The Princes (dsmp royal au fanfic)

Leaving

TW: Running away from home, mentions of getting hurt, mentions of death, mentions of voices, and mentions of family issues.

Tommy was happy, he had grabbed some food from the kitchen and the two had snuck out with no problems.
They were now walking outside the castle walls and to the woods.
"Hey Toms?"
Quackity asked.
"Yeah big Q?"
"Do you have wings?"
Tommy sighed, that question had been on his mind a lot lately, and the back pains he had plus the voices talking about wings weren't helping it at all.
"I'm not sure, the King said I might, but they should have grown in already, though so did hear him say once that he was a late bloomer too. So I guess it's not fully off the table."
He ranted, shrugging, while Quackity nodded knowingly and smiled.
Quackity noticed how worked up the question made Tommy and thought that maybe Tommy was thinking about it too. But overall decided not to bring up his thought process, he didn't want Tommy anymore stressed then he needed to be.
They walked and walked, even after Tommy complained, only half jokingly of course, how much his feet hurt, and after Quackity almost fell into a cave, and even after Tommy did fall into a cave.
For two prince's they really weren't great at watching where they were going.
But nonetheless the bright sun slowly drifted out of sight and the mysterious moon came to chase it.

So the two decided to set up a small camp for the night.

Tommy grabbed out Henry, the stuffed cow from before that his mom had made that made him feel ever so comforted, and put it on his lap before looking at Quackity,
"I'll take the first shift so you can sleep. I'll wake you up later, sound good?"
He asked, leaning on the tree behind him and looking up at the stars.
Quackity nodded, though Tommy could only see it out of the corner of his eye so it was more of a guess, and fell asleep.

Tommy stared up at the stars and softly smiled, they always seemed to have a familiar glow that was calming in a way.
It felt like they were watching over him personally, it had always been that way.
When his family was being too much he'd look out at the stars, when he was younger, a little bit after his mom died, he had a dream where he swore up and down that the stars had talked to him. They told him how proud they were of him, told him how amazing he was.
It was different then the voices, though back then the voices didn't even bother him much, the voices were chaotic, nice (or at least most of the time) yes, but chaotic as well. The stars were almost the opposite, they were calm, reassuring, and reminded him of his mother.
He remembered the dream vividly, like a old memory that someone still clung onto.

He had awoken surrounded by darkness, it seemed like a high sky. And suddenly starts started appearing, their warmth made him feel comfortable and suddenly started to talk to him in soothing voices. It was odd, yes very odd, but not unwelcome. He had spent the night in the comforting presence of the stars, with no bad thoughts or dreams to ruin it. And he had woken up the next day a lot happier and hopeful.

He blissfully sighed at the memory and started pointing out constellations to himself, trying to have some fun in the time he had to himself.
He talked to Henry about everything that has happened and what he was planning to do.
"I want to go further, a lot further, then maybe build a house."
He said looking at Henry,
"Maybe start a farm?"
He smiled at that thought, being able to have real cows, maybe even sheep was calming to him. And it was a goal to achieve, a hope he had that fueled him. By the time his thoughts finally slowed it was already halfway through the night, so he woke Quackity up and fell asleep.