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A portrait of you two’s past self.
They are playing in a sun-filled meadow on a valley in Thieves’ Den of March. Daisies and marigolds and lilies starting to bloom in the early spring embrace. The two princes, wearing just their t-shirts and shorts instead of their normal attire when going out in public, rolling, frolicking, play-fighting on the grassy field. The butlers, guards, maids, and probably their grandpa himself are worrying sick at their disappearance at this time of the day (but their parents don’t seem to care, or they never do.). But there’s just you two, the beautiful scenery, and the child-like carefreeness.
A portrait of you two.
You two are riding down on the shoreline highway of Crossroads, a little bit drunk and a little bit too loud at 5am on a June weekday. Switching seats when one of you has grown tired of driving, laughters, swears, and jokes being thrown around the car, as well as the things you thought you could never say moments before the tour ended. Your ride is a cheap model, for middle-class citizens but it serves its purpose of being fast enough, bringing enough clothes and items to live at your destination for a while, as well as hiding your superstar identities until some cops pull you over. You joke about driving into the sea but never do that because there’s light in both of you two’s eyes. The sun is rising on the horizon and it’s another day again. Your destination? The place where the twin princes sneak out when they are still kids. And here you go again, pressing the pedal until it reaches the speed limit and letting the morning wind blow through your hair.