pale || prinxiety

anxiety

it's been a few hours after we...did the mouth stuff, and i assume it's night because everyone is sleeping except me...and thomas i suppose.
i'm sat next to his bed, and he's just staring at the ceiling, listening to me. "how did humans realise that putting their lips on someone else's wasn't dangerous?" i say, placing my head on the mattress.

"maybe it is dangerous and every time we kiss someone we lower our life span because the more we kiss the less air we take in..." i add, it doesn't make sense but rewatching Parks And Recreations isn't either.

"if you can die of a broken heart, why not kissing?".
"you can't die of a broken heart anxiety, just let me sleeep" thomas whines, grabbing a pillow and putting it over his head.
"actually thomas, you can cause physical damage to the heart from a traumatic break up or death of loved one".

"you too, logic?".

"and you contract meningitis from kissing and other activities" he adds on, "logic, if you're gonna make yourself have a use right now, tell anxiety leave me alone" thomas whines, turning onto his stomach, logic and i making eye contact.
i pull my hood over my head, glaring at him and staying in place. "anxiety, we aren't animals and we aren't claiming territory".

"as logic, i thought you would know humans are in fact just slightly more intelligent animals" i glare, crossing my arms. "let thomas sleep, anxiety, you're face is so pale, it's like a bioluminescence light, i don't think he can sleep with any bright things around" logan retorts, swishing his hand in an upwards motion for me to stand and, reluctantly, i do. (not because they asked me to).

"the ocean is so large and humans will more than likely never see what is there" i conclude, smirking a little before bringing myself back into his mind.

as i get to the mind palace, i see the other two, i guess they're awake because thomas is up, oh well.
i look between them, waving lazily. "did you have to say that about...love?!" roman raises his voice along with his brows, morality placing a hand on his shoulder. "it's late princey, don't start yelling now" he smiles a little at him, they both look tired.

"just doing my job...roman" i retort, rolling my eyes a little. "love is all but an emotion and emotions are powerful..." i mutter, going to walk past him...but he places a hand on my shoulder, pushes me back in front of him...like he had one time when i went to speak to thomas...

"now, now, prince, let's not...push anyone around" morality speaks up, seeing us stare at each other with narrowed eyes, and i straighten up from my usual slouch so we're eye to eye and he raises a brow, as if i'm challenging him, and if that means a fight, i'm ready.

"uhm, let's just settle down" morality speaks up tentatively, i suppose he's like a dog and can just sense tension and he places his hand on my shoulder, slowly bringing me away from roman, and my gaze shifts down, logic muttering to him and bringing him away. i glance up, and he's looking at me over his shoulder.
"take a picture, lover boy, it lasts longer" i smirk before falling solemn again, turning to morality, and glancing down again.

"don't worry, buddy, we all know how princey gets when he's tired, it's late so he'll be a bit a grumpy" he says as comfort and i return to slouching, but i lazily decide to just hug him...it's just a nice feeling.
"aww, kiddo" he hugs me back, and it doesn't seem like he's letting go...which is okay i guess.

"maybe it's just star crossed" i mumble, feeling his hand rub over my back. "what do you mean by star crossed, pal?".
"not meant to be, it's not fate, like romeo and juliet, they were never meant to be together...fate didn't align" i reply, slowly pulling away.
"they still loved each other...even though the age gap is a little concerning, but they went against the stars and fate because they loved each other..." he smiles softly, patting my cheek gently.
"you're a loveble boy, anxiety, just a little...emotionally inept? you're a lil' anxious muffin" he smiles, and i make a 'pfft' noise. "it would be his loss if he didn't like you".

"yeah, yeah, whatever" i mumble. "it would be, and i'm always gonna have your back to support you, through it all" he says, and it's so sappy that i like it.
"you're so much of a dad" i grunt, with a small chuckle, rubbing my eyes. "that's what i do, come on, get some sleep and talk to 'lover boy' in the morning".