what if you were the third prince in a dynasty built on sibiling murder and betrayal and the only way to survive was to take on an effeminate role and allow your family to pimp you out to other high class nobles, resulting in you not forming stable attachments or finding comfort in intimacy since your mom disappeared under mysterious circumstances. and what if you then ran away from the castle and came across a man also harmed by your family's dynasty but his suffering is the suffering of a million people you have never met, and now must see through him as you travel together. and what if you fell in love by learning to care and depend and support this person whom you see heal before you, and think that maybe you can too. and what if one day you both decide to take a nap under the shade of a tree on a breezy summer day, your head resting on his chest, and you wake up to the low, comforting sounds of him humming a song you sung to him. and in that moment, he's cradling your hair, watching the clouds pass, enjoying your company even if he thinks your asleep, and singing a song he only knows from your lips. a human person who sees you, who knows you, and wants to sing a song because he knows it from you. and he's right there within your touch. and then you pretend to still be asleep so you can hear him hum. what then.
