Underneath the Crystal Moon
a/n: I do not own Labyrinth. Or the plot line of the movie contained therein.
Part Three: Eamon
Chapter 3
Eamon gazed speculatively at the blue contraption. Rhiannon had called it a 'car'. It had two doors. Eamon only vaguely remembered a 'car' from his mother's memories.
"You say this thing is going to take us to different places?" Eamon asked the impatient Rhiannon. Rhiannon was wearing a white skirt that was loose and flowing, ending at her knees. It was made of some kind of gauzy material. She wore one of those brown 'tank tops', and had a leather belt riding low on her hips. She wore flat brown sandals, and her blonde hair was hanging in a thick braid down her back.
"Eamon, trust me. Get in," Rhiannon told him. She opened his door and motioned for him to sit. She pulled out the buckle and buckled him in. Then she went to the driver's side and did the same. Eamon jumped a little when she started the car, but relaxed when he realized it was not going to attack him.
"How far away is this 'mall'?" Eamon asked her.
"About thirty minutes, give or take," Rhiannon informed him.
Rhiannon had explained to him that they needed more clothing for him, since they did not know how long he was going to be here. She had told him they were going to go to a 'mall'. He had asked her what a 'mall' was.
"A mall is a large building with a lot of different stores in it. They are all under one roof to make it easier for people to get all their shopping done. And there are a lot of people in the mall, all the time," she had told him.
Rhiannon was driving down the road when Eamon decided he should make conversation.
"So, what do you like to buy at the mall?" Eamon asked her.
"Shoes. I love shoes. I have, like, two hundred pairs of shoes I swear," Rhiannon rolled her eyes.
"But I have almost never seen you wear shoes," Eamon frowned.
"You have only been here since yesterday. And besides, I never said I loved to wear the shoes I buy," Rhiannon pointed out.
"Why buy shoes if you will never wear them?" Eamon asked.
"Don't worry, it is a girl thing. You would never understand," Rhiannon sighed.
Eamon pondered that the rest of the way to the mall, and was still pondering it when they got out of the car.
"Eamon, let it go. You will never figure us females out," Rhiannon laughed, and held out her hand. Eamon looked down at it, confused, "Hold my hand, Eamon. We should stay together. Plus, you are cute and I will make all the other girls jealous"
"If you really want to make them jealous then let them see us dance," Eamon said as he swept the witch into a quick waltz in the parking lot.
Rhiannon laughed at the Fae as he ended a turn, and led him into the mall by his soft hand.
The mall was kind of amazing to Eamon. It was huge, and there were so many people. So many mortals. All in one place. And half the girls were barely dressed.
"How do these girls get out of the house wearing less than most people wear to bed?" Eamon heard himself splutter. Rhiannon laughed.
"It's the latest fashions. They seem to think that by wearing the equivalent of lingerie everywhere they go that they will attract the members of the opposite sex. They do not seem to realize that all the mystery is gone when they do that," Rhiannon pointed out.
"If I ever had a daughter she would not be allowed out like that," Eamon huffed. Rhiannon let out a twinkling laugh, "What?"
"Once they turn eighteen you have no say in what they do anymore," Rhiannon pointed out.
"I am the heir to the Goblin Throne. I am the Crown Prince. My children will be the next in line for the throne. I will be damned if they will get away with that!" Eamon said harshly.
"Calm down Eamon. I am sure things work different where you come from," Rhiannon squeezed his hand.
"The Underground," Eamon told her.
"The whatta?"
"I come from the Underground. My mother and father are the King and Queen of the Goblin Kingdom," Eamon told her.
"Your father is the Goblin King?" Rhiannon asked.
"Yeah, why?"
"I just came across that term in a book. I will look back at it later. Ohh! Shoe sale!"
Eamon found himself being dragged into a department store. Rhiannon headed straight for the women's shoes. Eamon sat down in a black chair, while Rhiannon started stacking shoe boxes in her arms. She made several trips back to the chair next to him, and stacked the boxes on the floor. She finally sat down and took out a pair of black heels.
"How tall are those?" Eamon asked her.
"By the great American system of inches and feet? Four inches high," Rhiannon told him as she slipped of her brown sandals. She slipped on the strappy heels and stood up.
Eamon nearly became short of breath. Damn, her legs were long. So long. She pointed her toe and bent her knee, turning her heel this way and that. She movcd over to a mirror and studied the effect more closely.
"What do you think?" Rhiannon asked him.
"Um, looks good!" Eamon said brightly, trying not to show how he was feeling.
Rhiannon tried on many pairs of shoes, and then selected several pairs for Eamon. He ended up with two pairs of sneakers, and a pair of black dress shoes. A sales person helped them carry the boxes to the register, where Rhiannon handed over a plastic rectangle to the cashier.
"What's that?" Eamon asked her.
"This? Oh, they call this a credit card. I pay with this for now, and then they send me a bill later on in the month," Rhiannon explained, "It's so funny to explain this all to you!"
Eamon frowned. If Rhiannon had ever met his father she would have seen that his frown matched his.
They had spent a good two Aboveground hours shopping for shoes. It was now time for lunch. Rhiannon bought them more pizzas and sodas. They sat in the little food court and Rhiannon contemplated the rest of their shopping schedule. After lunch they found themselves in another department store that specialized in men's clothing. Rhiannon helped Eamon pick out pants and shirts. She felt herself salivate when he came out of the dressing room wearing a tight pair of jeans and a grey t-shirt, which emphasized his lean form and lithe muscles. With his long hair back he looked like some kind of rock star. She realized she was staring, and she looked down.
"I like it!" Eamon told her enthusiastically.
"Good," Rhiannon smiled. They paid, and realized it was dark outside.
"Took us a long time to shop," Eamon told her.
"We can get some take out and a video," Rhiannon offered.
"What's a video?" Eamon asked. Rhiannon let out a loud laugh that made her face light up exponentially.
"Come on sweetheart, I will educate you," Rhiannon grabbed Eamon's free hand and led him to the car.
Some time later the pair sat on the large couch in Rhiannon's living room. Rhiannon had decided on Chinese food, so Eamon was staring at an egg roll with trepidation.
"What is this?" he asked the beautiful blonde. Her hair was now piled on top of her head in a messy bun, and she wore a white tank top with red flannel pants.
"Egg woll," Rhiannon told him, her mouth full of chow mein.
Eamon laughed, "Egg woll?"
Rhiannon swatted him and swallowed, "Egg roll. It's good. Trust me"
Eamon bit into the roll, and chewed thoughtfully, "Not bad"
Rhiannon had decided to rent some video about some kid who has to save some princess from some guy in a black suit, Eamon could not remember what she had told him about it. She had insisted that the movie was pure genius. She had just placed it in some electronic contraption and a moving picture popped up on the screen. Eamon had gleaned bits about televisions from when his mom was mortal, but he had never seen anything like this in his mom's memories.
After he was done eating, the kid had just gotten to the princess in question. Eamon felt full, and he leaned back on the couch. He felt sleepy too, after the busy day of shopping. Rhiannon was curled up on the other end of the couch, a content look on her face as she watched the movie.
"Come here," Eamon commanded her. Rhiannon scooted closer to him. He lifted up his arm, and Rhiannon ducked under it, resting her head on his shoulder. Eamon just wanted to be close to her. She was the only friend he had just then.
Eamon did not know when he fell asleep. He only remembered the kid had been flying his spaceship down some trench while the guy in the black suit was chasing him. Eyelids closed, not to open again until morning.
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Erebus sat in the carriage, content with his place, but uncomfortable with the speed. They had been on the road for two days, and he knew they had much further to go before they reached his new home, the Goblin Kingdom. He was rather fond of goblins. Little creatures capable of great mischief. He could not wait to use this form to take over. From what he understood, he was the Crown Prince. By listening to the carriage driver and the footmen, he had come to realize that he had brothers, sisters, a father, and an incredibly beautiful mother.
Erebus used his considerable magic to speed this carriage and its horses up. They had told him it would take a month to reach the Goblin City. With his help, they would be there in only a week.
"Giddyup," was all that crossed his lips as he idly planned the hostile takeover of the Goblin Kingdom.