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Started October 23, 2018 by Deleted user

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(Sorry I went to sleep)

After the wedding?

Stalking now/

Sure, after the wedding sounds good.

Neat. Who starts?

(Ughfnsjsms sure.)

The guests milled about the floor. It was reception, and Eerie T. Bostinuis-Animus was sitting next to his new “husband”. He didn’t like him too much, but his parents forced him to marry Levi for the “hell of it”, while Eerie knew it was for the money and the ally.

(Sorry I've been off. I was volunteering.)

Levi was doing his best to stay unaware of his new husband. They were sitting right next to each other and when Eerie so much as twitched it put Levi on high alert. He really wasn't ready for marriage, especially a marriage to a man he despised. His father glared at him from across the ballroom floor, a silent reminder to be kind.

(^-^ That’s alright!)

Eerie still felt Levi’s kiss burn on his lips. He disliked it heartily and resisted the temptation to go drown himself in the sparkling fountain of champange nearby. His mother kept him in line. His lonely mother desperately needed friends, and if marrying someone he hated to the core was the answer, so be it.

(So they grow to love each other, right?)

(Yeah. Most of mine are enemies -> allies -> lovers)

Lev picked at his sleeve. The repetitive motion soothed him enough that he stopped nearly flinching every time Eerie moved and began to settle in his skin. He felt…well, not comfortable, but present. PResent enough to strike up a conversation with his husband. His voice was quiet and hoarse, but still loud enough to be heard over the clamor of the gala. "Where will we be honeymooning?"

(Nice)

Eerie glanced at Levi when he spoke. “I don’t know.” He kept his voice patient and lofty, how it always was. “I was thinking the Cape of Sverj. It has a nice country manor there.” With plenty of rooms. So we can sleep apart.

Levi nodded. The piece of thread he was playing with snapped off in his fingers. "I've never been." He'd never seen a cape before. Or any boy of water other than a lake or river. He was much better at land-based warfare. Had a gift for it even. He wondered if he'd ever see a battlefield again. His new husband might feel he was the one in charge of that.

Eerie’s eyes snapped to the broken thread then back to over Levi’s shoulder. He was reluctant to look at him, still denying the fact that he had to spend the rest of his life with this prick.
“I think you’ll enjoy it quite a lot. Capes are rather nice.”

Levi shrugged. He doubted his ability to enjoy anything at this point. It was just kind of an absence of dislike or pain. Something he doubted he could even feel when he was around Eerie. Instead of voicing all of that mess, he replied "I hope so."

Eerie looked away again. He hated this skimming talk. This was exactly why dating existed. If he and Levi dated first, Eerie definitely would’ve dropped him. He was too finicky, and he never seemed to enjoy anything. Eerie just wanted someone who was really bright and bubbly, but nooo…

Levi sighed when the conversation petered off. This was going to suck ass, he could already feel it. Nobody to talk to, nothing to do, and nowhere else to go. He was supposed to be leading a campaign into the east right now Instead he had a stranger beside him and an uncertain future ahead of him.

Eerie looked around. Maybe he’d get up, get some food and choke on it and die on his way back. It was better than watching the people down below party mockingly as he and Levi sitting side by side in years of miscommunication and hate.

Levi wondered when they'd be going on the honeymoon. Would he be able to say goodbye to his soldiers, or would they be quietly distributed among the other legions? Would they even know he was being forced away from them, or would they think he was abandoning them? He shoved the questions to the back of his mind. They would do him no good. Besides, his father had told him not to worry. Said everything was taken care of.

Eerie desperately wanted to act on his choking on food and dying plan. He had to give himself props for it, even. But he’d chicken out, as always, and just go for a glass of alcohol. Eerie blinked to realize that he was still sitting in his seat. He really needed to stop daydreaming.

How long was this party going to last? Levi thought, watching dancers swirl together, happy couples string lovingly into each other's eyes. Apparently, sooner than he thought. An announcer stepped out onto the balcony and announced that it was time for the last dance of the night. The dance that centered around the newlyweds. He stood and held out a hand so he and Eerie could take the dance floor.

Eerie bit his lip and grabbed Levi’s hand then rose. He really didn’t want to be there, walking down to the dancefloor, with hundreds of guests staring at them. Yet there they went, into the middle of the floor, to the middle of the attention.

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.”