Conversational

This is just something to get me started back into writing again. I've been reading The Little Prince too much, and kudos goes to whoever wrote the oneshot (that I can't remember the title of) who also used The Little Prince as a basis of their narusasu fic.

Anyway, this was done a month ago and is hardly coherent. I apologize for any errors on my part since I haven't found a beta yet. Confusion might run rampant as a result. Any criticism or comments are accepted and greatly appreciated.

Disclaimer: Don't own.


"Just that," said the fox, "to me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world."

The Little Prince

i.

"You're so bright it hurts."

"Mmm-hmm."

"But I want you to keep shining, because love always hurts. It's a common cliché that everybody says during pretty sunsets, but I think it's true."

"You know, you think too much. Just enjoy this for what it is right now."

He nods, and cradles his head in his friend's arm.

They're friends, and nothing more.

It's always been this way.

ii.

"Do you think we'll meet on that star?"

A silence permeates the air.

"Which one?" He finally asks back.

"That one –it's the one next to the brightest star up there. It's small and lonely, and I've looked out at it every night before I go to sleep. It's calming," the inquirer does not point to the star in question, but his blonde hair glitter-glowing in the moonlight. He looks too tired and contented to raise a hand.

There is a spell cast around them, and they delight in it.

"You want to be the Little Prince, don't you? I thought you were too engrossed in your Marlowe and Raleigh's Nymph's Reply."

"I think I learned that 'language is the source of misunderstandings.'" He sighs, a gossamer sound.

"Maybe you just got tired of words. Simplicity has never been easy to achieve."

"You're just avoiding the subject," he pouts, and he asks again, "do you think we'll meet again on that star?"

"I think you're shining too brightly already."

"So maybe I do eclipse that star. Maybe that's why it's so lonely."

They're friends, and nothing more.

It's always been this way.

iii.

"I think you've tamed me," he declares after awhile.

"I think you love me," he replies.

"Of course. We've been here for so long, even if that lonely star fell, you'd be able to catch it and I wouldn't even doubt it for a second."

"You trust me so easily."

"You make me smile and feel warm inside. You said I'm brighter than that star; maybe you'll be able to coax some brightness into that star."

"I've never met that star. I've never stared at it during rainy nights and humid sunsets. I've never smothered it in love and blanket-fuls of sun-clouds and whisper-kisses like you have. I've never spent nights outside just lying on the grass like I have with you. I have never held any attachment to that star."

"Then tame it."

"I'm already tamed."

"I think you love me."

"I think I do."

They're friends, and maybe they'll be more.