Scales and Cigarettes [Libretto/Sovay]

S P E A K I N G // T H I N K I N G

It was one of those strange days where Prince had started of from the house early, with no particular purpose, and an hour later had found himself lost. He tended to walk around in a bit of a hazy thought, not noticing the world around him until suddenly he was in a house, looking at people he had never seen before in his life. Of course, they had seen him. They never really got too mad at Prince, as most of his fans knew that he was a wanderer, but rather they asked for his autograph, and even sent him out the door with a cookie or a glass of aged wine. The wine only tended to make the haziness worse, but Prince drank it anyway, liking the way it made his head feel different, as if suddenly he was not Prince, but maybe Sovay.

Prince spent the morning that way, fluttering down the streets of the capitol, seeing faces and learning names he would forget a moment later. There was something that he was supposed to do, his tired mind finally told him sometime around noon, but he couldn't quite remember it. It couldn't be a shoot or a runway, as his manager didn't even let him leave the house if he had one, knowing that they could lose Prince for hours. Nay, if there had been a shoot, then he would be at it he decided. Because Prince was very good at being elusive just by being himself. He stopped for a moment and looked into a shop window with a pretty blue dress in it. It was a blank stare as he studied the many creases and folds, but after a few moments, Prince could definitely say that he had no desire to wear it.

His friend Libretto had been trying to get Prince to wear a dress for years, pointing out that he was not a he, but a she, and shes were meant to wear dresses. Prince of course had found the entire notion ridiculous. If he wanted to wear a dress, he would be a girl. This thought caused him to stare down at his tightly bound chest. He had gotten used to the breathing restrictions it caused, even if it did hurt his boobs sometimes. prince cocked his head at the thought that he had boobs. He knew, by studying anatomy books that men did not have boobs. That was why he bound them though, because he was a man, and as long as it didn't appear he had boobs, he had no boobs. appearances were everything in the capitol, so it really did not matter what you were on the inside, everything was outside.

But Prince knew that you had to put all that inside somewhere. Some people kept journals, or voice recordings of their insides, but Prince was prone to the more simpler method of gaining a friend. He had one of those. Lib was his friend, he was pretty sure. He had known her ever since he got into the modeling business, back when they were both young. Lib was his insides keeper. When he had too much, he gave some to her, because she was good at listening, and then taking them and keeping his insides safe. So he liked her a lot for that, maybe even loved her. Although the idea of love itself was ridiculous. It was nothing more than a word and a small, bug like creature that lived in your stomach and fluttered about whenever he kissed someone.

Suddenly, these thoughts were thrown off by the passing of a cupcake store. Not even taking a moment to think about it, Prince diverged from his path to buy a chocolate cupcake with milk chocolate icing, and a red velvet with cheesecake icing for Lib. With the buying of the cupcake, something clicked in his mind and he finally remembered where he had to be. Suddenly he left the store with a purpose, carrying the little box containing the cupcakes carefully so that they would not become smashed. A sudden joy was filling Sovay with a rush of happiness from her black polished boots, to her golden buttons. Seeing Lib was a treat because she was her first and only friend. She was the only one that did mind Prince's strange ways, and she was the only one that prince felt completely comfortable with.

He hurried along, and then came across a little blue haired boy, on Lib's street. he was sitting on the pavement and crying, and Prince was thoroughly confused. Stopping uncertainly in front of the little boy, he regarded him curiously, and slowly asked what was wrong in a rather curious manner, "Did you break your heart?" The boy regarded him equally curiously for the next moment, his tears stopping, as he stared in confusion at Prince's unmarked, or changed face. After a moment, he slowly nodded, trying to understand what the man wanted. Prince, unsure of how to deal with the crying child, looked down at the cupcake package. She liked sweets most when she was sad, maybe it was the same. She sighed sadly for the lost cupcake, and then presented it to the child, and continued on his way, not paying attention to the little boy, she had done what she could.

After what felt like hours, but what was probably ten minutes at most, Prince finally arrived at Libretto's house. He could hear her singing on the inside, and the sound only made Prince sad for her. She loved the sound herself, but she had confided in him that it only gave her pain. He waited until the singing ended, and then rang the doorbell, because Lib liked it when he did that. She was trying to civilize him. he did not however, wait for an allowance to come in as it did not even occur to him. Instead he just pushed his way in as he normally did. Flopping onto the nearest couch, which just happened to be one across from Libretto's own. That was a happy chance. He did not greet her, but only tossed the remaining cupcake at her, only mourning it's loss a tiny bit.

"Liiiiiib, I'm thirsty," came her muffled greeting from the couch. It was true, she had been a good boy and had not stopped at any more houses, and her buzz was falling. She really wanted her favourite drink, a glass of Baileys. She loved it most because it tasted like chocolate milk, her other favourite drink, but it was better as it was alcoholic.

S P E A K I N G // T H I N K I N G

Prince stuck out his tongue at Libby calling him Sovay. She knew that he hated that, yet she called him that all the time. Prince didn't even think that he could ever remember Lib calling him Prince once. Of course, all he tasted was sofa, as his face was still shoved into the couch. But when Lib gave him the little box with the cupcake in it, he sat up, and opened the thing up right away. After admiring it for a few moments, he took a large bite, and then delicately licked a small dollop of icing off of the top. It was sweet and creamy, and almost instantly a small smile formed on his face. He liked how the cupcake was red, it was pretty, and reminded him of one of his favourite shoots, where he had dressed as a full blown monarch, with a large red velvet robe.

After a moment, she looked up uneasily, as if remembering something scary. "she isn't here, is she?" she asked fearfully before glancing around. Of course she was referring to Libretto's mother. They had never gotten along very well because whenever Prince visited Lib when they were younger, Lissit would insist on taking them dress shopping, and there had even been one occasion when they had been shopping for shoes. Which had probably been the most humiliating thing in Prince's young life, or at least one of them. They just did not get along. And when Libretto had moved out of her mother's home, Prince thought that maybe they could be left alone, but no, Lisset spent much of her time at Libretto's apartment as well. She took the bottle gratefully from her friend, that warm fuzzy feeling coming back as her friend had even gotten the brand right.

Having Libretto was lovely. Almost instantly, she unscrewed the lid, and took a few large gulps. That fuzzy feeling was making her curl her toes once again in happiness and warmth, but still not enough to get her on her back. She heard Libretto's great sigh, and took a moment to analyze it. She had gotten rather practiced at telling when Lib was aggravated, sad, in pain, or tired. This one felt and sounded like it was a bit of a frustrated one. So Prince kind of knew, or at least though she knew what might be coming after that. She listened carefully, while licking icing off her fingers and hands. After taking another swig of the creamy drink, she stood up, still steady for the most part, or as steady as she ever was, and leaned against the wall beside Lib, listening to her crazy thoughts.

She smiled happily at the idea, even though she had not decided yet whether she was in the mood for a female kiss or a male kiss tonight. It varied for her, as she had never found herself particularly attracted to one sex. One time, when she had been far off, and down a bottle, she had even wanted to Kiss Lib, because she was so pretty, but she stopped herself just as she was about to lean in, because she knew Lib liked guys. But Lib had already explained to Prince that she didn't like his type of guy. That hadn't stopped Prince from wanting to lean in and kiss her though, it had only made Prince want to do it more. But instead, he had gone across the club and made out with a pretty blonde girl instead. She still pretended that she was running her hands through Libretto's brown hair, instead of the blonde's thin blonde hair.

Still holding the bottle, Prince eyed it thoughtfully and took another swig. He didn't think he had a shoot until the afternoon tomorrow, so that was okay. It was his favourite when Lib was there however, so Prince decided to make a deal. "I will wear whatever you want me to wear, and I will club until I can't even see my hand straight, if you come to my shoot tomorrow," she said triumphantly. The deal seemed good to her, as the thought that Libretto might want to make her wear a dress even had not occurred to her. Besides, if she was too smashed to even tell what she was wearing then that little problem would go away rather fast.