12268/Visiting Home

Visiting Home
Date of Scene:	03 August 2022
Location:	Amsterdam
Synopsis:	Jan and Veira travel to Amsterdam to visit his home. A trip to his parents graves are made and Veira asks Jan a very important question, which gets a yes!
Cast of Characters:	Veira Lazarescu, Jan de Wit

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Veira Lazarescu has posed:
Miss Veira had been sneaky and booked a trip to Amsterdam for them when Jan wasn't looking. She'd told him that she'd like to take him and apparently she managed it on a week when there wasn't practice for performances or vigilantism to partake in, not yet at least! They'd already been there a day, but that was used to recover from jetlag and enjoy some of the sites closer to the hotel.

Which was a very nice one. Veira had realized that there would be no three stars for this trip!

Early the next morning though the goth had snuck out to visit a flower shop that she'd found. She wasn't gone for long though as she returned with fresh flowers and a bit of the local pastries and coffee, "Jan? You still sleeping darling?" she asks as she enters the room again. She wasn't wearing black. Well, the sun hat she was wearing was black, but the dress she wore was a high necked and rather victorian day dress looking affair.

Jan de Wit has posed:
All too happy to show her Amsterdam, Jan had eagerly agreed to visit the country with her. He chuckles as she arranges the travel, not wanting to take the wind from her sails on the method of flight. The hotel was one he was familiar with too, so he was right at home.

The man had woken up a bit after she left, and was cleaned up and dressed for the day. As she stepped in, he smiled over to her. "Too sunny out for you, love?" He asks, moving over to kiss her tenderly. "Were you up and about exploring without me, your tour guide?"

Veira Lazarescu has posed:
Veira gives him a bright smile as she hears him, her eye flicking over him and there's a soft nod to him, "Always too sunny." she muses to that. "But the weather is pretty delightful." she admits as she closes the door behind her. The tender kiss is returned and a relief washes over her. She always loved returning to wherever he was.

"I was not out exploring without you. I had saw this shop on the way back from dinner last night and I had wanted to pick up some fresh flowers before we ventured out today." she admits. "I had a request for the tour guide. Do you mind if we visit your parents graves? I figured we could both pay respects and I wanted to leave flowers." she offers quietly.

Jan de Wit has posed:
A smile as she comments on the weather. "It is lovely today, yes." He agrees, his hand resting on her hip as they speak. "We can get you a parasol, if you like?" He suggests, without teasing or irony in his voice. "I don't want you getting a sunburn."

Then there's a question about his parents resting sight. He pauses, before nodding. "We can, yes, if you like." A soft smile. "I... thank you. It is appreciated. It has been some time since I left them flowers. I know their graves are tended to, but it has been some time since I have visited."

Veira Lazarescu has posed:
Veira gives him a soft smile, "I did bring one with me, but I think the hat will be good enough for today since we aren't going to be out in direct sunlight." she tells him. "I'll take this weather over the heat wave we are having in New York anyday really." she grins to that. She reaches out with her free hand and caresses her fingers down his cheek as she listens to him.

"You don't have to thank me. I've wanted to visit as well and since we are here there's no reason not to." she admits. "Unless the place is closed due to some weird situation." she adds with a chuckle.

Jan de Wit has posed:
"I would hope it's not closed. I own that plot of land." Jan chuckles, leaning into the touch of her hand. A nod to her, then his hand slides down to take hers. "We should be able to take a car there." Jan explains, leading her out of the room.

"We can get some lunch after, if you're feeling hungry?" He leads her down to the lobby, where a car is waiting for them - he'd had one prepped for the day, not knowing what was in store for their vacation. "Or we can see more sights, if you like... I am happy to play chauffer for you, Veira." He teases.

Veira Lazarescu has posed:
"Well if it is then you can call and complain at someone." Veira tells him with a soft smile to that. She grabs her bag on the way back out the door and keeps the flowers with her. She is quiet in her thoughts though as they go. "Lunch after sounds lovely." she tells him.

"And this is our vacation. Not just mine. I still have to take you tromping around the forests in Romanian." she chuckles to him. "I'm happy to do most things, I figured you could show me some of your old haunts and things if you had them?" she offers.

Jan de Wit has posed:
The car is a fancy Audi coupe - convertable should they care to ride with the top down. Once she's in the car, he takes his own seat as driver. Once they are both buckled in, he takes off towards the outside of town. "It's not a far drive, honest." He grins.

"We can stop at one of my favorite restaraunts. It's where I went after I made it big." The man muses. "Our vacation, yes. I do look forward to seeing Romania. Will His Benevolent Overlord be joining us for that romp?" He wonders.

Veira Lazarescu has posed:
Veira gives a grin as she looks over the car, "This is nice." she tells him. She smoothes her skirt down before getting into the passengers side of the car. She then buckles herself up. Just in case he wants to act like the are on the Audubon for a few minutes. "I don't think I'm going to mind the drive." she winks at him before she puts her sunglasses on.

She lays the flowers in her lap gently, "Sounds like a plan." she grins to him. "And yes, his benevolence will be joining us. He wants to see his cave again." she muses. "I think it'll be a good trip." she adds.

Jan de Wit has posed:
He chuckles as she mentions enjoying the ride. "Well, I can't have my lady riding in discomfort, right?" He is not too crazy with the driving, enjoying the ride none the less. "You're welcome to drive later, if you like? Part of the whole exploring my home?" A smile, the window rolled down to get fresh air on the drive.

A snicker as she confirms the dragon would be joining them for their next outing to Romania. "I wonder if he left something there?" The man hrms. "Or if he is just nostalgic?"

Veira Lazarescu has posed:
Veira gives him a soft smile, "You always spoil me." she teases him. "Not that I mind. Thank you." she adds to that. "You know, I've never driven outside of America. Do you think that it would be hard to get the hang of being on the other side?" she asks him. Her hat is at least tied under the chin with a black ribbon so she doesn't get her hair all mussed.

"You know, I don't know if he left something there or it's just nostalgia. I know it's home for both of us so maybe we're just homesick sometimes." she admits. "Or maybe he has a hoard of gold?" she teases.

Jan de Wit has posed:
"We still need to make a hoard for him in the house." Jan grins, looking over to her briefly. "I think you'd be able to adjust to the change. It tends to throw you more when making turns, in my experience." A wry chuckle. "But I've got practice in both countries, so I might be a bit used to both.

As they motor along, he points out a few of his hangouts from his youth. That includes the school where he started learning dance. "There may be places of magical importance around too... let me know if you need me to stop for anything, yes?"

Veira Lazarescu has posed:
"We do, as long as it's not empty nugget containers." Veira chuckles at that. She didn't really want to ruin his house. Though she gives him a soft smile, "I think that we'll be fine with letting me drive on the way back then." she nods to this. "As long as you are willing to point out things?" she adds the question.

She looks ridiculously happy just to be out and enjoying things. "If you didn't become a dancer what do you think would have caught your interest, Jan?" she asks him curiously. "And so far so good." she smiles to him.

Jan de Wit has posed:
A happy laugh from Jan. "I think gold would suffice for his Benevolent Overlord." He decides, smirking over to her. "And of course, I trust you. You're more than welcome to drive, love." His hand reaches over to rest on hers. "I'll point out whatever you like."

"Pragmatically, with my mutation, I would make a fantastic athelete." The man muses, thinking on that subject. "But in my mind's eye, I think I would have liked to build something. Or, perhaps design things. An architect." A smile to her. "And you? Where would your path have gone?"

Veira Lazarescu has posed:
"Gold or silks and things like that. He is pretty bougie when it comes to things." Veira gives a laugh. "I love him though." she admits. When his hand rests on hers there is a soft smile, "I know you will, Jan." she tells him. She then listens to him as he speaks and there is a soft nod.

"You don't have enhanced strength or anything else like that so I don't see where a problem would be...you just know when you might get hurt." she states. "Architects are always in high demand." she grins to that. Then her question is returned and she smiles, "Probably a vet. I just love animals so much." she admits. "Or a mortician. That was one of my teenage phases. But a lot of people said to stay away from things needing depth perception." she muses.

Jan de Wit has posed:
Jan gives her a nod, chuckling. "A silken hammock, silks to nest in, and gold for him to roll about in." A chuckle. "He is a good dragon, worthy of your love." He decides turning down a smaller road, towards a more rural scene.

A glance over to her, the man smirking. "My dear Veira, I can lift nearly a ton without too much effort." Secret Jan is secret! "I think you would be fantastic at either - and you work around your challenge well, love. I would not suspect it would hinder you for long. I expect you would find ways or tools that could assist you."

Veira Lazarescu has posed:
"Oh hey now, can we have matching silk hammocks?" Veira gives a little playful pout to that. "I've debated buying a stock of those gold wrapped chocolate coins for him for Christmas to see what he'd do." she tells him. "When I broke my leg in Romania and I found him he stayed with me. I figured he'd eat me, but we became friends since we're both...unwhole." she states.

Then there is a bit of a squint to him, "Look who just volunteered to unload groceries for the next five years!" she chuckles. "I'm kidding, I don't mind the groceries." she teases him. "Thank you, my love. Sometimes I forget that it's not too late to do other things that don't revolve around stabbing or shooting people." she admits.

Jan de Wit has posed:
"We can, yes. If you like, we can have a room outfited with them. Silks are wonderful to perform on, as well. I've seen so many excellent aerial shows with dancers in silks." Jan agrees. "And you are both perfect as you are." A chuckle at the thought of the dragon hording the chocolates. "Does he eat chocolate?"

A wink. "Staff can carry them in." He waggles brows. "And you are free to do whatever you like, truthfully. I can support us both on my savings and inheritance."

Veira Lazarescu has posed:
Veira gives a soft smile to him, "I mean, I could go for watching you dance on silks." she winks at him. "Do you know aerial dance?" she asks him. She'd never heard him talk on it. Then she blushes, "I know, and thank you for accepting us as we are." she tells him seriously. "He does eat chocolate. I don't think there is a lot of things that dragons can't eat. Or I've not come across them in my studies." she admits.

"I'm still not used to having staff." she muses. "And I will be happy to work, unless the job is work from home and then I can split time between that and running the dogs." she grins. The change in road makes her look around, "Everything is so beautiful here." she tells him.

Jan de Wit has posed:
A grin over to her. "I think that could be arranged, Veira." The man muses, pulling the car off to park near a small fenced in area. It's well-maintained, a decorative iron fence around the two grave plots there. "I shall have to make sure to have plenty of snacks then, of couse. I would hate for him to be without." Jan chuckles.

A smile, as he climbs out and moves around to open her door. "You are free to work, study or relax. I want you to earnestly enjoy what you do, whatever that might be." A glance around, smiling at the landscape. "I do love the way things look out here. It feels... older."

Veira Lazarescu has posed:
Veira waggles her eyebrows playfully at him. Her makeup as always impeccable, much like a one eyed Morticia. It fit really. She then turns to see the little graveyard and she gives a very soft smile. She loved graveyards, but that was more because of the way they were all different, except for the dead. She reaches for the door handle, then realizes he's on his way to let her out. "He'll be happy with snacks." she tells him.

She slips from the car and straightens up to her full height with a smile to him, "I'm nervous." she tells him. "It does feel older, I like it. We don't have places like this in the states." she states.

Jan de Wit has posed:
She's given a kiss to her cheek, gentle and soft. "Nothing to be nervous about, Veira." He whispers. "I doubt they would disapprove of you." He assures, his hand moving to hers to hold loosely. With his other hand, Jan picks up one of the bundles of flowers.

As they near the gate, he unlocks it with a set of keys from his pocket. "Mom, dad?" Jan murmurs towards the gravemarkers. They are nicely done, marble - and clearly taken care of. "I'd like you to meet Veira Lazarescu, the woman I love."'

Veira Lazarescu has posed:
Veira gives a soft and loving look to the man as he kisses her cheek, "I won't be then." she whispers to him. She leaves her hat in the car though as wearing it would not be needed. "Thank you, darling." she states. She twines her fingers with his and lets him lead the way.

His greeting his parents is something that tugs at her heartstrings. She gives a little wave to the graves, "Hello Mister and Misses De Wit." she greets them. "You have someone that takes care of the graves?" she asks him.

Jan de Wit has posed:
Jan nods to her, moving closer to the markers to rest a hand on each, briefly. "I do. The caretaker also manages the grounds of the family estate." He explains. He certainly wasn't going to spoil her fun in plotting a hotel!

"I suppose I will eventually need a plot near here too, so I did purchase more of this land. This is just the part I had fenced off for their memorials." A smile to her. "What do you think?"

Veira Lazarescu has posed:
Veira watches him, letting him do his greetings and checking on the stones. She gives a soft smile, "You know...I forgot about the estate. Would you feel better staying there?" she asks him. His talk of eventually needing a plot here pains her for a minute. Jan dying was something that scared the hell out of her.

She gives a soft smile to him, "That makes sense for you to be buried with the family." she tells him. There is a little flash of white that catches both of their attentions, a little card tied to the fence at the back of the memorials. "Do you want to go check that?" she whispers to him.

Jan de Wit has posed:
He smiles over to her, shaking his head. "I think where ever I am, so long as we are happy, I will be fine. I am not opposed to going there - but I did not wish to ruin your planning." Jan grins. "You did so well in arranging this trip, after all." There's no patronization in his tone, only happy approval.

As they spot the paper, he hrms. "I don't recall that being here." The man moves over, carefully - not certain if it is some fashion of magic, or other trickery.

Veira Lazarescu has posed:
Veira gives a soft blush, "I feel the same way." she tells him. "You'd never ruin my planning, Jan. You'd just be reminding me." she grins at him. "I'm glad you've liked things so far, but I hope that the rest of the trip is just as good." she admits.

When he moves away there is a look to the gravestones and a soft smile, "I wanted to ask you something." she states.

The card that's tied on by the ribbon says 'Turn around' in flowing cursive script.

When Jan turns around, he'd see her on one knee and a little black velvet box in her hands, "I was reading over Danish traditions and when it came to the dead it said to make sure to involve those loved ones that we'd lost even if it is just leaving a space at an event, or situations like this." she states.

"I know that this may be too soon or that it may be untraditional, but Jan de Wit, I would be honored if you would agree to be my husband?" she asks him. "You are my home and I want to continue to be that for you as well." she whispers.

The ring box is offered up and inside there is a black titanium ring that has a channel of stones on it. Two purple and two diamond flank a deep red stone in the middle.

Jan de Wit has posed:
Turn around? What sort of odd card is that. "It reads turn around, Veira..." He comments, even as he does so. There's a pause, thinking she may have tripped initally - but then there's a box. He quiets, listening to what she has to say. Eyes flit from her, to where his parents rest, back to her.

"It is ... tradition, yes." Jan whispers, pausing to kneel with her. "I would be honored to be your husband, Veira. All that comes with it, and all that I can offer to you. You are my home." He says, hands sliding to hers as she holds up the box.

A silly grin. "It is beautiful. Shall we try it on?"

Veira Lazarescu has posed:
"I know, I put it there." Veira grins at him. Magic had its benefits! And no, she's just on one knee asking the man she loves to marry her and looking like she might be ready to pass out. When he kneels with her she looks to him and she smiles, "In Slavic tradition seven is our lucky number. So I figured it was going to be good to use that here." she tells him softly.

"You're going to get your pants dirty." she whispers to him. But he says yes! Wait. He said yes. Veira feels like she can breathe again. "I made this." she offers as she looks to the ring and then to him.

There is a soft nod as he asks if they should try it on. She takes the ring from the box and then takes his ring hand. It's a perfect fit. Which might be due to magic. "If you feel a tingle, don't worry." she points out.

Jan de Wit has posed:
"I will need to brush up on my Slavic traditions, then. I may be a bit rusty, from my time studying abroad." Jan purrs, eyebrow arching as she mentions that she made the ring. His hand is offered to her, kept steady and calm.

"A tingle?" The man smirks. "I have no worry of what you might give me - though I am curious as to what magic it holds?"

Veira Lazarescu has posed:
"Only if you want to." Veira tells him with a soft smile. She lifts his hand to her lips, kissing the backside of his hand. She then stands, her hand giving him a little tug as she does. "I've been working on it for the last few weeks." she admits with a grin.

"And yes, a tingle. The spell is rather simple it basically lets me check on you and your well being. If your heart ceases to beat it will alert me and I can get to you." she tells him. "If...if the magics aren't something you want I can take them off." she offers.

Jan de Wit has posed:
"I want to." He assures, standing as well - smoothly leaning in to kiss her properly. It is a slow, tender kiss that speaks volumes of his love for her. As it breaks, Jan grins to her - his hands clasping hers.

A look to the ring, then to her again. "I am fine with the magic, I am." A smirk. "And I shall endeavor to keep my heart beating. I have no interest in leaving you." He winks, hugging her to him. "I suppose we should have a celebratory party, yes?"

Veira Lazarescu has posed:
Veira's lips find his and there is a proper kiss returned. She didn't find it odd that she proposed in a graveyard. It felt right! She keeps her hands with his as she looks to him, "Thank you. Every time I think about waking up and you not being there I feel like I'm dying." she admits. "I want whatever time is left to be with you." she smiles to him.

Then she grins, "We should! You can break all the hearts of girls across New York now with being off the market." she teases him. "I don't have many friends to invite. Though my mom and dad will be thrilled." she admits.

Jan de Wit has posed:
It's not too weird for him either, oddly enough. It was true, Jan was happy wherever he was, so long as Veira was with him. A soft smile and a nod, the man taking a hand and running it through her hair. "So don't dwell on such things, and realize that I am with you wherever you go." He assures.

"Break all the hearts, indeed." He chuckles. "I will be the envy of all the men - having such a stunning bride on my arm." He purrs. "They will be our guests - your friends, family. All of them. We will have much to plan."

Veira Lazarescu has posed:
Veira gives a happy smile to him, but there were so many deep fears. She'd lost one fiance and she wasn't really going to part with Jan without a fight. A big one. His fingers running through her hair make her give a little sound of content. "I won't dwell on things, Jan." she whispers to him.

Then there is a chuckle, "Oh yes, if anyone wants a younger Morticia Addams they'll be jealous." she teases him. "I'll be excited to help plan things." she admits to that.

Jan de Wit has posed:
The Dutchman purrs, leaning into her a bit. "Good. Live in our now. The future will sort itself out, yes?" He winks, brushing fingers along her cheek. "We have what we need, each other."

"Most men have a thing for Morticia, Veira. Are you unaware?" He chuckles. "The Goth look, the figure, the amazing presence. You have all that." Jan assures her, looking around the landscape. "I am glad you let my parents witness this, truly."

Veira Lazarescu has posed:
Veira wraps her arms around his shoulders and hugs him close as he leans into her. "That is the best thing I've heard since you said yes." she grins to him. She looks to his eyes as he brushes his fingers down her cheek, "I'm perfectly happy having you." she whispers to him.

Then there is a laugh, "I do know that a lot of guys have a thing for goth girls, yes." she winks at him. "Now if I could only get that light bar effect for the eyes like she did." she muses. Then there is a look to the gravestones and a smile, "I couldn't think of a better place. Maybe the gardens, but I know that with them being gone talk of weddings might have been harder. So I wanted it to be here." she admits.

Jan de Wit has posed:
As she draws closer, he holds her to him. "Sometimes, I have pearls of wisdom." Jan teases, chuckling as they embrace. "I shall do my best to keep you happy, then." A nod. "Happy wife equates to a happy life."

"I think you chose well, love. And we'll have seats for them at the wedding. Did you have thoughts on it, Veira?"

Veira Lazarescu has posed:
"You always do, Jan." Veira tells him with a soft smile. "I don't think you have to worry about that. You love me, my dragon and all of our dogs. What more could a girl ask for?" she asks him truthfully. Not much! "And isn't marriage a two way street?" she asks him with a soft smile.

"I'm glad you approve. There was a small spike of worry when we got closer, but, it passed." she admits. "And I do have a lot of thoughts, but, I think that is something we can discuss over lunch or dinner after we've visited with your parents. I want you to say what you want to say and things while we are here." she tells him softly.

Jan de Wit has posed:
One more kiss before he releases her. "If you think of more, please let me know. I will make sure to make it happen." A waggle of his brows. Turning then to his parents and their markers, he kneels down to place the flowers on each.

"I wish you could be with us, here, when we wed. I am so happy you were here when she proposed." He whispers. "I can only hope you are as proud of me, as I am of you. You are loved, and missed."