Running. That was all he could remember. He was running and running along a grassy peak, why was he running? And more importantly, what or who from? Even now he could not tell. The last thing he saw was water enveloping him, water filling his lungs as he screamed for help. He was swallowed by the ghastly water.
After days, a body washed up onto the shore, red hair dampened to brown and emerald eyes shut to the world. He was like an infant, reborn into the world wet and defenseless. He could not hear or see, or for that matter breathe since he still had the salty liquid still in his lungs.
Marluxia was wandering around the beach, his part of the beach, about to take a nice skinny-dip in the waters, when he found the body. He pursed his lips: This body was on his property, which made it his responsibility.
Was it dead? Marluxia couldn’t tell, but from the way it had washed up, Marluxia assumed it had drowned. Then possibly, it could be saved. There would be a new companion in it for him if he succeeded, and it would be nice to have some company other than his butler and the seamstress he worked for.
Taking a deep breath, he ran briefly through his memory of CPR and performed the steps. Only time would tell if it worked, and if this boy—it seemed like a boy—did not survive, then they’d eat a bit oddly tonight…
Air streamed into his watery lungs, and the pressure on his heart forced the water up. It did not take long for strong arms to grab the males shoulders and push the other away. He turned the other way and vomited all the excess water that had been inside him. Once that grotesque task was done, he laid in the sand, breathing heavily. His emerald eyes staring at the world above as he tried to catch his breath.
Ten five minutes went by before he finally sat up and looked at his savior, "I..I am in your debt, maiden.." of course he would think Marluxia was a girl! That pink shoulder-length hair and those feminine features...It was an obvious and innocent mistake!
Maiden? Marluxia raised a finely-groomed pink brow. Well, he supposed it was his own fault for venturing outside the privacy of his castle in a leather bustier trimmed in green plaid and matching kilt.
"...My name is Marluxia," he said simply, letting his low vocal pitch speak for itself. "Would you like to come back to my castle for some refreshments and clean, dry clothes?"
He admired the boy's appearance for a moment. He didn't have a bad build. What had he been doing in the ocean? Marluxia had a feeling it hadn't entirely been by choice.
His eyes widened, a slight. Blush tainting his cheeks as he heard the deep voice of an obvious male, "My apologies.. You are as beautiful as a woman so I merely assumed..." He stood up on weak legs and bowed,"Crevan Crepsley...At your service dear Marluxia."
Emerald eyes bored holes into the males, a warm smile on his face. He was of a slim build, hiding his muscular physique. e was completely soaked, no shoes and a weak demeanor about him made it alittle obvious he was starving aswell.
Crevan watched the male as he noticed the change. He shook his head at the offer and looked around, finding a long stick and picked it up, "Ah..I am alright...My pride is too great to allow myself to be carried by anyone." He supported himself on the stick and walked to the male with the extra support, his smile still there, "If you can cook good tasting food, I do not care what it is!" He laughed, acting like he never was in danger in the first place.
"Of course I can cook good-tasting food. I have an extensive herb garden and lots of fresh meat." Marluxia licked his lips just thinking about it. He started back to the castle at a slow pace, making small talk with Crevan as they traipsed through the sand.
He finally got around to asking what he'd wanted to ask. "How did you come to be on the beach?" He tried to put it delicately.
Crevan noticed the way the other was already salivating at the mouth at the mention of good food. He chuckled and quickened his pace slightly so they were not walking too slow for his new companion. He enjoyed their small talk, be tried hard to keep certain things from this man,"Uhm... I was being chased and ran off of a cliff...apparently kissings someone's husband on their honeymoon is a /really/ bad thing to do.. Especially when that person suddenly becomes a prince..." He did not lie about that, but he had a feeling he had to lie about his past and such to keep himself from being thrown out of this mans home, "Not my fault he swung that way and I was drunk..."
Marluxia's face darkened. He had his own bad memories of rivals absconding with the man he loved or, if he was going to be less dramatic, at least sending him away on ridiculously long 'missions' so that he and Marluxia had no contact... But then, he thought, this man's behaviour had nothing to do with /him/. Marluxia had no reason to be pre-emptively jealous.
"Well, perhaps next time you'll wait until the bride isn't looking" was all he said, trying to make light of it. "Just don't kiss my Saïx and we're fine. Though I doubt you'd have the chance. He doesn't even know about this place..."
Marluxia trailed off, biting his lip. He hadn't heard from Saïx since last May. Saïx had taken him on an impromptu picnic at the Altar of Naught the second he'd gotten home and had been about to ask him something-- probably something important, Marluxia thought indignantly-- when Xemnas had called him away for YET ANOTHER mission, and Marluxia hadn't seen him since.
"Well, anyway, he's got long blue hair and an X-shaped scar across his face, and if you kiss him, I will personally blow your soul to smithereens," the pinket said fiercely, then regained his composure. "But since I don't think that will happen, you may stay in my castle as long as you wish. I could really use the company."
Crevan blinked and stared at the male as the pinket explained everything. He chuckled and shook his head, "You mistake me for a drunken harlot. I only kissed that prince because he kissed me. If I saw your Saix, I would not wait til your back was turned, I would shove him into you and wink!" He laughed, but that was soon cut short as he tripped and fell, gasping slightly in pain.
"I like the way you think," said Marluxia, brightening instantly. He caught Crevan by the waist. "Careful. I don't think your legs are up to full strength yet," he half-scolded. "I tend to be a bit vicariously possessive, so I view everyone as a drunken harlot, if that makes sense. Now, I know you won't let me carry you, but I feel I should at least support you a bit."
He felt that slim yet strong arm slip around his waist and somehow support him, "Ah..Perhaps you are right...And I understand fully since I know the feeling of wanting to posses a single person as my own. I vow never to come between you two." He stood carefully, supporting himself on the stick as he looked at the male, "I can tell you so many stories, Marluxia...Can we change the subject to a more cheery note?"
Possess? Marluxia started to frown, but then realised that Crevan was right. Yes. He did want Saïx all to himself. He missed him.
"Well, I do have a Mini-Saïx, a tiny clone he gave me a while back. It's the cutest thing. He likes to model the tiny clothes that my boss, Irina, and I make for him, and I spoil him to pieces. Usually I carry him around in my pocket, but I won't risk venturing so close to the water with him because I don't know what I'd do if I lost him. He gets along well with Irina's Dusks-- er, assistant-like creatures-- and he might sit on your shoulder when we get back to the castle. Well, he also might try to steal some of your food, the little scamp. I do spoil him so." Marluxia sighed fondly.
"Now it's your turn. Tell me something cheery."
Crevan blinked and looked at the male, trying to think of a good and cheery think to lighten the males mood, "Cheery? How about once we go inside I tie cheese to string and have your mini Saix go after it cutely? Is that good enough? Or would you like to hear a scandalous tale about two pirates?"
Marluxia smiled. "I usually use doughnut holes," he said. "Oh, but tell me about the pirates! That sounds fascinating!" His mood already brightened, he turned slightly, careful not to quicken his pace too much in his newfound levity or squeeze Crevan around the waist.
He smirked and nodded, looking up as he tried to recall the tale before starting, "Believe it or not, but this was not my first tine washing up on a shore. I washed up near a massive ship and taken aboard by a crew, but two men were stationed to watch me as I recovered. When I woke up, they did not want to even touch me because of my strange and sudden appearance by the ship. It was quite funny when I scared them by waking up so suddenly!"
"Yes... I've heard pirates are rather superstitious," said Marluxia. "So, did you kiss the pirates too?" he asked, attempting a joke, though it probably didn't come out as such, as his head was a bit woozy.
