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The Prince was not one to be out and about. He used to be, but nowadays he rather preferred relaxing in his room, among his things that he no longer employed for their purpose. Yet he refused to rid himself of any of it.

He lay upon his bed, knowing he had more than what most people ever had, knowing everything was at his fingertips if he tried hard enough.

But he didn't want to try.

The Prince was sick and tired of... well... everything.

Why did he have to try so hard to hit the mediocre mark?

Once he realized all his efforts only got him into unpleasant situations and weren't giving him the results he wanted, he needed, he stopped trying.

No one noticed, not except to scorn him for his irresponsibility with his future. Not except to make him speak of his future, to make him feel like a liar when he tried his best.

So The Prince sat in his room, wishing he was better than this.

Wishing he had it in him to care a little more. Wishing he didn't feel like he was drowning in himself.

Wishing he could pull himself out the murky waters, to see someone who would hold him close-

Tap Tap Tapapapapapa Tap

Oh.

The door.

There's only one person who does that knock, only one person who is nice enough to even consider knocking.

His Tesoro.

The Prince smiled, smiled, to himself.

Here comes his anchor.

While it may seem be imprudent to be anchored down in his sea of sadness, an anchor implies he must stay afloat. Perhaps his Love is less of an anchor, and more of a floatation device. Allowing him to move freely, yet helping him stay afloat when needed. The Prince, when feeling it within his capabilities, helped Tesoro stay afloat as well.

Sometimes he wondered why someone as amazing like his Love stayed around for him, but he tries not to think on it, for he all he wants is to be grateful, not to doubt this one who stayed.

The Prince knocked on the door from inside and heard a sigh on the other side before the door opened.

His Love stood there with a gorgeous smile that lit up the whole room.

The Prince couldn't help smiling back with the same intensity as he stepped aside, letting his Tesoro step in. He nearly startled when his hand was grabbed, and he was dragged onto his bed with his Love.

They lay in silence for a moment, before exchanging simple questions of each other's day. It could've been considered pleasantries to anyone else, but for the pair, it was a way to be able to talk and enjoy each others company without having to think of a topic.

Tesoro noticed the Prince's room was messier than usual and teased. The Prince faintly blushed and said he'd clean up when he felt like it. Really, he knew it'd be another couple months before he would be of any use to anyone. He sure as hell could try though.

They talked till the sky grew dimmer, and dimmer, and dimmer. They talked of nonsensical things, debated matters, shared tidbits of their past for comedic purposes and connection.

The Prince felt maybe not perfect, but much better than usually permitted by his own brain.

Then the time came to sleep, and the Prince momentarily had to work up the ability to care for himself, but with Tesoro there, a distraction was provided, making the task at hand easier.

He took his spot again after his Love had also prepared for the night. They smiled softly at each other, happy to be able to know each other in this way, being comfortable enough to fall asleep next to one another.

They'd both had their difficult moments, and had time to work through them, with support.

But if thats the case, why does the Prince feel this hopelessness still?

Ah, he remembers.

He sits up.

He takes a deep breath.

He looks back to the bed.

The empty bed.

He released the air in a heavy sigh.

It was a nice dream, he supposed.

Now time to actually get on with his day.

Getting ready for the day, an average day, was difficult, but he managed it.

After all, everyone was counting on him.

He had to be perfect for them.

He had to put on a show.

Well if a show is what they want...

The Prince laughs to himself.

After all, he lives to disappoint.

He'll do his very best, but something crushed his light. He never quite figured out what happened. His life had been a collection of happy memories and smiles. It all just... became someone else's smile. Someone else's happy ending.

He didn't care much for happy endings.

So he dressed, set out for his day.

And again.

This life thing is horribly repetitive, isn't it?

The Prince was wandering the area, inspecting green plants that were more alive than him, when a boy spoke to him.

The Prince turned, expecting to have to play nice, but that boy...

Well, it made him far too excited to be talking to him.

Made him far too genuine.

He shared things he thought no mortal soul would ever know.

His less than caring attitude toward himself.

His distaste for the world.

And the boy listened.

And the boy shared things as well.

And all was more well than had been before.

They were easily sucked into their own world, talking and laughing for hours.

The Prince quite liked this boy.

Maybe the boy liked him too.

They parted ways, not speaking again for a touch of time.

Then the letter came.

It was quite confounding at the time, but the Prince opened it, read it, and felt something inside.

It was... new.

Fascinated, the Prince responded.

So did the boy.

Back and forth.

It was unbelievably freeing to speak to another soul. A kind soul. Who would listen. After being in the dumps for so long, the Prince was surprised anyone was compassionate enough to help him when he felt he didn't deserve it.

Of course, no one was without their own baggage.

And so the Prince found he was determined to be there for this boy. This Friend.

His Friend seemed to be determined to be there for him as well. It struck the Prince as odd, but it kept them in close contact.

He realized none of his friends had ever kept talking to him so much. Having someone there on the other end every day was new and exciting.

However, something was there.

Something that made "Friend" seem like the wrong word.

It wasn't enough to describe what they were.

Well, this Prince of the Stars would not be the one to initiate anything.

Neither would the other boy it seemed.

The two still clung to each other happily.

The inevitable was only revealed after a bit of moderately unsubtle wingmanning from another source.

After a rather interesting conversation, the relationship expanded.

And with it, a capacity for something greater.

The Prince had a hard time computing this at first. After all, he knew he loved Tesoro, but the fact that he loved him back was awe inspiring.

It was just his luck it was nearing those winter months.

The Prince had fallen deep in love, but as was tradition, he was falling deeper into his sea of himself. One day, going as far to consider letting it overtake him completely.

But he stayed.

His Love was struggling too, he knew. He was desperate to help in any way he could.

Seeing someone you love hurt is a painful experience.

They helped stay each other stay afloat, pulling through. They held onto each other with a stubbornness possessed by few. They stayed together until they were able to be themselves. For people in the world did not like who they were, and they wanted to find their own way.

The Prince still had moments where he felt that drowning feeling. Where he felt he couldn't escape his fate. He knew his Love did too. But they persevered.

They healed.

They healed themselves.

Helped heal each other.

And they finally had that happily ever after the Prince used to despise to much.

It was like a dream come true.

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