Tweek fidgeted with his outfit as silently as he could. The silk was so light sometimes he felt like he was naked. Green and blue swathed his body. His blonde hair had been washed and was combed back, small beads of silver ran across his forehead. Tweek couldn't tell if it was meant to be a crown of sorts or just a hair embellishment. The crowd went silent. The court was full of Royalty and nobles. Tweek noticed the High Queen sitting down the bench from him. He really felt out of place in the first row with other 'VIPs'.
The large doors at the back opened, a small entourage flooded into the room. Sunlight streamed in through the frosted windows and lit their path. Craig came up in the rear, stunning. Tweek held his breath as Craig slipped him a smile. His battered clothes had been switched out for silver garments and gold armor so thin it nearly looked like fabric. His black hair swept across his forehead gently. The bandages wrapped around half of his face were still there, but were now covered by a beautifully embroidered patch.
He kept walking to the front of the throne room, his air seemingly confident. Tweek watched as he stopped before the throne. He turned and met eyes with the magistrate.
Tweek had never been to a coronation before, especially not a fey one.
The hall grew silent as the magistrate began to read from a scroll, the words Tweek couldn't understand but he got the jist. Craig was being sworn in as King.
"Prince Craig, under the fall of the past King, King Thomas, I present you this crown." The magistrate gently picked up an intricate silver crown from the pillow a small child held. Craig bowed slightly, the crown was placed in his soft hair. Tweek smiled as Craig turned towards the crowd.
"I present, King Craig!"
The crowd cheered, solemn choir music started up.
The castle was festive that night, the large feast room was packed with good tiding and the hope for a brighter future. Tweek sat next to Craig at the head table, trying his best to avoid talking as nearly everyone wanted to speak to Craig. Even the Queen stopped by briefly to congratulate him.
"Ambassador Tweak." She smiled fondly at Tweek before heading off.
The festivities started for real after the long meal was over. Plenty of dancing and games, and even more hors d'oeuvres and wines. Craig sat and watched for a while, his fingers tapped against his arm.
"Tweek, will you dance with me?" He asked, his visible eye still trained on the proceedings.
"I-I don't know how to d-dance." Tweek rubbed his arm. "Maybe you s-should dance with the Queen." Tweek offered. He was trying his best to be diplomatic.
Craig took his hand. "Nonsense, I'm dancing with you."
The dance floor cleared as they approached the middle. The King was having his dance, and everyone was going to watch. Craig smiled at Tweek and laced one of his hand with Tweek's.
"Just focus on me." He set his other hand on Tweek's waist. Tweek took a guess and nervously set his hand on Craig's shoulder. "And the music. They're not even here."
Tweek wished it was that easy as Craig took the first step, their bodies swayed to the side. Flutes and soft strings picked up as they moved across the open dance floor. Tweek felt graceful in his shimmering clothed despite his awkward movements. Craig hummed underneath his breath, his eyes locked on Tweek's.
"Ambassador, such a big title." Craig mumbled as they spun around once.
"My p-parents want me home by dinner." Tweek muttered back, a smirk on his face. "They a-asked if you were coming."
"I hope you said yes, I wouldn't miss it for the world." Craig smiled and dipped Tweek, causing his heart to do a backflip.
The crowd waited a heartbeat before applause rang out.
Tweek flushed as a wolf whistle cut through all the applause. Craig pulled him back up and waved to the crowd. Tweek managed a smile, his best considering how flustered he was.
The dance floor was soon filled with hundreds of fey that did not include Craig. They snuck back upstairs, the party would last well into late night, and possibly even until morning. They did not have that kind of time.
Tweek stripped off his gossimer clothes and buttoned up his green shirt with shaky fingers. "Have you seen my shoes?"
"They're on the bed, babe." Craig pointed out as he zipped up his jacket. Asides from the hoodie, he wore black slacks and tennis shoes. Tweek blinked. Craig looked nearly the same as that day on the bus. He took off the patch and tossed it onto a nearby chair. "Bandages are so annoying." He sighed.
Tweek sat on the bed and pulled on his shoes, not bothering to tie the wild laces. "How do I look?"
Craig studied him. "Like a beautiful daffodil. You got the yellow, the green. The untied shoes."
Tweek laughed. "Shut up." He stood up and placed his hand in Craig's. "You sure you want to summon a portal, isn't that taxing?"
"I'm getting better." Craig objected.
The next thing Tweek knew they were on the cold street of South Park. The houses were a glow with lights at dusk. With halloween on two days away there was decorations everywhere.
"Spooky." Craig cackled at a skeleton with a propped up sign that read 'The head bone's connected to the leg bone. It's painful. Someone help.'
"...Yeah." Tweek pulled Craig away from the skeleton and up his walkway. He turned the knob, getting a good view of their decorated foyer. "Mom, Dad! We're home!"
