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Aspen was keeping an eye on the prince. He was worried about him after all and only keeping Prince Robbie talking to distract him from his brothers state. He could tell that he wasn't feeling good but he also didn't know how he could mention it without offending the slightly older man. "Peaches!" His thoughts about the prince vanished at Prince Robbie's excited answer. He did however give the slightest reaction of disgust at the peaches legacy of the island. Great, escape a peach farm to travel to an island with the best peaches. It's not that he didn't like peaches, they reminded him of home a little too much and the hard labor he had to do while living there. Naturally, his older sibling didn't pull their weight and he ended up doing all their farm chores too. "And also the water. Not the swimming water, the drinking water. It fresh spring water, and it's filtered through volcanic soils, so it tastes super clean and a little sweet." "That sounds lovely," He responded once the younger prince was finished. He thought for his next question, hoping it stayed away from the island's famous peaches. "You're fairly pale compared to me. Do you have a worst sunburn memory?" |
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Robbie shrugged. "We don't actually really burn, do we, Avery?" He turned to his brother, and Avery quickly fixed his face, and forced a smile. "Not that often. Sometimes our ears or cheeks get pink, but that's about it."
Robbie nodded, and continued.
"I don't know why we don't burn. We are pretty fair-skinned."
Avery nodded absentmindedly, swirling the last remnants of his martini in the bottom of his glass. His brother finally decided it was time to shut his mouth, and Robbie stood up, and started wandering the plane. A moment later, he popped his head out of another of the lounges on the plane, and told Avery he was going to work on an essay for school.
Avery closed his eyes and acknowledged his brother's comment, glad that Robbie had stopped talking. The younger boy's overexuberance hadn't helped his headache, though Aspen's attempts to keep him distracted had kept the pain to a minimum. Avery took a deep breath, and held it in for a moment, trying to focus on that rather than his headache.
He could still hear Robbie thumping around in the other lounge and he let out the breath in a whoosh. Suddenly, Zara jumped up on the chair by him, rubbing her head on his chin, and purring. He buried his face in her fur, and focused soley on her soft cat sounds. |
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His question was supposed to keep the younger Prince's attention off his brother. However, it did the opposite with attention being dragged back to him. He gave an apologetic look to the older prince and listened to Prince Robbie. Soon, he was out of their hair though-rather the prince's hair. He remained silent, sneaking an eye look at the prince once his brother was gone. He did not look good in the slightest and that wasn't because he had two martinis. He started not looking good whenever the plane took off, maybe even before then. "You can rest your head on my shoulder if you want," He lowered his voice. At the moment he was too worried about the prince's well-being to worry about what his offer sounded like,"I can tell you aren't feeling well." He wouldn't bother asking Prince Avery questions or talking to him. It had been merely a distraction for the younger prince to not notice the older's change in behavior and expression for that manner. He was the type of man that could be content with riding-or flying-in complete silence. |
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Avery rubbed his temples, and set his glass on the table with a weak smile.
"It's alright. I don't feel bad," he said, lying through his teeth. He hated that he couldn't hide how he felt, and knew that he would just try to play it off as being slightly uncomfortable.
He glanced at his hands, and winced. The skin was pale, and he could see the blue veins snaking up his wrist into his palms and fingers, as well as the back of his hands. He brushed a finger up one of the veins, following it up his shaking fingers. Not wanting to see anything anymore, he closed his eyes. He thought about the tylenol bottle. It was still sitting on the table, the pink label shouting out the warnings of overdose, and he slipped the bottle back into his bag. Better to not risk it. He moved Zara onto his lap, not minding that her cat hair was going to get all over his nice suit. As long as her comforting presence was there, that was all that mattered. He furrowed his brow, trying to figure out how much more time there was on the flight. If they'd been flying for maybe half an hour, it would be at least two more. He sighed, and felt himself starting to doze off. Avery decided it would be alright to let himself sleep, and he relaxed, letting his head slip onto Aspen's shoulder. |
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Aspen narrowed his eyes at the statement of the prince feeling fine. He could be so stubborn at times, especially since it was so clear that not feeling bad was the opposite of what he was feeling. However he decided not to confront him. He knew that would lead to a disaster so he just gave a nod. So he just sat there in silence. He didn't want to confront or bother the prince in his state. He wondered if it was simply stress causing all of this or if it was something more. He knew the prince couldn't go on like this. He just wished, whatever it was, he would seek help. He jumped a little at something heavy weighing down on his shoulder. He turned his head to look and found himself with a face full of nearly gelled back hair. He sighed, giving a soft smile before he put his arm around Prince Avery's shoulders. "Get some rest," He whispered against the other man's ear,"I'll wake you up when we get to the Island." |
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Avery's breathing slowed, and he practically curled up in his chair. He was warm with Aspen's arm over his shoulders, and was happy to be able to rest, for as long as he could. He slept for a good deal of the trip there, and probably would've been asleep through the entirety if it hadn't been for Robbie.
The younger prince had finished his essay, and was anxious to get back out to talk. He thrived off being with people, and wouldn't hesitate to talk their ears off if he was given the chance. Robbie banged the door open, and opened his mouth to greet the two older guys, and saw Avery cuddled against Aspen, his eyes closed, and his breathing even. Robbie's eyes widened, and he took a step back, but a grin crossed his face, and he quietly stepped back into the other room. Avery stirred, and woke up, but he was too comfortable to move, and stayed still, pretending to be asleep still, though he was paying more attention to his surroundings. He listened to see if Robbie was coming back out, or if they were alone again, and if his brother did come out to talk again, what conversation would occur. He heard the door open, this time more quietly, and then the soft sounds of Robbie sitting in the chair opposite Aspen. "So..." Robbie began. Avery knew that tone of voice, and started to pay attention more. "What do you think of my brother?" Robbie asked with a innocent smile. |
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Aspen was starting to get tired himself, his eyelids dropping ever to slightly and his head moving to rest on top of Prince Avery's. He was warm and content with him beside him. He hadn't had anyone cuddle up to him or even try to be his friend in a long time. He was starting to drift off into sleep when a loud bang of a door alerted him awake. He stirred, trying to pinpoint the cause of the sound but no such luck. He sighed, stifling a yawn and glancing at the prince. The prince was still sleeping so obviously the sound didn't disturb him too much. Then he heard a familiar sound of footsteps. Then the familiar face of Prince Robbie was across from him, sitting down. He arched an eyebrow. With the expression in the younger prince's face, whatever he was about to say was going to be good. "What do you think of my brother?" Now that topic caught him off-guard. He wasn't sure why the prince's brother was asking such a question. Especially since both princes had to be straight. However by the innocent play of a smile and the tone of voice, it gave his heart false hope that the he wasn't completely straight. "Remember how much trouble a similar topic earned you last time," He warned, avoiding the answer to that question. However, with the way his heart leaped out of his chest and the way his expression had faltered had been a give away to his real emotions. |
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Robbie waved his hand dismissively, and Avery could tell that he was scrutinizing the older prince, making sure that he was really asleep. "Avery's so gay that if he was any less straight he'd be a circle." The younger prince's words were said in a cheerful tone, and Avery almost sighed at Robbie spilling the beans like that. He shifted, knowing it would scare Robbie , but just moved himself closer to Aspen as if he was cold, and let out a soft, sleepy sigh. He heard Robbie moving around in his seat, and he knew that his brother had picked up his martini glass, and finished the little bit of alchohol in the bottom. It almost made him sit up, and give his brother a piece of his mind, but he was still tired and warm, and decided it would be fine. He could tell that Robbie was on the edge of his seat, waiting to hear what Aspen was going to say to that, and Avery was honestly intruiged himself. It wasn't often that someone of such high stature had "different" feelings, and he was wondering what the other man would say to it.
To Avery's family, it had been obvious since he was around Robbie's age, and they had many discussions on it, and his parents said that if it was how he felt, it was fine. The public, on the other hand, saw Avery as a playboy, every girl's dream man. |
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"Avery's so gay that if he was any less straight he'd be a circle." Oh? Was he now? That was pretty difficult to believe whenever the prince was destined to marry a princess. When the media betrayed him as...well what they guys back home would call a chick magnet. He felt the prince snuggle closer to him and he pulled him closer against his body in response. He couldn't help but smile and give a soft sigh, wondering how apparent his feelings were for him. "Hey get out of there," He caught the younger prince in his act to drink his brother's drink. He slapped the glass out of his hand. It hit the table but thankfully didn't shatter,"If one of my brothers ever tried what you just did, I would have scraped the skin off his back and roasted it for dinner." He was stern, knowing that Prince Avery wouldn't approve of the actions of his brother. He sure didn't want to be accused of letting the younger prince into his drink. "Anyway, just because he's gay and I'm gay doesn't mean there's anything between us," That statement felt as believeable as Prince Avery's was about his health before he fell asleep,"Being with somebody like me would ruin his reputation for good-and not just because I am a man. Besides, theoretically if I did like him like that, nothing would happen. Each time I think a bond is forming between us, he dismisses me or walks away." |
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Robbie raised an eyebrow, and laughed. "You really think that? That means he liiikkkeeess youuu! He's told you so much that he never tells anyone! He only ever told one other person everything...and well, that didn't really work out for him. He's scared to open up after last time," Robbie explained. "Plus, look at you guys, all cuddled up together! Avery hates being touched. He'd never do that if he didn't at least like you a little bit." Robbie stole Zara off Avery's lap, and kissed her on the top of the head. Avery shivered at the little cat's warmth was stolen, and he wrapped his arm around his chest, still keeping up his façade. Honestly, he'd learned at lot in the conversation, and was amused by Aspen's many excuses. He guessed there was only about ten more minutes in their flight, and he didn't want to keep up the charade the whole time. He decided to give them five more minutes to talk, and then he'd "wake up."
The pain in his skull had faded to a dull ache, and he was pleased by that. With luck, it would stay mostly away on the Island, and he'd be able to enjoy the sun and everything else there. |
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