight was right- most everyone looked stiff and uncomfortable. Only one guy had a drink in his hand, and he seemed to be one of the few who seemed to be completely at ease.


"When they let us go explore, I'm sure there'll be something fun to do," he answered, turning his attention from the awkward couples back to Eight. "Until then... I'm sure we can manage." He raised his eyebrows pointedly at the liquor cabinet tucked away in the corner, standing swiftly and walking over to it. Being an athlete, he wasn't necessarily supposed to have alcohol all that often. If truth were to be told, he didn't actually enjoy the burn or taste of liquor. But just the fact that he shouldn't have it made it all the more tempting.


He poured himself a glass carefully, looking back at Eight and holding up the thin glass bottle of liquor, wordlessly asking her if she'd like a glass. He winced at the first sip of the alcohol, wrinkling his lightly freckled nose. It didn't taste bad, but that didn't help the burn as it went down.

 

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Theo

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Admittedly, Aida's response was less than thrilling to Theo. His face remained neutral but internally he was already beginning to wonder if Aidan was going to be a person that his mother would have wanted him to marry him. The girls who usually met would have gone exploring with him... and likely would have stopped once he noted how soft the beds looked... notoriously being old money likely helped with that though. He knew somewhere inside that her response was reasonable... but he didn't want to spend much time getting to know her right now. There was a big mansion that he had only seen two rooms of and he wanted someone who was ready to jump up and go exploring with him. His eyes flickered over to his empty glass but he decided that it would be too rude to leave to fill it up.


He also wanted to move and to ignore the awkward fact that he was meeting a woman that he was expected to marry at the end of this if ever wanted to see a dime of his family's fortune again. He could ignore that unpleasant fact about meeting Aidan if they spent time exploring the mansion instead of actually taking time to get to know her.


"What do you want to know?" he asked raising an eyebrow, "I've been to 23 countries, I'm a Virgo, I have a pet Axolotl named Little Monster since I had no idea what it was when I got it, I've got three tattoos and I only regret one, I'm left-handed, I once decided that it would be fun to try to be a survivalist and I lived in a forest alone in British Columbia in Canada for three months, I was arrested once, I'm a natural at soccer, my favourite colour is green, and I like long walks on the beach," he said with a slight smirk.


"Were those the kinds of things that you wanted to know? What about you? What kind of things do I need to know about you? Crazy ex-boyfriends or any wild stories that I might want to hear about?"

Everett

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He internally cringed after he made his comment about the differences between fairy tales realizing that was the kind of thing that was okay to say to a normal girl but not one that belonged at Silverwood. He had met enough of the girls who grew up into wealth to know that they were dim-witted and shallow and would have preferred if he had uttered some cheesy line about meeting her being just like a fairytale... he supposed he may as well find out what kind of a woman he had been set up with. If he was set up with a stereotypical rich girl that he had grown to know... well, then at least he'd know that his future wife cared more about money and the bottom line than anything else in life.


But her response was different... almost normal. He had gone to public school because his father had tried to raise them with as little frills as he could manage despite being fabulously wealthy. He had therefore been able to meet normal women and that's what Everett's initial impression of Briar was. That she was a normal person... which when there was as much money as there likely was under this roof was probably rare.


"Tell me about yourself," she said and he internally cringed again. The truth? He was pleased that she appeared to be a normal person upon first impression... but he was still horrified at the prospect of marrying her given that she was essentially a stranger. He wouldn't dare to tell her that he had been crippled by anxiety when he was younger and had finally found bliss in producing and recording music when his groomed brother died and made him feel obligated to take over a company he had no idea how to manage and no passion in and his father knew this and was forcing him to get married to prevent his old anxieties from coming to the surface and ruining him?


"I-" he wasn't going to tell her that... he knew his problems outside of his head were small next to other people's problems, "I-" It felt like a job interview question... what was he possibly going to tell her about himself when he had spent so long distancing himself from the glamorous and glittering lives of the elite.


"I'm nothing special," he admittedly reluctantly. Surely next to the accolades that these people were used to then this would be the case... he could hear a man nearby listing off some facts about himself and Everett had never created a list that included 23 countries or getting arrested, "I'm sure you know most of the bare facts about me... like the fact that my dad created a technology empire," he wondered if Briar would be as friendly if she knew that he had grown up in a house with one bathroom and that his father was determined to raise them normally that Everett didn't even know that he was rich until he was sixteen?


"I just try to be me though... I'm happiest when the people around me are happy and I would do anything for the people that I loved and-" he trailed off abruptly thinking about Seth. To think that he was awkwardly trying to explain his life all because Seth had died and there had been no other replacement that would keep his father's legacy in their family.


"Uh... what about you?" he said deciding to turn the conversation back to Briar just in case he said something too revealing about who he was. He hadn't said much, but he wouldn't have been surprised if he had already wrecked things... who admitted that they were nothing special? He met her eyes to try to guess what she now thought of him now that he had managed to say more than a sentence.