every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life; Szeth/Any

[Qatar]

i like the ones who say they listen to the punk rock
i like the the kids who fight against how they were brought up

“What d’ya wanna do today. Q?”
Same thing we do every day, Alek.
“Ugh. That’s boring. Let’s go meet someone new.”
Getting bored of me already?
“Just your ugly face, man.”
Fuck you, you’re stuck with it.

Qatar has just passed that stage where girls have switched from being obnoxious and full of cooties, to being very lovely to look at. He wouldn’t know what to do with one, given the opportunity - but at least the idea of talking to one doesn’t make him want to barf. If horses could do such a thing. He’s seen the pintaloosa cavorting around his father’s tree, though the yearling and his companion typically keep to the outer areas, where the rocks are and it’s more comfortable for Alek. Plus there are more things to pounce on over there - the oasis and the surrounding dunes aren’t nearly as exciting.

The war and its repercussions are far from his mind, and the mischievous prince hasn’t the slightest idea that there are those out there that would find his bond with Alek unusual. Distasteful. Disgusting. He just lives his life, and today, his life takes him back to the oak tree, to see if anyone new is hanging around the cool and shady watering hole.

The pair arrive well before the hottest part of the day, and find two spotted horses already there. Qatar smiles a little awkwardly (after all, the girl is kind of cute), but it is always Alek who speaks. Neither of them seem to be on edge. Who would dare attack them in his parent's kingdom?

“Hey guys… nice day, isn’t it?”

Because how else do you insert yourself into a conversation?

Qatar

the little mute prince.