Antonije glanced at Sylvi and shrugged a bit.
Way too many people up there, дове. Marya was zipping around the room, before she decided to sit down and play with the strange device Myth had been commenting over earlier. From the basement, they could hear what was going on upstairs and Antonije shoved his hands into his pockets. He paced back and forth a bit, clearly planning something and simultaneously looking like a caged animal plotting its escape.
"I can understand that..." she said softly, wondering what it was that was going through his head. He was planning on something, that much was obvious, but what exactly that was was anyone's guess. Sylvi knew that there were ways to get him to talk, but decided to ask him nicely first.
"...What's going through your head Tate?" "Nothing, Silvija. Don't worry about it." She hadn't expected him to tell her, and what she was thinking of doing, it made her feel really bad about even considering it. However she didn't feel like she had much of a choice, he wasn't going to tell her the truth. With a slight sigh, she started singing softly, choosing to use her bardic music to hopefully do something.
"Tell me what is going on Tate, what are you thinking?" It was as if he had fallen under a spell. His sisters were too busy playing their games to notice. Antonije blinked rapidly, his eyes having a slight pink hue to them as he stared at Sylvi. His pupils were dilated to an extreme as well and his pulse had quickened with need and anticipation.
"...I'm going to rob the Manuscriptorium..." he whispered, as if he were talking in his sleep, and he reached out, feeling Sylvi's hair.
"...Why?" she immediately asked, though she didn't like the whole thing idea of controlling him. Once she got the info she wanted, she'd let him go. But still, it made her feel horrible for doing this sort of thing. Using Bardic suggestion like this was not something that she had wanted to happen, she hated using her music like that, but there wasn't any other way to get him to tell her the truth.
He kept touching her hair, completely underneath her spell. He couldn't tear his gaze away from her, no matter how much Antonije tried. All of his defenses were useless, including the telepathic ones.
"...They have every written record known to the Castle... And some that they keep secret..." he mumbled, moving closer to Sylvi until he was just inches away from her, enchanted.
"...Why would you need anything for that? I mean... Why would you need the stuff that they keep secret?" she said softly, a little taken aback by him coming so close to her. It wasn't exactly her trying, all she was wanting to do was get some info from him that he wouldn't admit to her.
Antonije was about to answer when Marya zipped over, standing next to Sylvi. She crossed her arms, her icy blue eyes and silver hair making her look fierce - as if she was the bastard offspring of a mutant and a Frost Giant.
"What are you doing to my brother?" she asked, her voice heavily accented. She hated speaking
Myde English. Antonije was looking entirely dazed still, just playing with Sylvi's hair.
Medea noticed what was going on, and pushed Sylvi back slightly, farther away from Tate now.
"I'm not doing anything Marya, Medea..." she said softly, before looking at Tate again.
"What are you wanting to steal from the Manuscriptorium?" "You are definitely doing something!" Marya snapped. She then moved in between Sylvi and Antonije. Antonije blinked slightly, like he was waking up from a trance, and his head hurt slightly as he looked forward. He frowned, realizing what Sylvi had done to him. His eyes watered slightly.
"Хипнотисала ме је," he told his siblings quietly. Marya's eyes narrowed as she looked at Sylvi.
"I-I-I'm sorry... But y-y-you weren't t-t-telling me the truth..." Sylvi said, there were a few tears in her eyes now before she went to the corner of the room to stand off by herself, feeling really bad about what had happened. This sort of thing was not something she liked to do, she hated controlling people like that, it was the one thing she hated most about being back home. Her family had tried to control her after all, it was something she hated, and one of the reasons why she had left.
Antonije stepped out from behind his siblings, looking at Sylvi. He was really hurt by her actions... but he knew that it didn't change the way he felt about her. She was the person he disliked the least in the world.
Silvija... What is it? she responded mentally, looking at the floor where she was standing. She wasn't exactly too thrilled about what had happened, and likely would still be beating herself up over the whole thing for a while.
He didn't know how to express what he was feeling with words, so he merely shared his emotions with her. He shared how he loved her - but also how much she had hurt him by trying to control him. He didn't really know what to say to her or do. Antonije remained standing in the middle of the basement, letting her be by herself in the corner.
Sylvi didn't know what all to say to him, as she felt the rush of emotions. She glanced up at him, her eyes watering before she started crying. It was useless for her to try and fight back the tears, they just kept coming whether she wanted them to or not. Sylvi put her head in her hands, crying.
"...That's how I feel about you..." Marya made a gagging noise behind him.
"...I'm sorry for doing that Tate..." she said softly.
He knew that she was telling the truth, having read her mind. It was perhaps hypocritical for him to invade her privacy like that, but he didn't see it that way.
"I know you are." She just nodded, falling silent and looking away again, staring back down at the floor. There wasn't much else she really could say about the situation, especially considering the fact that Tate had probably read her mind to determine if she was telling the truth. She had gotten used to that though, and said nothing about it.
"I didn't want to tell you, Silvija, because I don't want you involved in that sort of thing. Imagine if the Land of Long Night's long lost princess was caught robbing the Manuscriptorium? With a boy with mental issues from the Eastern SnowPlains? I'm not really one for politics but...I don't think that would end well." "...You still could have told me... And I don't care Tate, I haven't exactly been the princess for a long time, never really cared what anyone else thought ever..." "Ти си ужасна принцеза," Marya chimed in with a smirk. Antonije shot her a bit of a look before he returned his attention to Syliv.
"...If you're sure...The plan is to get everything on elixirs and stuff... Any sort of locked up healing remedies. I know they have to exist... And once we have the information, I can create whatever we need to save my sisters." "Alright, that makes sense... Let me help you Tate, you aren't alone... Also do I want to know what your sister said and why she smirked at me like that?" "...Oh, she said you're a terrible princess." "...I have to agree with her on that one, I am." "Yeah, well, so is she," Antonije said with a shrug. He then looked at his sisters.
"Can you two um....can you give us some space for a bit? Like an hour or two?" Medea stared at Tate for a moment, a bit annoyed at him for wanting to kick them out of the room.
"Стварно? Желиш да нас избациш из собе баш тако? Непристојан!" she said, before looking over at her sister.
"Морам на тренутак да разговарам са Силви..." "Фино!" she said, a bit annoyed, before racing off. Marya ran off with her.
***
About an hour later, Antonije was getting his clothes back on. He then looked at Sylvi with a smile. That had been a nice way to wake up. He kissed her forehead and then got her a glass of water, figuring she'd want something to drink. Thankfully, no one upstairs had come to borrow him. He then reached out to his sisters letting them know they could come back in five minutes.
Sylvi gave him a bit of a smile, putting her own clothes back. Now she didn't know what to do, especially since she didn't know really what his plan was in breaking into the Manuscriptorium. It did surprise her slightly, that she had agreed to help with that in the first place, but now she was finding that she didn't really care too much about that. She was willing to help him out, and that was all that mattered as she took the glass of water from him.
"You know, you don't need to sing a song to get me to like you..." Antonije pointed out, as his sisters sped back into the room.
"...Actually I don't know if the song was even supposed to do that, I never use it for a reason... It was really weird..." she mumbled.
"...It made me feel things..." "...I could kind of tell..." "You two are disgusting," Marya said, shaking her head.
Medea nodded her head in agreement at that. Sylvi looked away, once more staring at the floor, not really wanting to talk too much to the twins about things. She knew that Tate cared about his sisters, but in her mind the twins could be a little bit irritating.
Hey, my sisters are cute, not annoying damn it! S-S-Sorry... she mumbled mentally in response, still staring at the ground.
I was teasing you. But they are cute! How about we agree to disagree on that one. Nope, my sisters are adorable! Yeah no. Not going to agree with you on that one. They are 100% adorable! Sylvi just rolled her eyes at him now, having looked over at him again. She definitely did not have to agree with him about his sisters.
Antonije was giving her a dead serious stare.
"You are ridiculous Tate," she said with a small laugh.
"How am I?" His sisters had gone off and were playing on their devices again.
"You just are." Antonije rolled his eyes at her.
"You're the ridiculous one who can't even pronounce my name." "What makes you say I can't?" "Say my name then." "Antonije," she said simply, pronouncing his name correctly.
"Why do you call me Tate then?" "...It is shorter and easier to say... Does it annoy you? I could call you Antonije if you want me to..." He shook his head.
"No, I'm just curious..." "Okay..." "So....Do you still want to go to the wedding later?" "Uh, yeah, sure... I'd be fine with still going..." Antonije nodded, grabbing the bag with their nice clothes inside of it. They probably should consider getting them on at some point, since they then need to head on over to Wizard Tower and just generally be helpful to Myth and all with getting things ready for the ceremony. Plus, Antonije had heard things about the floor there that really caught his attention.
Sylvi just gave him a smile. It would be interesting to attend the wedding, at least in her mind, though she had one slight problem with the venue choice. That damn Floor of the actual Tower was annoying, and she didn't really want to walk across it if she didn't have to.
***
Antonije was wearing his finest formal wear - it was a hand-me-down from Bruce and was probably made on Asgard. Antonije felt a little ridiculous in the nice clothing. His sisters had already run to Wizard Tower and had stated the password for the day, allowing them inside. It was a temporary password they had been given in order to access things for the wedding.
"So... the Floor..." Sylvi was wearing a nice dress of sorts, different from her normal attire, that was for sure. However, she just stared at the entrance, letting out a small sigh,
"I hate the damn floor... But guess there is no avoiding it, at least hopefully there shouldn't be too many people here at the moment, or they hopefully are all to distracted by something else. Let's get going then." "...Wow, the Floor really is quite loud and colorful," Antonije said, shifting a bit awkwardly. A lot of people in his life had claimed to be his parent. Constance had called herself his mother. Bruce called himself his father. Neither of them really were his parents. He smiled slightly at the Floor's greeting. It understood him.
"Yes, yes it is... It is also very annoying and I really really don't like it..." Antonije glared a bit at the Floor.
"Hey, knock it off, that's my girlfriend damn it!" He then tried to telepathically attack the Floor, only to be hit back telepathically and he fell to the ground on his butt.
"Hey!" "Calm down Tate, okay?" she said, before she helped him to his feet.
Antonije looked pretty angry.
"The Floor is hitting on you!" "...Calm down, okay? Please Tate, it'll be alright, don't worry about it..." "That's it!" Antonije snapped, getting down on his knees and he started to aggressively punch the Floor, but it was like punching sand. The words still remained in their cheerful and flashing bright colors, as if mocking him.
"Tate stop it! You can't punch the floor!" Sylvi said, trying to pull him away from it.
"Yes I can!" Antonije shouted, continuing to try and beat up the floor. There were a few wizards nearby - four in total. None of them had gotten to the Floor yet of the entrance way. A few of them were on the moving staircase heading down, while another had just come out of the Great Hall and was heading down the corridor towards them.
The weird message just made Antonije angrier, his fists were getting bloody.
"Tate please stop it!" she said, trying to beg him and pull away, before she looked at the ground again.
"Can you both stop this please?" Antonije spit on the ground, and somehow, the Floor managed to throw the spit back in his face. He was completely and utterly pissed at it.
"I'm gonna kill it!" he growled. The wizards were over there now and looking on at the scene in confusion. The Floor wasn't displaying any messages about Sylvi being the Princess at least.
"Behave yourself, you two!" a wizard scolded. "This is a mystic place! Not some wrestling arena!"
"I am sorry... Come on Tate, please, we should see about helping out a bit... Uh... Floor? Mind being a bit nicer please? I will beg you if I have to..." she said, saying the last part somewhat softly. She didn't like the fact that she was talking to the ground, but if she could at least get it to back off, then maybe Tate would leave it alone.
"...Princess?" a wizard asked, looking up at Sylvi with discerning eyes. "Did Queen Meliscente, may she rest in peace, have
another bastard we don't know about?"
"...Yes. This is Princess Sylvi of the Castle," Antonije said.
"You may bow." "Tate, don't pretend, no, I'm not from the Castle," Sylvi said simply, before she grabbed Tate's arm and started dragging him away.
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