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Why did things always backfire on him?

Why was he even trying?

...Why did he even care anymore?

A sudden crashing sound shocked him out of his depressing thoughts, he wished he could move, see what in the world was going on… but then he felt it. His soul started to sing its song, starting at a hum and fastly graduating to yelling. It was calling to the one it was bounded to. Neil was nearby.

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Neil paced as the day fell to night. The barrier keeping him away from the cells and keeping Edwin stuck and magicless was down. It would only take a small hit to break it now. It had only been a week, but it felt like so long… he missed Edwin so much. He couldn’t sleep at all. Too busy thinking about what they were going to do…

...How they were going to manage on their own. They were running away tonight. He already moved everything from Eddie’s room to the cabin, with a little help from Dean and his guard Bernard, a close friend to Edwin from what he’s heard.

The two of them had met during the monthly meetings many a time, but they’ve never been able to talk one on one. It was weird talking to Bernard if Neil was honest, but it was interesting to find out how close the two were as well. Surprising to find that Bernard had known about their close relationship since near the beginning, not when they were teens, but after the ball, when they took their feelings more seriously.

Yes, they had started a secret relationship near a decade ago, before his mother died, but they mostly used it as a secret excuse to cuddle with each other more, to allow themselves to grow closer. When they really started to consider each other boyfriend was after the ball when they realized just how much they loved the other-and that they could not live without the other. In their case, literally.

Neil had no idea when their souls bounded, but if he had to guess, it’d be when they got the cabin. Their own place. The place they were running away to.

Ceil and he were still stuck together in a room, unfortunately, but it allowed him to say goodbye before he left. Having said goodbye to Dean earlier in the day, promising to find a way to write to them when it was safe. The court would be looking for Neil for some time after they run away, but no longer than a year, if that. He knew the head of the court would do his best to have the head of their traitor King, but the rest of the court would lose interest fast, and even more so with the coaxing of Ian. If they were lucky, they could write in a few months.

Dropping by little Martin’s room on the way, he gave a tearful goodbye to his nephew, the child still too young to understand what was going on around him-but doing his best to comfort his uncle. Carefully, he pulled some earplugs out of his pocket and stuck them in the toddler’s ears.

It was going to be loud, and he didn’t want his family to be traumatized because he couldn’t leave his castle sooner. Martin squirmed at the weird feeling in his ears, not being able to hear anything. Neil put a finger over his mouth, signaling for the young royal to keep quiet, and the child copied the action, giggling softly. Neil gave him a final kiss of the forehead before leaving the room, only letting his rage start to boil when he left.

He kept a strong cork on his emotions, even more so his anger, as his negativity often boiled over and created excess magic. Petrifying to any child, terrifying to any teen, malicious to any adult. Just before he reached the guarded cells was when his transformation completed, his rage and protective love creating a balanced layer around him. Letting him control his negativity, but still allow the liquified solid cocoon him and envelope his body protectively. Thick, sharp, and menacing tendrils protruding from his back.

Guards rushed to stop him when he made it to the entrance-but he quickly pierced their SOULS. It was cruel, to immediately kill them, but he couldn’t let his progress be stopped. This was an in and out rescue. He didn’t want them to alert more guards and have him take more lives than he has to.

Their dust coated the ground, and he put forth all of his energy into a final blow of the force field keeping him away from his Edwin. A loud crash rang out.

His soul started to sing… and another was singing alongside it.

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A dark shadow started to walk towards his cell, and he recognized it immediately.

“Nightmare! Edwin smiled, brightly, his voice harsh and hoarse, barely able to make the words.

Neil finally spotted his black boned body in the darkness, following on instinct alone, running to his and tearing the cell door off-quickly curling around Edwin in a tight hug. Pressing kiss after kiss to the servant’s head and body.

Yells started to reach them, and the King snapped his head back up, watching the door carefully-pulling Edwin closer and growling threateningly. Daring anyone to come down and take his Eddie away from him.

The servant sighed contently as rubbed the Royal’s shoulder, a small gesture to calm down, to let him know he was safe. Edwin maneuvered himself into his King’s arms, letting himself be carried bridally in Neil’s grasp. Looking down and pushing himself closer into the Royal’s currently goopy body as they stood up, Neil still as tall as the day at the ball. The memory of the King leaning down a little to let Edwin fix his necklace flashing in their mind’s briefly, before focusing back on the present.

“I’m going to have to teleport us out of here, okay?” Neil muttered, not letting his eyes move from the door.

“Where are we going?”

“...Home.” Guards started to march down and into the cells, the front lines of the squad able to see the two dark figures for mere seconds before they disappeared from sight.

Outside of the castle, across the castle, Neil ran, only able to teleport so far. Slipping and tripping but regaining himself. Running away into the woods. Into the future.

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“Could you get some more purple yarn? And black thread too?” Ru spoke, voice quiet and whispering, barely heard through his scarf. Pulled up high to cover the abnormal tear tracks down his face, his hood pulled over his skull, only allowing people to see his eyes. The less to see, the less to recognize, the lower the chance they’ll be found.

“Of course,” He smiled further, “Anything else?”

“Only for you to get back quickly.” His soulmate joked, playfully punching his shoulder, tone flirtatious. “Go on, I’ll be waiting, Night.”

Neil walked off, checking over his shoulder often, more so than he probably should but just wanting to check on his glitchy. Quickly he went from vender to vender, buying the things they needed with the money they earned from their booths. Each item checked off the list, and the materials for his lover, he rushed back over to Edwin’s side.

“I didn’t mean for you to run around faster than any animal when I said get back quickly.” His love rushedly whispered to him as he grabbed some extra vegetables for a customer from their wheelbarrows, going back over to the customers before the ex-Royal had a chance to rebut.

The customer walked away and Neil walked forward, interlocking his hand with his partners under the table, gripping the rough scared hands gently. Even daring enough to slightly lean on the other.

“Just proves how much I wanted to get back to you.” He whispered back, smiling widely.

“Mhm.” Edwin hummed, used to how cheesy and romantic his boyfriend could get. “How much did it all cost?” He asked, pulling out a notebook and flipping to a half-used page.

“Thirteen twenty-five.” The elder answered simply, “How much did it set us back?”

“Well, I’ve already made twenty today, so not at all.”

“How much more until we’re able to buy those tickets? With enough money leftover.” Neil asked, resting his head on his ex-Aid’s.

“I think by the end of the day,” Edwin started, a smile in his voice, “We’ll have more than enough for those boat tickets.”

The ex-King smiled more, finally, out to a new place. Somewhere with less chance of being found! America was far from their little England town, but it was worth it. It was going to be even farther away from their family, but it could them a chance to start their own. Grow their relationship, blossom a family, die with a happy end.

It would take some packing, considering all the plants they have and what they would need to leave behind or sell, and the seeds they would have to bring with them. Even more so all the belongings they have gained over the years they’ve lived full time in their cabin. Clothes that Edwin had made, the furniture he had crafted, the books hey had bought along with the precious possessions they owned from when they were in the castle-their necklaces stashed away and safe.

“Write a letter to the family to prepare a meeting?” Error asked quietly, looking up at his best friend who nodded in agreement.

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It was late when they ventured out under the cover of night, prepared with all their belongings. Hand in hand, they teleported away, not to a dock, ready to depart for a ship, but to a house of memories.

The beach house was awake and lights on, the front windows holding shadows of people, one running out of view.

The door burst open and the next Neil knew he was on the grass with his younger brother hugging him tightly, his inlaw coming out of the house as well, a young tired boy in his arms.

“There you two are, we were starting to worry,” Cecil spoke, happiness in his voice, “But, now you’re here!” They smiled as the child in his arms started to wake.

“Ma? What’s… going on?” Little Martin asked, not so little anymore, grown bigger since the last time the ex-King had seen him. Scary to believe it’s been over half a decade. Slowly, the child starting to realize what was going on. “Uncle?” The prince asked, looking at Neil, then proceeded to look over to Edwin, “Uncles?”

Edwin sputtered in embarrassment, not expecting to be called that, much less be recognized as it. Did the bonds of their souls go that far? The ex-servant and Neil were Soulmates and had been for years, even to the point that it connected them farther than anyone would ever think, but for that connection to be recognized by other family… it was new.

For as long as the glitch could remember, he didn’t have any family, and if he did, he had no clue where. Whatever connection he had to them was severed when he was washed up onto the private shores of the Joku castle. To be called Uncle, it filled him with a sense of pride.

“You okay, Eddie?” Neil asked, chuckling softly as he stood up, going over to his lover. The darker boned gave a slow nod, a wide smile tugging at his skull.

“How have you two been brother?” Dean questioned as he lead everyone inside, escorting them all to the living room and in front of the roaring fire, warming them up from the cold summer night air.

The couches were plush and comfortable, the wood floor creaking with familiarity. Nothing was changed from the last time they were all here, and surely, it was as nostalgic for Dean and Cecil as it was for Neil and Edwin.

“We’ve been great, how about you guys?” The elder brother bantered, “This place bring back certain memories yet?” Neil directed his gaze to Martin, who looked at his uncle confused.

There was no being positive, since, after the beach house, Cecil snuck over to Dean’s room often and even more so during his pregnancy- but all four of them were near one hundred percent certain that the beach house was where Martin was conceived.

Cecil blushed brightly, and Dean gave a smirk.

“Great memories,” his brother laughed, “But, we’ve been good too! Still sad you weren’t able to make it to our wedding.”

Through letters, after Neil and Edwin had escaped, they stayed connected, and that included being told the happy news of Dean and Cecil getting married just a few years ago. The Kingdom jumping to forget about their disgrace of a King and quickly putting Dean in his role, rejoicing years later when they came to find that Martin wasn’t even Neil’s.

Sure, Cecil had cheated from their perspective, but so had Neil. At the least, they got a respectable heir, and with the help of Ian who had become head of the court as well, the whole kingdom quickly moved on from their old King. Calling off all searches and most not even remembering his name anymore.

“Yeah, but, at least we’re able to see little Martin one last time?” Edwin spoke, his glitching voice better than it used to be, Dean nodding.

“One last time?” Martin asked, “But I’ve just met you! Why do you have to leave?” The child asked, not knowing why his uncles had to leave so soon.

“They’re not leaving yet, Marty. They’re staying here with us for a week then going to America.” The child smiled brightly at being told that, his little grey eyes turning into stars, letting out a tired “Yay!” before his eyes started to close, drifting off to sleep.

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Sadly, their week went by all too fast, even as they spent all their time together. Neil and Edwin happily called Uncle Night and Uncle Ed throughout the whole of it, the couple spending all the time they could with the young one.

But the day to leave came quicker than they thought, and soon, they were on a boat to America, spending all the time in their small cabin until they made it to shore. And when they made it to shore, their new life began.

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Thankfully, to the Kingdom and people not related to the newborn, they could only see the curious and large grey eyes connecting him to the Queen. Martin being too young to show any signs of magic, something that would typically start to show when monsters started getting close to ten.

Cecil had even shown Martin to Edwin a few times from what he had heard, and like everyone else, he agreed he was an adorable little baby-bones.

His brother and Aid had been working together more as of late, Dean acting as King while he was stuck in bed rest, attending meetings and coming back to him at the end of the day, asking for his opinion on issues and bringing them back to the respective heads and court members. As the weeks progressed and he grew weaker, his brother began to help him with paperwork as well, reading the paper aloud and working out the document and final decision with Neil.

Daily, the younger would tell him how Edwin was doing, passing on messages and bringing back ones from his love. Sadly, Edwin had been pushed away from his side. Told to stay in his room or follow Dean until Neil got better. Little did they know, without his Eddie, he had no chance of getting better.

Although, from what Cecil had accidentally let slip, they were trying desperately to get Edwin back by his side. Appeals to doctors and the courts were going through at the moment, the Queen and Martin at his beside while Dean sat through a meeting with Edwin and testified to get him back to his side.

The young prince fussed in Cecil’s arms, wanting to move around and explore, but still far to do much more than babble, eat, and sleep. Although the young soul was trying desperately to learn to crawl and play on his own.

“Do you want me to hold him for a bit?” Neil asked, his voice quiet and eyes drooping but trying to help out his Queen. Cecil gave him a look, that just read aloud, are you serious? “Just hand him over, give your arms some rest. Besides, I’m nearly out myself, maybe he’ll get the message and sleep too.” Neil joked, which gained a small laugh from the other.

“Alright, here you go,” Cecil carefully handed the toddler to the King, “Support his neck- like that, and cradle him, just generally, be careful with him.” He directed, helping the older to properly hold and get both of them comfortable.

Neil leaned back against all the pillows behind him, letting himself get both of them comfortable and allow Martin a little more room to move around and wiggle as he pleased.

The toddle let out a little babble of words, he looked down at their large grey, curious eyes. Letting the chubby boney hands grab hold of his nose, moving to grasp at his skull. He gave a weak smile, poking his tongue out a making a noise akin to a wet fart, the child laughing and clapping his hands at it.

Soon, Martin figured out how to make the noise himself, filling the room with the sound of farts, filling the King and Queen’s SOULs with joy. Even slowing the cracking of Neil’s SOUL for a moment.

“Not bad kid,” Neil laughed, letting the two tiny hands wrap around a few of his fingers, “But I think we should get some sleep, ‘kay?” Martin started to fuss and wiggle, Neil thought for a second on how to help-but then remembered something from Dean and his childhood, “...Do you want a song?”

The baby hushed immediately, large eyes focused on him. Neil let out a sigh if only he could remember the words… He let his head drift back against the pillow and his vocals sing.

“There’s a world out up above, it would not show me love.

I thought I could stop the end, be here with you my friend.

Somewhere deep down I believed I’d bring you back to me.

I thought we could have some fun.

Can my damage be undone?

I’ve forgotten how to feel.

Not sure if I was real.

If I am no longer me, what can I still be?

By your side until the end- I thought I’d be your friend.

I still hold onto that hope, no matter what I am now.

Please just leave me behind, I couldn’t win this time.

I don’t want to let you go, I’ll be okay alone.

You deserve far better friends, now you’re here at the end.

I can let all of them go I’ll be okay alone...”

HE let his voice die out as Martin started to softly snore, his body going into its own lull of sleep. Blacking out as he kept the child in his arms.

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The Head Court member quieted everyone down, and started the meeting, organizing their papers and pulling off the top one.

“Prince Dean, currently standing in place for King Neil, you wish to hold a court meeting to appeal allowing the Servant Edwin Seequ visitation to our bed resting King?” A few court members let out chuckles, the Head paid them no mind, “Pardon me, Prince Dean, but why would you appeal for such a thing?”

“The Doctors and Guards refuse to let him in.”

“Under our orders, he is a servant and nothing more.”

“He is a close friend of the Royal Family, aiding my brother, King Neil is his work and protecting him as his guard. Many knowing well that they don’t own only a work relationship,” Edwin let a nervous sweat drip down his skull, “But have been friends, and even best friends since before I even had reached five.”

“What does that fact have to do with your case, my Prince?”

“He could be a contributing factor to helping Neil’s SOUL heal, having a closer bond to our King even more than I.” Dean argued holding his place and controlling his temper, “If you’d allow him, Edwin would wish to testify this fact.”

“Are you appealing to stand your case in front of the court, servant?” The Head directed their attention to Edwin, raising a brow in question while a mocking smirk started to tug at their mouth.

“Yes, Sir,” Edwin spoke, using an emotionless town as taught. Being respectful to the court member even if it downgraded himself.

“Do you have any allies to help prove this point aside from Prince Dean?” The Head further questioned, Edwin spoke another quick Yes, Sir. “Very well,” They sighed in defeat, “Speak your testimony.”

“I’ve been close to the Royal family since the age of eight, where King Neil found me in a makeshift-hut in the woods. The former Queen, may she rest in peace, allowed me to stay by his side, and gave me a blessing alongside King Neil and Prince Dean.” Edwin stood still as Dean pulled out a document that held a date a signature from nearly a decade prior, having the Queen’s signature and clear cursive handwriting.

The head took the document and Edwin gave him a moment to read it. The whole of it being a paper written by the former Queen, giving him her blessing to stay by his side in and out of work. Whether Neil was sick or not. To be his Guard, Aid, and friend.

The head focused back onto Edwin, who still held a serious expression.

“I trained under General Raha and General Tale, alongside current Head chef and Veteran Howard as well as Head of heads Ian. I have connections with all of them and join King Neil for the monthly reports. I’ve gone as far as befriending my Generals and Veterans. I can proudly say I am friends to them and their families and their testimonies to help my case agree to this fact.” Edwin kept his stone-cold expression as he spoke, getting help from Keith and practicing with him the days prior.

Ian looked up from typing on his typewriter in the corner when his name was called, and connected eyes with Edwin for a moment, giving a nod of approval to the darker boned.

Dean pulled out more papers, each one a different testimony. Keith having an alone signature, but Douglass’ accompanied by his brother’s, Howard’s accompanied by his wife’s brother’s and children’s, and finally, Ian’s accompanied by Dean’s guards and the former General’s. All the paper’s holding testimony for Edwin’s case.

“Not to over cross my boundaries,” Edwin continued, “But I’m much more than a servant to this castle, and have been here longer than most workers, and even some court members and heads. Even more so the guards who are often restationed or don’t come back from war.” The head looked at him with such confusion and disgust, “Out of the whole castle, I’m the only one not allowed to the Royal I’ve sworn to protect, help, and be there for.

“Furthermore, without letting me see him,” Edwin wrapped up, “You are stripping King Neil of his only chance to heal.”

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Neil woke up to a warmth enveloping his body, his body feeling better than it had been in a while. He hummed softly as he let his eyes drift open, finding himself curled up on his side his hands in Edwin’s.

They managed to do it.

They got Edwin back to him.

“Night…?” Edwin started to wake up as well, seeming like he had dozed off by his side at some point earlier. His aid’s multi-ringed eye slid open, and he smiled at the familiar sight lovingly, “Morning.”

“Good morning glitchy,” He smiled wide, so happy to wake up with Edwin again, “When did you get here?” He asked softly

“A few hours ago, the court couldn’t do anything but let me in.” The glitch laughed as he sat up, having practically laid his front half across the full-size bed, “I stacked them with testimonies from everyone, and the blessing your mother gave.”

“You could always call her Mom too,” Dean interrupted, walking into the room with little Martin in his hands and Cecil trailing behind him, “She treated like her own- probably because she already knew.”

“Mother’s just know.” Cecil laughed, pulling Martin back into his arms, “We just know.”

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