Underneath the Crystal Moon
a/n: I do not own Labyrinth. This is it until next week. Hope all of you can handle it.
Part Three: Eamon
Chapter 6
Rhiannon decided to splurge, since it was their first 'date'. After they finished their picnic, she took him to the mall and had him pick something to wear on his own. She swore not to look, and even closed her eyes while paying the cashier.
"Do you think you will be okay in the mall by yourself for a little bit?" Rhiannon asked him.
"I am the crown prince of a kingdom, I think I can handle being alone in the mall for a little bit," Eamon smiled.
"Come back in an hour," Rhiannon told him. She handed him her watch. Then she went one way, and he went another.
Rhiannon ended up in a store she loved, filled with beautiful clothing of all styles. And shoes. It did not take long for Rhiannon to pick out a pair of low-slung black capris, made out of black gabardine, that came to mid-calf. The top she picked was a black camisole, made of crinkled black chiffon over a nude base. It was gathered in the middle, and had incredible beaded detailing. Rhiannon pulled her long blond hair up, and imagined it in a long, sleek ponytail. A salesclerk brought out a pair of black ballet flats that suited Rhiannon's tall frame and the capris.
All in all, Rhiannon left the store in a good mood. She was practically bouncing while walking back to the meeting spot. Eamon was already there, sitting patiently on a bench.
"You find what you were looking for?" Eamon asked her. She nodded. He took her bags from her and he carried everything to the car. She smiled at him once she was buckled in.
Eamon placed Rhiannon's bags in her room, and then hung up the clothing he had purchased in his room. He looks admiringly at the charcoal pinstriped pants, and the white linen shirt. He had even purchased a pair of black dress shoes that were not only stunning, but were very comfortable. The salesclerk had shown him how to roll up the sleeves on the shirt so that it looked a little casual, and how to unbutton the top couple of buttons to let the white t-shirt underneath to show. The slacks were slim, and showed off his height. Totally appropriate for going out, he was sure. If he were back Underground it would have been breeches and the usual shirts and the such. Here, he could experiment a little bit.
As Rhiannon hung up her clothing she thought much the same thing, but in the opposite way. Here, she was limited to the same old clothes everyone else wore. If she were Underground with Eamon, she could wear all sorts of fascinating outfits.
And admit it, being there with him would be the greater attraction, Rhiannon thought to herself.
"Shut up," Rhiannon told herself.
"How long do we have until we have to leave?" Eamon called out to her from his room.
"Well, unfortunately, we only have about two hours until we have to leave for the restaurant," Rhiannon told him.
"I'm going to take a nap," Eamon told her.
"I'll wake you in an hour," Rhiannon offered.
"Thanks"
Rhiannon knew that there was no time for her to mess around. She needed to bathe, and do her hair and makeup. All the things necessary to look all pretty for a few hours.
The bath felt good. Afterwards, she sat at her vanity and pulled the comb through her hair, pulling it higher and higher until it was at the crown of her head. At that point she secured the ponytail with a black hair band, and then wrapped a sheer black scarf around the ponytail, tying it into a bow. Her bangs were wispy around her face. She took some smoothing cream and worked it through the ponytail with a comb. The cream would help to keep the ponytail smooth and straight. It would take some time to dry. She applied concealer, foundation, blush, eyeshadow, eyeliner, powder and mascara to her face. Her eyes were done in silver, gray, and black. It made them look smokey, and seductive. She used a light pink gloss on her lips, so as not to distract eyes from eyes.
Rhiannon padded down the hall in her bathrobe, and opened Eamon's door. He was passed out on his bed, still dressed in the clothing they went shopping in.
"Eamon?" Rhiannon asked, shaking his shoulder. He did not wake up. Rhiannon shook him harder. Finally, she blew in his ear, and he opened his eyes with a start.
"Time?" he asked.
"Get up you schlub," Rhiannon smiled at him. She saw his eyes widen a little as he took in her robe, and the state of her hair and makeup, "What?"
"I have never seen anyone use face paints in such a way," Eamon told her.
"Well, this is the way I do it," Rhiannon told him, "I'm going to go get dressed. I will meet you downstairs"
Eamon rose up from the bed as Rhiannon left the room, her perfume lingering in the air. She smelled like orange blossoms today. He went into the bathroom and came out minutes later, only to disappear back into his room. He pulled a white t-shirt over his head, and then pulled on some dress socks. He buttoned and zipped the slim charcoal trousers, and then he slid his arms into the lightweight shirt. The pants did not require a belt. He left a couple of buttons undone, and rolled up the sleeves slightly. He brushed his blond hair, and left it down. It hung like a river of pale moonlight, shining and shimmering. He looked in the mirror and found the effect to be suitable.
"Was this what you had in mind?" Eamon asked as he bounded down the stairs. Rhiannon almost did a double-take at the sight of him, looking like something out of a romance novel.
"You look wonderful," Rhiannon told him as she looked him up and down.
"Ah, don't look at me like that, you will make me blush," Eamon warned, even as he was eyeing her the same way. She looked tall, and incredibly sexy, "Shall we go?"
Rhiannon took the arm he offered her, and they walked out the door. Rhiannon locked the door, then placed her keys in the tiny black purse she was carrying.
Dinner was wonderful. They spoke about the Underground and The Labyrinth over their appetizer, and mused about Aboveground customs over the main course. By the time they were finishing off the tiramisu, Rhiannon was in stitches over a story about the first time Eamon got his brother-in-law, Aidan, drunk.
"The Beatles? You were singing The Beatles?" Rhiannon laughed, wiping tears from her eyes.
"At the top of our lungs!" Eamon assured her.
The bill came as they were finishing their coffee, and Rhiannon gladly picked it up. After all, it was not everyday that a common witch got to dine with a Crown Prince. And she could not have asked for better dinner company. He was gorgeous, sweet, kind, charming, and had more sexuality in his pinky than a majority of men. It was not like her to be so….well, horny. She liked sex, and was not shy about it, but she was rarely ever so forward. Just the same, her goal tonight was to finally find out exactly how well her house guest could kiss, if not how well he perform…other tasks.
They climbed into her car once again, and drove a short ways to the new club, which was already beginning to form a line. They paid the valet to park the car, and then Eamon led her to the line, his hand resting on her lower back.
"Why the line?" Eamon asked her.
"Ah, the bizarre Aboveground ritual of picking and choosing. They are trying to pick and choose the best looking people. We should have no trouble with how good you look," Rhiannon leaned into his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her. That made Rhiannon happy.
She was right. Not long after that, a bouncer brought them front and center, and admitted them both, to the dismay of the gathering masses.
The club was new, and it showed. Flat screen televisions were flashing everywhere, and the light and sound were state-of-the-art. This place had a lounge, where ambient beats were spun, two dance floors of popular dance music, and a room of house beats. It was three levels, and each level had its own bar. This place was simply extravagant.
Rhiannon loved all kinds of music, and she loved to dance.
"You do not have to dance if you do not want to," Rhiannon yelled at Eamon over the music, "I know you are probably used to waltzing or something like that!"
"We will see!" Eamon told her.
Rhiannon started scanning the club for her friends, and did not see them yet. She made her way to the bar, and signaled the bartender.
"What can I get you beautiful?" the bartender asked her.
"Two red headed sluts!" Rhiannon ordered the sweet, Jagermeister based shooters. It was not long before she was handing a ten dollar bill to the bartender. She waved for him to keep the change, and then handed one to Eamon.
"To Erebus, the only reason I am getting to spend this evening with you. He may be evil, and he may have taken your magic, but I am grateful that you came to me," Rhiannon clicked her glass against Eamon's and downed the sweet shooter. Eamon did the same.
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It was night when the carriage pulled up to the Castle Beyond the Goblin City. Aidan rushed out of the stables, where he had been doing some late night grooming on Hanyou while Phoenix and the twins slept. Eamon stepped out of the carriage and fixed his eyes on Aidan. Aidan looked in the eyes of the Fae who was not only his brother-in-law but also his best friend, and saw something was off.
"Ah, there you are. Is there something left for dinner? I'm famished," Eamon said as he swept past Aidan like he was a common stableboy, no one to pay mind too.
"Aren't you concerned with what your parents are going to say about your behavior with Celinda? What went wrong?" Aidan asked the prince.
"Nothing went wrong. The girl threw herself at me, I did what she asked and mated with her. Nothing else," Eamon walked in the front doors of the castle. Aidan frowned as he followed, leaving the duty of putting the carriage horses away to a small horde of goblins.
"You hurt that girl, Eamon. This is not like you," Aidan said to his friend.
"Who are you to speak to me in such a manner? I am the Crown Prince, and you had best remember your station when speaking with me," Eamon said haughtily. He caught a goblin maid by her hair, "You! Have someone bring my bags in and have dinner sent to my rooms"
The maid squeaked and curtsied as she went about Eamon's wishes. Once his bags had been brought in Eamon followed the goblins carrying them upstairs.
Aidan could sense it in the air. Wrongness. Eamon did not belong. He was not Eamon. Aidan ran as fast as he could to see his in-laws.