Levi ignored the eyes of the crowd as he walked into the middle of the floor. He recognized one potential upside to the honeymoon- getting away from the horrible gossips of the palace. No more dealing with snide remarks or little jabs about his leading ability. At least, not from everyone around him. He was pretty sure his new husband was going to take some potshots. "You can lead the dance."
Eerie sighed and took his hands and waist. He hated leading dances, but he was rather good at it. He stepped to the music, droning them on in a decent sweep of the floor. Eerie thought this type of scene would be one of giggly giddiness, though now it was proven to be quite the opposite.
Levi let himself get swept away, spinning and stepping mindlessly. It was so much easier to follow than lead. After this dance, they were heading off to the manor. Hellhouse. Ground zero. Birthplace of a new allegiance. What would've been the birthplace of a new baby if he hadn't stepped in for Flora. No way was his little sister going through what he might go through. She was too young. Too pure.
The song ended and Eerie let Levi go immediately, wiping his hands intricately and subtly, an art he’d learn to master. He glanced around as movement burst around them.
“Right…” Eerie sighed heavily. “We’re going directly to the yaht tonight, so I do hope you have your things.”
He didn't have much to bring along. Some of his more casual outfits, a small portrait of his family, his good boots. The things he loved were few and far between. For a prince, he was strikingly minimalist. He wished Eerie had the same ideology. A yacht? Really? It was such an unnecessary expense. "Then let's go."
Eerie gave Levi a brief look. I wish he’d say something more than just two words. He decided to give the latter a taste of his own medicine and started to trot off into then front of the building, where a limo awaited them.
Levi gave the limo an offended look, opening the door with the utmost hesitance. How could Eerie waste so much money on something so trivial? He pulled himself inside the limo. "So, you're pretty fancy, huh?" He felt better about talking when there wasn't a crowd around. Crowds were always judgmental. Snide. Being alone, or nearly so, was nice. It required less control.
Eerie plopped down into the limo, gave instructions to the driver and looked at Levi when he spoke.
“Not really. My mother did all of this, I assure you.”
(Heading to bed. Night)
"Ahh." He nodded once, looking around the inside of the limo with hesitant curiosity. Hopefully, the honeymoon house would be more modest. Levi didn't know if he could live in a house full of decoration and frippery. "Your mother is the one who arranged the marriage, right?"
(Niiight.)
Eerie kept his gaze forward and away from Levi. “Yes. My mother desperately needed your kingdom as her ally. So she decided to sell me off.”
Levi blinked twice, surprised by how honest Eerie was. He'd suspected as much but never would've guessed he say it outright. It only seemed fair to share that he was going through the exact same thing. "Yeah. My father did the same."
Eerie grunted. “Royalty sucks. I’d much rather be a slave or servant than someone held at a high standard.” This was true. He hated being put in the spotlight, he’d rather be talked down at than up at. His name meant nothing, though it meant everything. It’s just a name…
Levi shot him a skeptical look. "The servants lead lives that pale compared to yours." He found it strange that in all this excess, Eerie wished for a life of servitude. Servitude was horrible. He would know, having spent 2 years in the west as a prisoner of war. He had become intimately acquainted with a life in the dirt.
“Exactly.” Eerie sighed and shook his head. His point of not wanting to be royalty shot right over Levi’s head. Naturally, Eerie thought with a significant look out the window.
Well, that didn't make sense. Levi brushed it off. His father had impressed upon him how smart his new husband was and he chalked it up to some intelligent eccentricity. Not knowing how to respond, he gave Eerie a simple "Okay."
Eerie grunted and didn’t respond, leaving the limo in prompt silence. Some newlyweds would probably be excitedly chatting it up, or… ah, other things, but this shift in the tide seemed to even unsettle the driver of the limo. The driver kept it in silence, but they didn't seem to enjoy it. Eerie detected this shift in the driver and gave a slight sigh. Perhaps if he’d married someone— anyone— else, there’d be conversation, rather than simple words and phrases.
Levi stared out the window a bit before he joined his husband. The yacht was huge, glitzy, and terrifying. One of the reasons Levi did badly on water was his fear of it. His intense, completely deep fear of the water. And he was about to go on a boat A big boat that would be easy to sink. Perfect. Great. "So, does the boat have any… rooms below the deck?" This wouldn't suck if he didn't have to see the water.
Eerie climbed out of the car, gazing angrily at the yacht. “I think so. I know it has more than one room, so it’s not a problem.” Eerie walked around the car, clicked his finger on the trunk and pulled out two bags. One was a pretty stuffed duffle and the other was a slim suitcase.
Levi grabbed his small bag from the trunk. A duffle he'd stolen from one of his soldiers. It stood in a stark contrast to his embroidered Centron's suit, covered in elaborate stitching and medals of rank. He couldn't wait to throw them off and get into comfortable clothes. "Can you lead me to one?"
Eerie nodded and lead the way to the boat. He greeted the driver of the boat (I legit forgot what they’re called, forgive me), where they lead them to the deck. Eerie thanked him again before leading Levi down to the lower decks.
“There’s a room right there. I’ll be next door, if you find yourself in a position where you need me.”
(Captain? It's fine. I forget word ALL THE DAMN TIME)
Levi nodded. He might end up…disturbing some passengers once the boat got going. It was comforting to know someone would be there to shut him up, even if it was someone he didn't particularly like. He stepped into the room hesitantly, taking in the small chair and desk. He plopped his bag n the floor and waited for them to set off.
(xD)
Eerie walked into his room and shut the door with a sigh. He leaned against the door, locking it swiftly, afraid of some ungodly thing coming into his room. It was a phobia he developed from his father before his mother divorced him. He sat up off of the door, set his bags down on the bed and got dressed into a pair of sweatpants and a loose long-sleeved t-shirt that he had nabbed under his mother’s watchful eye. As he set his things aside, the boat started moving. Eerie took no notice, and slipped on a pair of headphones that he had packed, playing some music.
Levi plopped into the armchair, letting out a brief whimper when the boat started moving. Fuck. FUCK! He could practically hear the water flooding through the walls. Feel the boat sinking as the ocean poured in, leaving everyone to drown under the cold face of the ocean. His breathing got faster, speeding and speeding until he was nearly hyperventilating. He forced himself to calm down. He couldn't let this weakness get the best of him.
Eerie laid down on the comfortable bed, big enough for two families of children. It’d feel wrong not to share it with his new husband, even if he did dislike him.
Shpuld I at least try to get to know him?
Eerie decided he should and took the headphones off. It’d be painfully awkward, but he had to act now, so he could try and spend the whole trip with Levi. He rose, tossing the phones away and walked out of his room, to Levi’s, then knocked on the door. I have to try. I have to try.
When someone knocked on the door, Levi yelped and then shoved a hand over his mouth to keep him from doing it again. He was being stupid. There was nothing to fear. Nothing at all. He didn't need to think about water filling his mouth. His lungs. Choking him until he couldn't breathe. No, he was fine. He cleared his throat, clearing any traces of weakness from his voice. "Come in."
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