The Haunted ships and one-shots!

Drake x Lalea 2

Suggested by AvaMarieSchneider. It's supposed to be based in the universe of my fanfic Rebellion but I tried to not make it seem too connected so those who haven't read it can enjoy! Although there are still minor connections.
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Third person point of view-

The lovers walked along the cobblestone street, the sun that was nearly directly overhead shining down to gift them it's rays of bright warmth. The chilly fall breeze swept through the scenic streets, its light whistling a faint whisper to the ear. The two magi looked to each other, hands entwined with fingers latched together, golden rings signifying their oath of holy matrimony to another. A little trip to another city within the empire seemed only fitting for the perfect honeymoon for the now husband and wife.
They strolled through the marketplace, people walking all around and flooding the open space, though the couple was in no hurry despite the male's anxiety of social settings. They talked and laughed and took in beautiful scenery as if there was nothing in the world that needed worry. With each other, they found bliss and peace.
Her venetus eyes glimmered like moonlight against the ocean waves, closing them as she let out a laugh, a sound that to him was like the most wonderful music to ever be heard. Her bright white smile more beautiful and more precious than any pearl or glimmering star in the sky.
She made his cold body feel warm, and numb heart feel joy. Now that they were finally wedded, they could truly be together for the rest of their lives. She spoke her own little joke, bringing up a soft laugh in the Enderman hybrid.
It was enduring to see him smile, to hear him laugh. It would never not cause her heart to skip a beat. To Drake, he felt the same. No matter how bad it got, she kept him tranquil and earthed within a blissful peace, her beamish personality enough to keep him from losing his mind in the chaotic world they lived in.
Where they were now, a small city in Whiteport as it was called, was home to many glamorous buildings and sandy beaches that touched the bright blue waters of ocean. It was widely known across the country for its scenic beauty, and deservingly so. The sky was the brightest of blues, two story buildings with balconies and vines that tied each building together in a beautiful display.
He wore a fancy grey vest with a deep pink shirt underneath. It was a color he did not usually wear, but he liked it nonetheless, especially since Lalea had bought it for him not too long before the wedding, about two weeks or less before. Along with that was his dark grey pants,  brown leather boots and a black cape trimmed in purple that draped over both shoulders to mask his torso, a slit revealing his vest and the bottom of his undershirt where the vest did not cover in the bottom center, showing a triangle of pink.
Lalea wore a sand colored blouse and ravishing summer jacket, despite that it was fall. It was thin, undulating in the cool breeze yet she was unfazed. Her heart shaped necklace bounced against her chest in her stride, also wearing comfortable sandals and fitted dark blue jeans.
They approached their motel, paying with money Grayson had landed them just for this special occasion. Their fancy room was absolutely gorgeous. Clean and letting in light through the crystal clear windows and doors that opened up to a neat, steady balcony. The polished floorboards sparkle and the bed was covered in a fine wool blanket and an array of plush pillows that their heads could comfortably sink into. It did not take long for the two to settle in.
The couple stood upon the hotel balcony, the perfect view of the ocean visible to the two. Even the gentle sound of waves crashing against the shoreline and seagulls flying around was available to them where they were. It was perfect.
Together, they basked at the awesome and calming scene, standing in their balcony overlooking almost the entire shore that was anything but desolate of laughing and relaxing people.

  "This is beautiful Drakey-poo! You did a great job picking this city for our honeymoon!"

Drake giggled as she nuzzled her head into the crook of his neck. His hand lifted and gently stroked her soft hair, a soft grin from cheek to cheek.