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One To Call His Own - Part 2a/?

[(Anonymous)]

OMG I'M BACK! This took an obnoxiously long time but I'm baaaaaack! Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I thought things would go back to normal on Sunday but we added an extra performance for this week and it's just been like, "GAAAAH! WHEN WILL IT END!?!?!?"

(Though I must admit, I enjoy it to much to really want it to end...;D)

I know seventeen hours seems like a long-ass time to take for a boat, but that’s what the site told me. It literally said that boats only run from Stockholm to Riga once a day (Leaving at five.) and this is because it takes seventeen hours. There is one part where the boat apparently has to navigate around really slowly, but other than that I have no explanation for why it could possibly take that long. The longest ferry I’ve ever been on was the one from Helsinki to Tallinn, and that was only two hours.

The only reason I say this is so you know I’m using, to the best of my knowledge, completely accurate information. (Except for the little matter of me playing with the departure time a bit; I made it seven instead of five, just so it would fit with my story a bit better.)

Anyway, there you go. I’ve probably gotten my information wrong somehow, so feel free to correct me. Other than that, enjoy! BTW; this becomes a bit sappy in the middle. It won’t last forever.

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So this is what being married feels like, Peter thinks as he stares over the railing of the ferry and Raivis’ shoulder to the water below. Raivis is wrapped completely in his arms standing between Peter and the railing. A blanket Peter usually keeps in the trunk of his car is wrapped around Raivis’ shoulders, keeping him warm in the slightly nippy Scandinavian spring. The sun went down some time ago, although it was only just touching the horizon when they’d gotten on the boat.

They’ve been standing out here all night, letting it slowly get chillier. This is one of the less popular ferries, so there aren’t as many people as there would be on, say, the Helsinki to Tallinn boat. But there are still some people on board and some stare, and Peter distinctly noticed one woman earlier trying to figure out if Raivis was a woman or not.

Others, though, are the people who can observe without being obnoxious about it; the new wedding bands on their fingers, the newlywed glow that emanates from them—or so Peter’s romanticized mind likes to think. To Raivis’ slightly more practical mind, they’re acting like a couple of love-drunk fools. But he can’t bring himself to care. Today of all days, they should be allowed to act like fools.

It’s odd, Peter reflects as he spins his ring around his finger and rests his cheek against the top of Raivis’ soft hair. He doesn’t feel any different. And yet…everything is. He closes his eyes and clutches tightly onto Raivis’ hips. The way Raivis wiggles tells Peter that he’s accidentally gotten his middle finger on a small scar there again, so he shifts it to a sigh of increased comfort from Raivis. They’ve gotten pretty good at nonverbal communication.

Raivis looks back and mumbles, “What are you think about with that look on your face?”

With a chuckle, Peter mumbles, “What look?”

“That one,” Raivis replies, poking Peter’s cheek. Peter smiles indulgently and shakes his head, moving his arms to Raivis’ waist to wrap snuggly around him, as though Raivis were an oversized stuffed animal. And, for what must be the forty- or fiftieth time that night, he whispers, “I love you.” into Raivis’ honey locks.

Raivis doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to those words, but maybe that’s a good thing. They’ve been professing their love for each other since they were little (Or, rather, Peter was) and didn’t know the difference between platonic love and romantic love. But it had never failed to make Raivis feel warm inside, although the jolt of fear and worry that used to go through Raivis at the words had long since vanished.

He’d learned that it wasn’t just a ploy when Peter whispered to him, “I’ll never let anything hurt you! I love you so much.” It wasn’t just a lie told to win his trust, only to prove he was undeserving of it. Wasn’t fabricated just for an excuse. (“I got carried away, Raivis! I love you, I would never hurt you, da?”)