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Started October 23, 2018 by Deleted user

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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."

Eerie raised an eyebrow. Did he just… yelp? He gazed thoughtfully at Levi, giving him a calculating look.
“Are you alright?” He finally asked as he walked into the room.

"I'm fine." His voice was very high pitched, so Levi cleared his throat again. He pointedly didn't think about dark water rushing over his head and bodies floating around him, nothing to hold on to, holding his breath until he pulled water into his lungs as he was dying, dying, dying. "Why are you here?"

Eerie narrowed his eyes slightly. “I… came to check up on you. And talk. If we have a life’s sentence together, we might as well try to be friends and act like we love each other.”

Levi frowned. Friends were… odd. And they were close. And they asked things about your past. And what you're doing. And why you're crying. And… well, he may as well. He was going to be stuck with Eerie for the rest of his life. "That would be good." Hopefully, that wouldn't include PDA. Levi would drop kick someone who touched him without any kind of warning out of pure instinct.

Eerie gave a slight nod. “We don’t have to sleep together, but I dunno about my mum. She’ll make me do anything to assure we have a healthy relationship.” He walked over to the bed and laid down, stretching out.

Levi's stomach dropped. He hadn't slept with anyone for years. Ever since the prisoner of war episode, now that he thought about it. "Can we…not?" He asked, voice weak. He felt kind of woozy, like the room was moving back and forth, more than the way it normally does on a boat. He took a deep breath and the room steadied a bit. Was he going crazy?

Eerie calculated Levi again. “You should at least sit down. You look rather pale, you know.” He sat up, holding back a slight sigh. He could hear his mother’s words ringing in his ears: Couples who sleep in bed together have healthier relationships! Knowing his crazy mom, she’d make them sleep together the moment she found out they weren’t.

Levi shoved himself back into the chair, clutching onto the armrests like lifelines. He tried to calm down and not think about dying. Or having to sleep with someone. Or being a good husband. Or what his sister would do without him. He had a lot of stress in his life. "So…"

Eerie rubbed the back of his head. Coming in here was a bad idea. He doesn’t seem to be on top of himself at the moment…
“Look, if you want me to go, I will.”

"No!" Levi barked, flinching in surprise directly afterward. He was surprised by how much he didn't want to be alone. Eerie was strange, but he distracted Levi from all the water pouring down his throat around him in his lungs and he can't breathe but he's not ready to die. He whispered a quiet "Please" hating himself for needing this. He was a soldier! He wasn't supposed to need anything. 'you're a failure too' a nasty voice whispered in his head. The voice wasn't wrong.

Eerie jumped a little and gave a hasty, yet slight nod. “Alright, alright, I won’t go, then. I’ll stay here until it’s due time for sleep. Alright?”

"Thank you." His voice was still quiet and a silent chorus of worry chimed in the back of his mind. He tried to relax in the armchair, loosened his grip and the like, but he didn't feel any less tense. He thought back over their brief conversation, pulling up any questions he could think of. "How will we act like we're in love?"

Eerie sighed. “I have no idea. Personally I don’t think it’ll be easy, but we could pull it off pretty easily. Just hug and stuff.” Eerie rubbed his stomach, sighing. He hated the question Levi asked him, but he couldn’t act like it wasn’t important.

"Okay." He would just have to steel himself against random touches. It was something he needed to get used to anyway. Now he just had some motivation. He needed a better plan for acting in love, though. 'Hug and stuff' wouldn't work for him. Maybe he could… well, no, that wouldn't work. He could try to strategize in the morning.

Eerie looked down at the bed with a sigh. The silence of the room pressed into his ears. He shook his head a little, entwined in messed up jumbles of thoughts and memories. This was all happening so fast.

(I’m going to bed. Night.)