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Mixed World

(Hi <3  hope you are feeling alright <3)

"Don't you want to come?" Porchay asked just before going out with Pete. 

Macau had given them clothes. They were just going to walk through the ballroom, to, they hope, dream a little, to see the light of the ceiling create a bright place where everything looked possible. Porchay always loved to dance at those parties. It was artificial, so fakely enchanting but he loved to be led by it. He loved to let his soul believe that what he was living might be unreal but he would still be a part of it, for some hours, he would have contributed to that glittery mesmerization of life. And rolling in the air with his body, Porchay would have loved, he would want, forever, to dance in the middle. And he was imagining a big flower, like his ship making him turn on anything but reality. It was making him so happy to be able to move, even for some seconds to dance, to waltz his life away but it seemed less funny when he was seeing Kim, closed, totally closed on the bed, writing whatever on a paper.

 Porchay wasn't really in a dream, he had thought about investigating, trying to find information between all of the people there, but he didn't want to tell Kim. He didn't want to just give him what he wanted. Porchay wasn't delusional or out of reality. He knew what could come, he knew that he might die. He knew and he didn't want to be scared about this. He wanted to live until the last breath and he was himself in need of a Kim who would recognize that if Porchay wanted to dance he could go. He had to realize for sure now that Kim's opinion mattered to him. He had lived enough around him to get caught into the tissue of their relationship and it had been a mess. 

Macau was the one to tell him, when he was helping him getting dressed: "you know Porchay, the fact that you ran after Kim when he began to sulk tells me that what he is thinking is important to you, right ?" And he had to recognize that it kinda was. From the beginning, he always had asked to be considered by Kim because he needed his trust to be able to follow him. To just play the deadly game like they did, he needed to trust and to be trusted, and now it had come to this state, where he had wanted Kim to also consider what was not important for the victory.

"No. Though take this." He said throwing a little knife to Porchay who struggled to catch this. "You wouldn't take the sword but we can't not be careful." He said without looking at him. Porchay sighed, loud enough for Kim to hear, and he walked fast out of the room. 

Pete was running behind him. "Angel. Wait." He said. The boy had thought that calling him like this would make things easier for his brain. "What ?" Porchay answered, turning around and meeting Pete's surprised face. "Sorry..."

"It's okay Prince..." He said a little taken aback by Porchay's cold voice he had never heard before. "Why is Prince Kim like this?"

"I don't know...he doesn't even see the opportunity of I don't know...finding more people to help us, or investigating...I don't know why he got like this...it doesn't...doesn't look like his usual behavior..."

"Maybe he doesn't like dancing..."