kingdom ; minishaw

three.

"so, um why do you smell like a farm?" harry giggled, poking at simon's dimple.

"shut up, have you ever even been to a farm before?" simon asked, getting up from laying on the boy.

they were in harry's room, simon had slipped straight up there when he knew everyone had fallen asleep. with no time to shower, he had just bolted into the room giving harry a shock. simon had to throw himself on the smaller boy to stop him from screaming.

"no i haven't and, did you have to tackle me?" harry winced, getting up a few moments later.

"you would have screamed." simon shrugged, feeling slightly bad. "did i hurt you?"

"no, i'm tougher than i look, you know." harry replied indignantly, ruffling his curls a little.

(he had told simon that he hated his hair and wished it was straight like his, all the while he was speaking and tugging at his unruly hair simon had a weird urge to run his hands through it, it was so silky looking- and smelt strongly of vanilla. it stuck up in little curls and waves, it was pretty just like everything else about harry.)

simon burst out laughing. "you're literally a butterfly."

the smaller boy pouted a little but there was a faint pink dusting on both of his cheeks.

"you still haven't answered my question." harry said, scrunching up his nose like a rabbit. "why do you smell like a farm?"

"because," simon dragged out, "i was mucking out stables for two hours."

"oh, i wish i had a horse." harry said wistfully.

"you have sixteen, and probably more you idiot." simon pointed out.

"yeah but, not one that specifically belongs to me and besides, i've never been taught to ride."

he flopped onto his bed, laying down and staring at the ceiling. today, he was wearing a white pyjama set, with lace embroidered on the collar and at the hem of the trousers. his bedsheets has been changed, nails remaining pink and simon saw a fresh new mark on the tally chart.

"i'll teach you to ride." simon replied finally, in his offhand manner, joining him on the bed.

"when?" harry whispered.

"soon, i'll work it out okay." simon smiled, jumping up again and walking around the room.

harry giggled, propping himself up on his elbows so he could watch simon. "do you ever sit still?"

"nope, i'm too awake to be still." he replied, tracing his hands against the flowers on the walls.

"speaking of, are you not tired after all the work you did today?" harry asked.

"yeah, i was but then i thought of coming to see you and it woke me the fuck up." simon laughed, his blue eyes glinting in the soft lighting.

harry blushed, pulling his hair down in an attempt to cover his face.

"did i make you blush, princess?" simon said, coming back over to the bed and wrapping the blanket over him like a cocoon.

"i'm a prince." harry insisted, whilst laughing as he got swamped in his own blanket. "what are you doing, simon?"

simon loved how harry said his name. it was almost as if the younger boy's voice softened a little bit. he spoke his name like he was talking about something really special. it was adorable, really.