Chapter 11 ? Dream of
Prian
??He went on farther, and in the great hall he
saw the whole of the court lying asleep, and up by the throne lay the king and
queen.? He continued to go further and
all was so quiet that a breath could be heard.
At last he came to
the tower and opened the door to the little room where briar-rose was sleeping.
There she lay, so beautiful that he could not turn his eyes away.? He stooped down and gave her a kiss, but as
soon as he kissed her, briar-rose opened her eyes and awoke looking at him
quite sweetly?
Justin sat in front of
his book for a long time, looking at the image.
There was Sleeping
Beauty in a huge bed with a lot of pillows and the beautiful prince bending
down to kiss her. On the mouth.
Justin touched his
finger to the point where their lips met and then gently touched his own. They
were soft and warm. Like Prian?s mouth.
?Sleep Prian.?
Justin crawled off his
mattress and plodded over to the window.
?Of course. Later.? The
courtyard of the prince?s castle was empty and no lights could be seen in the
windows.
Prian maybe had driven
to Harrisburg with the black car-vehicle??
?Beep-Beep.?
Justin looked from left
to right and couldn't see the fast car anywhere.
?Of course to
Harrisburg.?
?Hey Justin.? On
Wednesdays Blake had the late shift and made his rounds to ward 4 shortly after
6:00 pm.
?I wasn't here for a
while. Do you want to say hello to me?? He put the tray with the supper on the
table together with the medication for his patient and walked over to the
window to tousle the boys? hair.
Justin continued to
look out but smiled slightly while he pressed his nose against the pane.
?Plake.?
?Yep. Did you have a
good time with the other nurses??? Blake
had already studied the documents and knew that it wasn?t so. He had read of
the incident this afternoon and had seen the notation about the minor hand
injury with ambiguous cause.
?What happened to your
hand?? The male nurse gently rubbed over the back of Justin's hand.
Justin looked amazed at
the reddened skin.
?Of course. Not white
anymore.? He really would?ve preferred to have a little more of the...
?... yogurt without
fruits.?
?You?ll get yogurt on
Friday for breakfast. Remember? It is on the schedule.? Blake pointed again to
the hand.? ?Why does your hand hurt??
The boy rocked back and
forth as he remembered the evil cloth from the prince.? ?Of course bites, bites.?
?What has bitten you??
?Of course the cloth.
All wet.? Justin didn't like the cloth at all.
Blake frowned. ?Hmm. Do
you want to eat now? There's mortadella and sliced tomatoes on your bread.?
?Yeah.? The boy plodded
to the sink. He liked to wash his hands with much...
?... foam soap.?
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Short after 8:00 pm,
Blake picked his patient up at the community television room. ?How was the good
night greeting??
Justin never answered
this question, but nevertheless Blake asked him regularly.
Back in the room the
male nurse lifted the blanket and watched as the boy walked one last time to
the window to look outside with longing. ?You want your book under the pillow??
Justin answered without
taking his gaze from the prince's castle. ?Yes.?
Blake put the fairy
tale book under the pillow, filled the red plastic cup on the nightstand and
tapped invitingly on the mattress. ?Jump in frog. It?s bedtime.?
Justin padded to his
bed, took off his slippers and crawled under the blanket.
?That necklace is
pretty.? Blake smiled as he pointed to the noodles around Justin's neck and the
boy smiled back proudly.
?Of course the treasure
jewelry.?
?Have you done
handicrafts at Miss Peterson's??
Justin made an angry
face and turned his head away. Of course Miss Eterson could never make prince treasure!
?Justin, you have to
take it off for the night, okay??
?No.?
?Yes. You can?t breathe
properly with the necklace around your neck.?
Justin was stubborn and
didn't want to look at Plake, but he breathed three times in and out, testing.
?You can put it with
your book under the pillow, okay? Then nobody can take it.?
Justin thought about it
for a moment and let Plake take the jewelry without resistance.? Quickly he put a hand with it under his
pillow.
Blake smiled and
covered Justin's small body with the blanket. ?Mm. Your pajama smells good.?
Justin beamed
blissfully and sniffed at his sleeve. Yes, everything smelled of Prian and the
wonderful prince's castle.
?Sleep well frog.? The
male nurse stroked through Justin's hair, turned off the light and left the
room.
Not more than 10
minutes later, the patient in 411 slept soundly with the smell of his prince in
his nose and his fingers securely on his noodle necklace.
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Until evening hit,
Brian's mood was down to a frosty point zero. Everyone at the office was simply
incompetent, the guy at the drugstore clearly had a deficient in intelligence,
and Emmett had ruined his favorite Lacoste Shirt by boiling the laundry.
Mister Kinney had
wanted to ram his beloved jeep into a concrete wall before the end of the night
if it weren?t for the 32 messages from Mikey on his answering machine begging,
'Don?t you want to change your mind and please, please, please come with us??
So he got dressed after
a long shower in his hottest club fashion, forgone the use of a comb to achieve
the ultimate freshly fucked look,?
and shortly after 10:00 pm sat behind the wheel of his car on his way to
Pittsburgh's number one gay club for an extensively round of frustration and
degradation in the backroom.
And even though it was
quite early, the dance floor was well attended and the climatic conditions
quite to his liking - muggy, hot and smoky with a sweet scent of illegal herbs
from all over the beautiful world.
Target oriented, he
shoved himself through the dancing masses in the direction of the bar, ordered
a glass of something that contained a high percentage from the Irish motherland
and relaxed against the bar to look out for his first prey. Preferably small,
blond and surrounded by a touch of innocence. He instantly took another big
gulp while refusing to think of any possible motivations for such a specific
type.
?Brian!? A bright
smiling Michael came running in his direction and happily hugged his friend
with a wet kiss on the lips. ?I thought you couldn?t make it!????
?Change of plans.?
Brian grumbled against the rim of his glass and quickly drank what little was
left in it as a petite blond twink with a belly shirt danced in his irritated
line of sight.
?Hey Brian.? Ben stood
close behind his partner. ?The next round is on me. You want the same again??
?Double.? Coughed
Brian. He averted his gaze as his prey twinkie sent a big sunny smile across
the room and wondered why in the hell had he thought of his last pasta plate at
his favorite Italian restaurant.
?Brian.? Mikey
worriedly clapped his friend on the back. ?What's wrong? Are you sick or
something??
?Bad night.? Assured
Mister Kinney quickly and excused himself for a short visit to the men?s room
and a subsequent excursion to the backroom to release a little pressure.
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The prince climbed back
on his horse and sadly looked at the princess. ?I can't kiss you my
beautiful Justin. You can't even cross the street alone.? And he pulled at
the red reins, clicked his tongue and rode away without looking back. He left
the poor princess all alone on the side of the black road as she called for
him, crying as all the butterflies on her necklace flew away.
Justin whimpered in his
sleep and moved under his blanket in unease until he opened his eyes in
confusion sometime later.? He blinked
with fear and looked around the dark room as he lay in bed with the soft pillow
and red cup that stood on the nightstand. He wasn't on the street. ?
Nevertheless, the
prince had rode away with his white horse and all the butterflies had left the
cord, flying up high to the clouds.
Justin felt so sad. His
tummy really hurt because of it.
Clumsily, he wiped with
the back of his hand over his damp eyes and sat up.
?Plake.?
Of course Plake didn't
come. He never came when it was dark. But Justin really wished this time the
door would open so that Plake could perform real magic with the alarm clock and
it wouldn?t be night any more. He really wanted to...
?... stop sleeping.?
He sniffled and wiped
his eyes again. Then grabbed under the pillow to feel for his book. It was
still there. He took it out with the thin wool string with knotted noodles.
Justin looked at the
necklace for a moment and a little awkwardly, put it around his neck.
?Of course. Six are
missing.? Had they flown away?? No. They
had died and now were in Prian's jacket. ?Of course six new ones at
Thanksgiving.? He scratched his forehead. ?Many yams.?
He moved a little on
his mattress, stretched his legs under the blanket and placed the fairy tale
book on his lap. It was heavy and smelled good when it was opened.
Justin turned a few
pages and stroked over a few flattened folds and bends. ?Certainly not Plake.?
On page sixteen was a
huge tower and the beautiful prince who looked up to it. Justin smiled and
stroked gently with one finger over Prian's brown hair. Even in the book it was
soft.
He turned a few more
pages. Past the cat with the big boots and the bad giant. He turned many and
stopped when he looked at the picture of Sleeping Beauty. The longer he looked
at it, the more his tummy pinched. He even got mad and laid his hand over the
painting where the prince awakens Sleeping Beauty with a kiss. Slowly he took
his fingers away again and looked at it after all. It just was so beautiful and
he really wished he could be Sleeping Beauty. Then the prince would kiss him,
too.
But it couldn't happen.
Prian had explained it to him.
?No.? He said in an
exact copy of Brian's voice and climbed clumsily off of his bed.
?Of course. You can't
cross the street ...? With plodding steps we walked over to the window.
?.... street alone.
Prian says.?
He pressed his nose
against the cold pane and breathed with his open mouth against the glass while
looking down.
It was dark and all the
lights in the castle were off.
?Of course. Sleep
Prian.?
He thought of the big
pillows in the prince?s bed and then of the white cat fur carpet directly in
front of it. He sighed a little and touched the moist window pane with his
tongue. The castle was so beautiful and big. He really wanted to see Prian and
go there for...
?... a visit.?
He moved his nose from
the pane, rubbed it because now it was all cold, before he turned around to
leave the room with small steps.
?Exactly. Cross the
street alone. Of course a kiss.?
The light in the
corridor was bright and he blinked a few times, until his eyes worked again
properly. Then he padded to the nurses room and stopped in front of it.
?Plake.? Of course he
had to tell Plake before he went for a walk. ?Plake.?
Justin stood there in
front of the pane for a while and rocked while turning his blond strands around
his finger, but Plake didn't come. ?Of course. Sleeps, sleeps.?
So the boy plodded
along to the exit, through the glass door, down the cold stairs and with lot of
effort through the big entrance door.
It was cold outside and
he looked up, crinkled his nose and sniffed. It smelled like moon but he
couldn't see one. ?Of course. Certainly fell into the lake.?
With his gaze to the
side, he walked further, through the gateway and the heavy iron gate, to the
sidewalk where the stones had small slits.
He saw the black street
and looked straight ahead.
?Have to look if...?
Then his gaze went from
left to right.
?... a car is coming.?
Hmm. He couldn't see
one.
?Beep-Beep?
Carefully he made one step
on the asphalt, whimpered and took his leg back quickly. Of course he wasn't
allowed...
?... to cross the
fucking... fucking street alone. Prian says.?
He remained on the
sidewalk, looked blankly up to the dark sky and slightly rocked back and forth.
?Of course never. Never
without permission. Prian says.?
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Brian got into his
Jeep, slammed the door shut and drove out of the parking lot behind Babylon
with squealing wheels.
He?d treated himself to
three blond twinks with innocent blue eyes. After that, and just out of pure
defiantness, he?d done a bald afro-American with a spider tattoo on his broad
chest and was sure that the moaned 'Prian' from twinkie number 3 was
only imagined.
God damn it!? The whole fucking day was a complete
disaster!
Dumb spectacles bitch
in the office, a mega bad blow job for lunch and a sadistic hospital staff with
preferences for perverted bondage games! Damnfuckingshit! And one absolutely
adorable brat in the fucking tower!? ?In
the fucking institution!
It absolutely sucked
big time and if he thought about it now, he definitely should?ve consumed two
or five more bottles of whiskey while Professor Bruckner had shown such an
amount of generosity earlier.
Slightly frustrated he
switched gears, took a sharp turn to the left, drove a little faster and ?
?Fuck!?
He slammed on the
brakes as he spotted a small, barefoot, rocking figure with a noodle necklace and
an innocent gaze standing five meters in front of his gateway.
A wave of uninvited
concern went through Brian's chest almost immediately, shortly followed by pure
rage at the incapable supervisory staff at St. James.
Swearing, he parked in
front of his gate, grabbed his keys, got out and jogged over to the opposite
side of the street. ?Justin damn it!?
What are you doing here again?!?
Justin murmured quietly
and bent his head to the side while swirling a blond hair around his middle
finger. ?Certainly angry. Crossed the street alone. Of course no kiss.?
?Justin.? Brian grabbed
him by the arm. ?Go back to your room. You can't stand here all alone in the
middle of the street.?
?Yeah.? The boy changed
his view, but didn't move at all.?
?Certainly cross the street. Of course without permission.?
Brian ran a hand
through his hair, looked around the empty street and watched the boy in blue
pajamas with a mixture of frustration and pride. ?You wanted to cross the
street??
?Yeah.? Justin turned
his gaze further away from the beautiful prince. He certainly was very angry.
?Yeah? Why haven't
you??
Justin began to count
the peas which he?d eaten last Friday with his fried bird. ?Five... fifteen.?
?Justin.? Brian
stretched out his hand to gently put it on Justin's warm neck. ?You haven't
crossed the street because I?ve told you you?re not allowed without permission.
Right??
The boy stopped
twisting his hair. He liked Prian's hand on his neck. It was so soft and big
and strong.
?Right?? Brian stepped
closer and tried to look the blond in the eyes.
Justin looked
uninvolved past the prince. ?Yeah. Only if... if Prian says.?
Brian smiled casually,
but stopped immediately as he realized it. Instead he stroked with two fingers
over the soft deepening at Justin's neck and played with the thin necklace
string. ?Good boy.?
?Yeah.? Justin rocked a
little, but nestled into Prian?s touch. ?Justin.?
This time the older one
didn?t fight the smile. ?Yeah. Justin is a good boy. Never cross the street
without permission.?
?Yeah. Very angry.?
Brian sighed and closed
his eyes. ?Yeah. Very angry.??
He took his fingers
away from Justin's neck as he opened his eyes again. ?Come on. Go back inside.
It?s cold and you're tired.?
Justin didn't say
anything and Brian grabbed him by the arm and guided him a few steps to the
huge iron gate of the institution.
As he saw the doors,
the boy went stiff and began to wail. Defiant and furious.
?Justin. Come on, I?ll
bring you back to your room.?
?No.? With surprising strength
Justin broke free and plodded back to the sidewalk. But not one step further.
Brian sighed deeply and
rubbed both hands over his face. He was tired, had way too much alcohol in his
system and wasn't really in the mood for another power struggle of this kind.
?Justin. You have to go back to your room.?
?No.? Justin rocked
back and forth and tucked a long blond strand behind his ear.
?Yes you have to.?
Brian walked over to the kid and wanted to grab his shoulder, but the boy
jerked and stepped a little further away.
?No.?
For a moment Mister
Kinney played with the thought to go over to the other side of the street to
his luxurious mansion, in his huge, warm bed, and back to his uncomplicated
life.? Free of all kinds of responsibilities
for other people.
But he didn't, despite
the fact that he really couldn't think of one good reason why not.
?Maybe because he had a
luxurious mansion, with a huge bed, in an uncomplicated life and really could
understand why Justin wasn't in the mood to get back to his sterile hospital
room, with all the medication and the sad life that was reality for him.
?Hey.? He walked two
steps closer to the boy, but didn't dare to touch him. ?Justin, look at me.?
It took a while until
Justin raised his head to look at Brian.?
As he did, his eyes weren't blank and unfocused, but frustrated and
enraged and so misunderstood. ?No.??
?You don't want to go
back to your room??
?No.?
?Where do you want to
go then? It?s the middle of the night Justin.?
Justin couldn't hold
the visual contact to Prian's face any longer and so he looked over to the
other side of the street. To the beautiful huge prince castle.
Brian also looked over
to his house and then back to Justin. ?You can't go with me. It?s night.?
Justin's tummy
tightened and his heart pounded loudly. He could hear it in his head.
He wouldn?t go back to
the tower and he was angry that Plake hadn?t come to do the magic with his
alarm clock. He was angry that it wasn?t Christmas yet. He was angry that he
couldn't cross the street over to Prian's castle, where he could get toast, cat
fur and butterflies in boxes.
He was angry that he
wasn't Sleeping Beauty and that the prince would never kiss him.
Brian looked at the boy
for a long time and got a strange feeling in his stomach as he noticed clear
anger in the blue eyes. Anger and a thin film of wetness which grew more and
more, until one drop ran over a pale cheek and silently fell onto the dark blue
pajamas.
He didn't know what to
say but started anyway. ?Justin you simply can?t-?
?Dream of Prian!?
Justin looked directly at the prince as he said it and his voice sounded
defiant and almost begging, like Gus sounded when he wanted to assure that he
definitely had not thrown the French paper weight on the floor.
Brian stared at him
perplexed because at this moment Justin didn't look like an innocent boy with
his fairy tale book under the pillow. Instead, he looked like a young man who
knew exactly what he wanted but unfortunately nobody seemed to understand his
language.? Which wasn't the whole truth
because Brian understood him perfectly.
?What was the dream
about??
Justin held his gaze to
Prian, but didn't say one word.
?You dreamed of me? Was
it a good dream??
Justin looked away.
?Were you in the dream,
too? Were we together??
The boy rocked gently
back and forth and sniffed. ?Leave me all alone.?
?Leave you alone? Why??
The boy seemed to think
about it for a moment. His gaze was blank and he curled his middle finger in
blond hair, before saying something. ?Of course. No kiss.?
Brian wasn't shocked to
hear that. He couldn't think of anything else since he left the boys? room
hours ago, and even a whole backroom full of blond tricks couldn?t kill this
little burning need.
Nevertheless, it was an
urge that had to remain unfulfilled.
?No.? He stepped closer
to the boy, bent a little to create the same height and touched his large hand
to Justin?s cheek. ?Not on the mouth.?
Justin looked in the prince?s
brown eyes and nestled his face in the large palm.? He was so close to Prian that he could smell
his warm skin. Quickly, he closed his eyes tightly, exactly like Sleeping
Beauty did, so that Prian had to kiss him awake too.
A small smile crept over
Brian's lips as the boy squeezed his eyes together. With a gentle thumb he
stroked over Justin's high cheekbone.
The kid was hot. Way
too hot.? So much so, that his decision
wasn't really hard to make. He bent down for a gentle kiss on Justin's forehead.
Then one at Justin's left temple and a little lower on Justin's cheek. He put
his arm around the boys waist, pulled him closer and pressed his nose in
Justin's neck to inhale deeply.
God, the boy was so
soft and warm and smelled so wonderful. He took another deep breath, kissed
behind Justin?s earlobe and then just stopped thinking as he took the small
face in a secure hold and closed his eyes for a kiss on these perfectly curved
raspberry lips.
He felt the boy grow
stiff for a moment and heard his little whimpering. Out of shock or just
gratitude. He didn't know and didn't care as he felt Justin's shy hand on the
front of his shirt. Five small fingers searching for a hold and trying to come
closer somehow.
Brian simply stood
there, mouth to mouth with the boy, so close. So close that he could feel the
beating of Justin?s heart against his chest.
Justin thought his
tummy would explode. Everything tickled and twinkled. He could feel all the
butterflies deep within his belly, and they fluttered and wanted to fly high up
to the dark sky.? He wanted it too.
His feet were all
jittery and he put them on top of each other for a moment and then firmly on
the ground again because suddenly they were soft like the pillow in his bed.
Prian smelled so good
and his lips were like gentle winds on his skin. First on his forehead, then on
his face and then it tickled somewhere behind his ear.????
Justin whimpered and
started to feel dizzy, as the prince held his head tight with both hands and
really kissed him. On the mouth, like a prince certainly did to Snow White and
Sleeping Beauty but never with Rapunzel.
It felt weird and he
whimpered again. He noticed that he had to breathe hard and that his heart beat
louder and louder, but he stopped breathing completely because he was so exited
and didn't want the prince to ever stop.
With one hand he
grabbed for Prian's beautiful t-shirt, held on to it and then made a noise like
a baby cat, as he stuck out his tongue a little.
Brian almost lost his
secure foothold, as he heard the boy mewl like a starving kitten and at the
same time felt a shy tongue against his lips. Wet, warm and so fucking sweet
that he had to twist his arm like a vise around Justin's small waist, nearly
pushing him off the feet.
He heard himself moan
and knew he had no chance to fight against the hardness in his pants.? He threaded his fingers into blond hair and
tilted his head, before carefully meeting the little innocent tongue on his
lips with his own.
Justing pulled back with
shock for a moment, but than huffed a shuddering breath against Prian's cheek,
stepped whimpering on his tiptoes and sighed quietly as he could feel the warm
tip of the prince?s tongue somewhere in his mouth.
It wasn't a real kiss.
Not a kiss like Brian would give normally.?
It was nothing than cautious touching and shy fumbling, surprised
wincing and whimpering in pure amazement, but maybe it was just the mixture of
all this that brought Brian to the edge of madness. He had to fight really hard
not to loose his control and showing the boy all the things that lie far behind
the borders of fairyland.
With a deep inhale near
the boys skin and a long kiss on closed lips he pulled back, rubbed his thumbs
over Justin's high cheekbones and held his eyes closed just a little longer
before he even dared to trust himself again.
He smiled to some
extent at what he saw the second he opened them.
Tousled blond hair, a
numb gaze out of blue eyes, blushed cheeks and a nervous hand on dark blue
pajama pants.
?Do you have to use the
bathroom??
Did he? Justin looked down at himself and pressed the
hardness between his legs through the thin flannel material. He looked up to
Prian in confusion and shook his head.
Brian smiled and
stroked the soft blond hair. ?That doesn't happen when you kiss this Alice,
hmm??
The boy looked again at
his trousers. ?No.?
Brian laughed quietly
and pulled Justin's chin up with two fingers. ?We?ve kissed.?
?Yeah.? Justin rocked
gently back and forth. ?Kiss Prian.?
?Yeah. Was it good?????
Justin touched the
prince?s mouth with three clumsy fingertips while looking at the dark sky.
?Yeah.?
Brian kissed the
fingers and then pulled them away. ?It was a good night kiss. That means that
you have to go to bed now.?
?Yeah. Of course in the
castle.?
?No. Of course in your
room.?
?Certainly my
toothbrush. Justin Taylor.?
Brian shook his head.
The kid wasn't stupid and definitely stubborn. ?I?ll watch over it until you
visit me the next time. But not today. Today you go to your room.?
Justin looked at the
ground, ignored the prince and counted the slits in the stones while he gently
rocked back and forth. ?Seven... seven, eight, nine.?
Brian skeptically
raised his left eyebrow. ?You think this is clever, don't you??
?Yeah. Clever Justin.?
?Hmm. Think again.? The
older man took Justin's hand and walked with him through the large gate, to the
entrance of the building.
Justin didn't want to
and tried to free himself out of Brian's grip.
Brain held him securely
and went further. ?You don't like that?? He squeezed Justin's hand to
illustrate. ?Holding hands??
?Yeah.? Justin held his
hand still. ?With Prian.?
Brian stroked with his
thumb over Justin's knuckles. ?With Brian. Until we?re up there. Then you go to
bed, all right??
?All right. Up in the
tower.?
Brian pushed the heavy
door open and guided the boy quietly inside. ?How many stairs until the top??
?Of course... five
times. Five times eight... forty eight.? Justin padded with bare feet behind
Prian, up the stairs.? He really liked
how it felt to hold hands with the prince. ?Certainly two hundred... two
hundred forty.?
?Two hundred forty
stairs until we?re up there??
?Yeah. Of course two
hundred forty.?
?Hmm.? Brian used his tired
brain for short multiplication and squeezed Justin's hand in reward. ?Good
boy.?
?Yeah. Justin.?
?Hmm. How old are you
anyway??
The boy counted the
stairs on the forth step sector. ?Two.. thirty two.?
?Justin.? Brian gently
tugged at Justin's hand.
?Yeah.?
?How old are you? How
many years??
?Justin Taylor.
Certainly eighteen.?
?Certainly eighteen??
Brian skeptically looked over his shoulder. ?Are you sure??
?Yeah. Certainly
eighteen.?
?Hh.? Brian ignored the
small voice in his head that lectured him about youth security. ?That is
young.?
?Yeah. Certainly not a
child. Not in Harrisburg anymore.?
?You moved to
Pittsburgh because you weren't a child anymore??
?Yeah. Justin now is
eighteen years... years old.?
Brian pulled the boy up
the last stair and looked cautious through the glass door into the station. It
was bright, but no one was to be seen. He moved Justin in to the dark corner
beside the door and spoke quietly. ?You go to bed now, okay??
?Yeah. With Prian.?
?No.? Brian grinned.
?My bed is-?
?Of course in the
castle.?
Brian blinked at the
boy with irritation. ?No, in my house and I hate it when other people finish my
sentences, understood?
?Yeah.? Justin looked
up at the badly plastered ceiling.
?Good. Now go in there and
look out of your window. You can wave me goodbye.?
?Yeah. Prian wave.?
?No. Pr- Brian never
waves. Justin can wave.? Mister Kinney tried to rescue his male honor and gave
the boy a quick peck on the forehead. ?Now, go to your room or you won't see me
when I'm standing on the street.?
?Yeah.?
Brian held the ward
door open for Justin, looked after him for a moment and than rushed down
through the dark staircase to position himself in the gateway.
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Justin padded with
small steps along the bright corridor, pushed the handle of his door and walked
eight and a half steps to his small window.
He stood close to it, laid
his hands on the pane and pushed his nose against the cold glass.
?Ha!? He laughed
happily because the beautiful prince really stood on the street.? Just like that, under a streetlamp without a
horse or a silver sword, but with pretty clothes and a smile only for Justin.
Justin smiled back,
waved and pushed the tip of his nose a little closer to the pane as Prian
kissed his palm and blew until the wonderful prince's kiss flew all the way up
to the tower and through the small slid by the window.
Justin felt so happy
but couldn?t fight the sadness as Prian turned around and walked away, over the
street and into his castle.
?Sleep Prian.? He spoke
against the fogged windowpane and touched the moist glass with his tongue
before he plodded to bed with bare feet and crawled clumsily under the
blanket.? With butterfly noodles around
his neck and? the prince's taste on his
lips.
?Dream of Prian.?
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