Misguided Adventures and Magical Attachments (Completed)

Chapter 34

The prince opened his eyes in the royal bed, feeling well-rested and awfully warm. His heart was still thumping a noticeable rhythm in his chest. The boy was also, he found with another rush of color to his cheeks, in the same embrace that caused it. Pine Tree lovingly pressed a kiss to the side of Bill's face, leaning into him. "Morning, sweet demon," he breathed, almost on instinct.

Bill smiled at him, holding him close. "Morning, my prince," the demon chuckled softly, kissing his cheeks. "Do you feel rested and ready for today?"

"I need to clean up a bit first, but yeah, pretty much," he responded happily. "Thank you for staying the night with me."

Bill nodded, sitting up. "Of course! Anything to make my Pine Tree happy." He grinned, getting off the bed. "Oh . . . The bathroom you requested is right there." Bill pointed, walking like a classic human, and opened the door. A large bathroom was behind it with a shower, huge, spa-like bath tub and every other necessity that crossed his mind, all in extraordinary detail.

The boy's mouth dropped open despite having seen the luxuriousness of the entire Fearamid. He wasn't used to living in such a rich environment. "I know you have magic . . . but wow," he said with a laugh, having gotten up as well. His crown was on the side table — which, in fact, looked like it should have been expensive. He stood.

The blond chuckled. "A king and his prince deserve only the finest things. Enjoy feeling like a Northwest, kid. And as the ruler of the universe, anything is possible!" The demon grinned from ear to ear. "I'll leave you to clean up and grab some food while you . . . take care of business." He dipped into a polite bow, about to walk out of the bedroom.

"Um, Bill?" Pine Tree said quickly, swallowing down a torment of emotions and gratitude. He smiled shyly. "I . . . I really appreciate it."

Bill nodded. "You're welcome." He continued to smile and stepped out of their room. And if you need anything I'll still be here, he thought to him, starting down the staircase.

He couldn't help but grin, removing the bulk of his clothes after walking into the bathroom. It was, considerately, without triangles in any of the decor. No unwelcome eyes to peep at him, nothing to make him feel uncomfortable. Which was, he found, a gift in itself. Pine Tree took off Bill's long sleeve he'd worn the past few days to hide the tattoo, beaming at the design on his arm. He could continue to conceal it if he wanted. He had the power to maintain invisibility or he could just go on wearing what he had. But he was the prince of the apocalypse, of Weirdmageddon, of the entire universe when it came to it. He smiled, hand tracing the empty wheel on his arm, tapping his own symbol once before letting his gaze linger over the centerpiece, the grand beauty that was Bill Cipher. He kissed it, right on top of his eye, only once. It didn't feel the slightest bit strange.

Bill, who was down in the throne room by now, checking on the progress, felt his mind's eye tingle. He blinked. Did Pine Tree just . . . kiss one of his eyes? As far as he knew there wasn't any in the bathroom except for . . . Ah, the tattoo. His cheeks heated slightly as he smiled, staring at Pine Tree's throne standing next to his. It was perfect. Weirdmageddon was everything he wanted and more.

The boy showered without incident, pleased when the water came out normal and warm, and he scrubbed himself clean, having already done the . . . filthier of his necessities. The liquid stream turned off and he stepped out, droplets dripping from his body onto the tiled floor. Each tile was a unique shape, instead of the usual square, made in different, pristine and elegant colors, like dark gems and marble. But they all fit together seamlessly. He smiled in admiration, rubbing his tattoo again, before drying himself with one of the towels. He paused, a smitten hum escaping his lips. It was the softest thing he'd ever felt. He could have fallen asleep in it. Standing in that same position, he shook his head with a chuckle, his wet bangs heavy on his birthmark. Bill, he called out sarcastically, exasperatedly, a trillion times lovingly, you really are doing your best to spoil me, huh?