The Prince stood beside a coffee table, looking at the flowers that were in a neat bouquet. They were red and pink, but some of the color had been grayed on a few petals to give them the same look as the ones he'd found in his room. Was he the one that left them? He wouldn't do something like that for me, though.. Gumball looked back at Marshall, hoping for an answer.
The vampire looked a bit surprised from the answer, and there was something else in his eyes that the Prince couldn't distinguish from across the room. It could have been anxiety, but there was no way to be sure. "I got them myself. A man's gotta eat - even if it's somethin' girly like flowers." the vampire blew off, back to his smirking self. The Prince wasn't too convinced about it - after all, Marshall looked a bit too shocked a couple seconds ago for it to just be an unexpected question. It was almost like guilt, but not quite.
He gave a silent sigh, knowing he wouldn't get a straight answer from his acquaintance unless the vampire wanted to actually talk, so he just gave up and set the flowers back down - curiosity gnawing at his brain. "We should get going. Want to be fashionably late as always, right Marshall?" he inquired, smiling a bit to take the edge off of them both. He headed back towards the door and out to the North so they could have a fun night.
Most of their walk had been in silence, created even deeper by how silently Marshall could float - since he saw walking was for chumps. That had the Prince pouting until they got to their destination, but he soon lost it once he saw where they were going.
The place looked innocent enough on it's own - just being a rather large run-down building, but with punks and various degrees of fright-lovers running around and having a 'fun' time, the place looked rather menacing to the untrained Prince. He was used to having balls and royal-outings, not raves with a bunch of rockers that looked like they could hand his candy-ass to him in a matter of moments.
To say he was nervous was a dramatic under-statement. A hand rested on his shoulder and for a moment he jolted, thinking one of the punks would actually portray his thoughts just from how out-of-place he was amongst them - but he found the grayed hand familiar and belonging to Marshall, who was giving him a thumbs-up when he looked up. "You'll be fine, Bubz. Just relax, enjoy yourself and forget about the kingdom for one night. I'll make sure you're in mint condition by the time we're out of here."
Gumball looked at the crowd in front of him that was romping the house and then back at Marshall, nodding with a small smile. "Alright. I trust your judgement.." he mumbled, knowing that this was Marshall's environment so he should leave the decisions up to the master. The vampire cleared his throat, floating ahead steadily with Gumball at his heels, looking around cautiously every couple moments but seeming much more relaxed than at the first glimpse of their arena.
They finally made it inside and Marshall was instantly swarmed by a few rambunctious girls - along with a couple boys - who were fans of his, asking him about the latest songs. Marshall played it a lot cooler than his encounter with the candy-people about it, but Gumball could still see he was annoyed. The Prince tried to stay close to him, but with the group moving frantically around him, he'd gotten pushed back to where he could barely see Marshall anymore. His hesitance returned to him, but he tried to trust that Marshall knew where it was and wasn't safe to party.
I can relax. I'll have fun like he said - or I'll at least give this place the benefit of the doubt and try to. Prince Gumball steeled himself and nodded absently, glancing at the group once more, seeing Marshall laughing along to a joke he'd missed, before turning away and slipping over to where drinks were being given out. He ordered a soda for now, already a jump from the tea he usually drank, and sipped it as he tried to pinpoint where the music was coming from. He was mildly surprised when he saw a live band growling into the mike and making incessant noise on their poor instruments, though it didn't sound too bad. Irritating - but not bad.
He took a gulp of his soda before setting it down on the counter. The Prince left it, drifting towards where people were 'dancing'. More like jumping around and jabbing into each other, but dancing none the less. He tried to join it - watching a certain pair of teens who seemed to be having the best time they've ever had in their lives. Gumball was almost getting it down when the music stopped and a new gang went up to play.
They were soon shooed off the stage by who the Prince assumed was the runner of the party, and then the same man announced the arrival of their main entertainment. "Marshall Lee, everybody!" the man exclaimed, soon being drowned out by the crowd who was cheering in no unison what-so-ever for the vampire to take the stage.
This must be one of his gigs. The Prince found himself smiling, cheering along with them, though a tad quieter to not draw attention. He hadn't been present to any of the other royal's events since a birthday party a few years back when everyone requested his music - which made it much too difficult to disagree to. They're all pretty excited about the new song..
All around him the punks were muttering about it as Marshall tuned up the instrument given to him - which truly didn't suit him as well as the axe-guitar back home, the Prince caught himself thinking. The vampire king scanned the crowd with almost a look of worry until the Prince's eyes met his and the musician smirked, throwing a rave-sign to him which was quickly returned. From that point, Marshall stole the mike and began playing and singing away.
The tune was familiar, one he'd heard the vampire humming on the way to the party when it had gotten too quiet for them both to take. It sounded a bit like his other songs as well, but once the lyrics came he was surprised.
La da-duh-duh-daa
I'm gonna bury you in the ground~
La da-duh-duh-daa
I wanna bury you in my sound~
I'm gonna- Drink the red-
From you're pretty pink face~
I'm gonna-
Oh. So ya' like that?
Or do you just like me~?
Marshall almost seemed to be blushing - though differently from his un-dead skin. His cheeks had tinted to a lightish-green, making the grey look more radiant as he sang and made eye-contact with Gumball in the crowd, drifting above all of them as he strummed away. The Prince swore that he'd heard more emotion from just these few lyrics than he'd gotten from the vampire in either of their long lives.
I really wanna treat you like a God~
Is that what you want me to do?
I wish that I could treat you like your perfect-
Like all your little loyal subjects do!
Sorry, I'm not made of sugar-
And I'm not sweet enough for you-
I hate that you always avoid me.
I must be such an inconvenience to you!
Prince Gumball stood in the crowd, dumbstruck. This sounds so familiar, even from before tonight. Is he singing about.. us? Gumball had wide-eyes as his eyes glued to Marshall's nearly pained face as the vampire sang his heart out - the crowd nearly silent as they excitedly hung on every word as well.
Well~
I'm just your proooblem! Well-
I'm just youuur probleeem!
It's like I'm- Not even a person-
Am I? No, no..
Well, I~ Shouldn't have to justify what I do!
And I~ Shouldn't have to prove anything to you!
I'm sorry that I exist-
I fear it's what landed me on your blacklist~
Well, I~ Should have to be the one that wakes up with you!
But- Why do I waaant to?
Why do I want to~?
I don't have a clue! I'm asking you!
Why do I want to~?
By this point, with Gumball's thoughts still questioning if the song was for him or them or whoever was in Marshall's thoughts, the pink prince was blushing deeply. One hand gripped the shirt Marshall had given him tightly, over his heart as his breathing quickened. He felt odd, like he couldn't breathe, but he had enough oxygen - like he couldn't think, but his thoughts were going a mile a minute. What's wrong with me? This hasn't happened before, what..?
The Prince's eyes were still stuck on Marshall's form who kept singing away, pain and emotion and longing carved onto his face along as within every word that came from him. He was feeling light-headed as he tried to listen, stumbling back as he went to pick up his drink - hoping it would clear his head as he tried to keep listening.
'Cuz I~ Didn't mean to push all my love away~
But I'm~ Just your problem..~
Gumball had made it to his drink, gulping down the contents before the song had even finished. Instead of the result he'd hoped for, it seemed to make it worse - his mind and vision slowly going fuzzy. Someone beside him asked if he was alright, oddly no concern in his voice. The Prince tried to reply but his mouth felt dry and he was cotton-mouthed as he slumped down to the floor, hands trying to pick him up. Wait- I don't know you. Where's Marshall? Is he still singing? Singing about us..?
None of his questions were answered as he was half-picked up and half-dragged towards the door, as his fuzzy vision had caught. Then he was dropped harshly and he heard what sounded like Marshall yelling - though he couldn't tell to whom, or what he was yelling about. The Prince's head hurt, and he tried to focus his eyes to see. All he saw was Marshall, eyes glowing red as he punched the man who'd helped him in the face and then float over to the fallen Prince, hovering in front of his face and mouthing a question before Gumball's vision and hearing finally went completely, leaving him in silent darkness.