Chapter #6...Aether Seaside." by: Unknown "...Aether Seaside?" I whistled, pleased to know that I'd be visiting the Glass Tornado.
"A ceremony under the sun, two whole weeks with the ocean as our backyard..." Melanie rambled, leaning her head on Peter's shoulder. "Doesn't it sound just wonderful, sweetie?"
Peter gave a low grunt, still immersed by his impromptu feedbag.
"Very well, then!" I said as I snapped my lighter shut, suddenly filled with a newfound energy for what the next few weeks had in store. "Shall we get checked in?"
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"Oh...my...god."
I held in a snicker as Melanie let out a gasp, hands cupped over her maw in amazement as the elevator doors opened directly into the Aether Seaside's penthouse. Even her assistants stalled as she went right in and made herself known to the suite, her smile becoming almost illegally adorable as she gleefully took in all the red leather cushioning wrapped around all the room's the furnishes, the deep crimson hardwood floors, and a highly modern chandelier that sat suspended over one half of the room, overlooking a little living area with a brick fireplace and a wide plasma screen tv, the other half a kitchen and dining table suited up with the most pristine marble countertops. All of the wall away from us was made out of windows, an arching balcony outside that gave a spanning view of the Glass Tornado's pseudo-ocean. The sunlight alone shining through the veranda and skylight enough that the room was decently lit with all the lights off.
"It's beautiful!" She swooned, flaunting an impressive ability to easily move around as she swayed her way over to the balcony door. "It's even better than what I'd been hoping for!"
Peter, who was finally finishing off the last survivor of his sugary hoard, gave a listless nod as he stuffed a solitary snack cake into his maw.
I suspiciously glanced his way, then shook my head. "...and it's even better when it's not just a good view!" I added with a smirk, hitching up some of their bags from the baggage cart. "If you guys want a tour, I'll just get all your bags laid out, maybe give the two of you a little while to get stewed before we-"
"Actually..." Melanie said thoughtfully, still looking out at the balcony. Her face had gone from utterly ecstatic to inquisitive, her eyes narrowing in tense concentration as she took a step back and held her arms out, forming a vague rectangle with her fingers. "...I think I want it here!"
"The tour?" I asked. "Well, I guess can give you a little run through of all the stuff available here, but-"
"Not the tour, silly!" Melanie giggled. "The ceremony! The balcony would be a perfect place to hold it!"
I furrowed a brow. "Excuse me?"
"Come on out, Peter!" She said enthusiastically as she slid open the door and went outside, while Peter slowly obeyed and followed after. "I can imagine it right here! The altar, the seats, all the seats and tables, it could all happen right here, right next to the view!"
"You sure?" I asked, coming out and going to her side. "I mean, there's a whole lot of other sights to see around here, and not even at the Glass Tornado! You don't want to see them?"
"It'd be nice, sure." She shrugged. "But right now, I know that this is exactly what I want!"
"Well...if you insist..." I answered, voice tapering out. I looked over to Peter, wanting to observe his reaction, but he almost seemed utterly devoid of sensation when there wasn't food on hand, with nothing left to satisfy his apparent tastes. Again, he hadn't even acknowledged the view as he went up to Melanie's side, taking her hand.
"You want more, dear?" She asked. Peter nodded, but he didn't seem excited, or even smile. "Of course. Gregory?"
"Yes, miss?"
"Have some lunch served up here, would you?" She poked Peter in his stomach, which had rounded out enough from his feasting that its gray fur was partly exposed from his shirt. "Don't wanna keep my hubby waiting!"
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