"'If you value your life, my life, the lives of everyone in this city... you won't wake the sleeping princess.'"
Trickster hears these words from the calm and knowledgeable Hougetsu.
Others in the room nod in their agreement.
"He's dangerous. Unstable," someone speaks up, referring to the "princess," who was actually a boy.
A young brunet by the name of Senbu.
"There was a curse put on him for a reason," Hougetsu says sadly.
"Wasn't that a hundred years ago, though?" Trickster questions. "None of you were alive when he was put into the enchanted slumber. You don't know what he's really like."
"No, it's only been 68 years. Our elders have been telling us not to free him from his slumber either."
Trickster frowns. "Well he's going to wake up after a hundred years anyway, so why stall?"
"Please don't do this," Hougetsu begs, his composure never wavering.
Trickster shakes his head. He can't let the young boy just sleep like that, never aging and missing out on life.
He approaches the imposing tower, climbing its numerous steps to reach the sleeping beauty.
Even in slumber he's quite lovely, brunet hair in a small ponytail and curling softly around his face. Long eyelashes, graceful limbs, though he's short, and rosy lips, begging to be kissed.
Trickster kneels by the boy's side, first bowing, then taking one of his hands.
Taking a breath, he leans in and softly presses his lips to those of Senbu.
He hears a small, sharp gasp, Senbu's body jerking beneath him.
The boy sits up, rubbing his eyes. Seeing Trickster, he bursts into tears, throwing himself in the man's arms.
"How long has it been?" he whispers, tears dripping down his chin.
"68 years."
Senbu weeps in Trickster's arms, and the blond holds him.
"Let's run away in the morning, to a place where no one will know my face."
Trickster nods his agreement, idly wondering why they can't leave right now.
Morning arrives after a night of then sharing a bed.
Senbu's splattered with red, and that's the first warning something is wrong.
The second is all the bodies in the streets.
Not a soul besides the two of them.
Finally they stumble across Hougetsu's body, and the male speaks up weakly as a wound in his side bleeds out.
"You shouldn't have woken the sleeping beauty."
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A Book Of Bullshit I Make Instead Of Sleeping Oops
De Todoyeah so daily writing prompts or exercises because why the fuck not join me if you want because i found some interesting ones mine are all gonna be some Lencesty shit it gonn be gr8 i tend to write these on Archive at 1 or 2 am it's kind of a proble...
