pale || prinxiety

anxiety

i just wanna hide myself like a tortoise, until this whole blushing thing goes away. gosh, i don't even know why i'm blushing, it's just...i don't want to say it, starts with an 'l' and ends in an 'e'.

why don't the others feel this way? especially logic? doesn't he like more thought provoking topics. i understand the other two, they're more suited to...trivial topics, but logic? really?

i sigh as i sink into my corner, pulling hood up and placing my head into my hands, groaning softly, turning my head to face the wall when i hear conversation in my range of hearing. i feel a tap on my shoulder, and i glance up. "you got flustered, didn't you?" prince smirks, i can't tell if it's mocking or just him not wanting to fully smile at me. i understand if he doesn't.

i glare at him, scooting away slightly though his finger still lingers on my shoulder.

"it's okay to get all flustered and blushy, you know?" he questions and i hear the crinkle of clothing, assuming he sat down, i refuse to look over at him.

i roll my eyes at his remark, slumping into my arms which i've crossed across my knees by now.

"you don't always have to be tough" he mumbles, and some form of...empathy in his voice, a different empathy but empathy nonetheless. 

"you have it easy..." i grunt, and i hear him scoff. "sometimes thomas's career, his form of living, relies on whether or not i can come up with something, even if it just means taking something old and making it new" he replies. "and even if you do come up with something, sometimes thomas doesn't even put it into execution, and why is that?" i look over at him, a brow raised.

"you can't blame yourself, anxiety" he retorts, and i chuckle blankly, i don't even think i smiled or smirked when i chuckled. "sometimes it doesn't look as good, and some ideas are like...rough stones, they need some perfecting...or wood, sometimes it needs some sandpaper..." he tells me, and i can feel my expression soften.

"and i suppose, my idea is the wood...and you're the sandpaper".

we sit for a few moments, a comfortable silence to say the least. "you...do you really think that?" i turn to look at him, and he nods, and he smiles. "you're blushing again" he chuckles softly. i raise my hand to my cheek, pressing against it gently, "it's just a little warm" i excuse, and i see the look of thought on his face. "if it's warm take off your hoodie", he states, "ha-ha" i reply sarcastically, pulling the sides of the hoodie around me. "don't worry, big guy" he pats my shoulder.

"why are you blushing a lot lately?".

"i don't ask me, ask the blood vessels" i reply smartly. i see him roll his eyes, but he's smiling while doing it. 

"you look pretty adorable when you blush" he mutters under his breath, bit loud enough for me to hear. "pshh". "you always try to be tough, and practically emotionally inept...it's nice to see you can be like this in a way". "and you wonder why i wear so much foundation".

"just a shade too pale" he replies and then the silence continues, smoothly, calmly...it's lovely.

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as a thank you for getting this book to over a thousand reads (fricking amazing!), i decided to make a longer chapter.

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