Robin let go of his new friend. He gestured for the animal to follow, not sure if a few pets was enough to warrant trust. He slipped back into the garden and around to the back where many of the castles servants used. He led the wolf unknowingly to the prince's room. Robin didn't know what was of value and what wasn't but when he found a small stash of gold and the other slipper he was content but how to get his clothing and the shoe were another problem. He stalked the halls near his room finding a guard had carelessly fallen asleep. He took the keys and told his friend to watch the door. Robin gathered his things sliding his feet once again into the magical slippers. Both the wolf and the boy made a quick escape into the forest. Robin lit the way with a lantern he had 'borrowed'.

( XD I shall let you choose were we go since I have screwed up the story so much. )

(to be read with this; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L5XqYliZQ5w&NR=1 )

it lead the way on silent paws soon it saw the boy creature was struggling so it went back and put it's face to the other and whipped it's head in a gesture to allow the boy on. obligingly the child climbed on it's back and they shot off again. jerial did not know which way the boy sought to go so they ran aimlessly through the forest zagging through trees and leaping roots and small bushes. the forest whooshed past quickly the silvery moon dancing through the leaves and casting eerie shadows and sparkles.

He felt like he was riding a motorcycle. The woods past by him with sickening speed. He closed his eyes burying his head into the wolfs fur not sure where the wild ride was going to lead him. When the wolf slowed down to a saunter, Robin rolled off, riding himself of his nonexistent dinner. When the lad regained himself he and his wolf walked until the smell of cooked chicken lured the boy off the beaten pathway. They stumbled through the thick forest until they came across a small cottage. Robin could see a pie cooling in the window a silhouette moving around hidden behind amber colored panes of glass.

The night was just full of surprises, the first his new pet was a nude man, the second that man was Jerial. That along with the strange house, kept Robin from settling one thought. His brain just jumped from one thing to another. “I am not a child.” He said following behind the prince. He wondered where he had found blue roses as the door from the hut peeked open and a wild eye ball swiveled about. His admittance that he was not a child could not keep Robin from being scared. He stepped out of sight behind the prince, lightly holding on to his shoulders to use him as a body shield.

Robin watch the exchange. It amazed him, though why the woman looked at him he was not sure. As she drew closer expecting an answer to her question, Robin circled around the prince, happy that he had clothing on since he still needed him to act as a human shield. He stopped at the prince's side. Of course he had many questions buzzing about his brain but he feared anything he asked the prince, the elderly woman would assume he meant to ask her. So he shook his head, reaching out and grabbing the fabric of the prince's cloak. “No, I don't... well I do but” He was about to foolishly waste a question so he stuck to his guns. “No I don't, not for you madam.” He tried to pull Jerial through the door way, “Um your majesty. I have plenty of questions for you.”

Robin just did as he was told being pulled along behind the red cloaked prince. He wanted to look back but he feared the wrath of the elderly lady.

The water was unexpected. Robin did not cross the flowing stream in enough time to make it to safety. He fell deep into the waters grip waking up in the real world to a fury of sneezes. His head was throbbing and his body felt like noodles, but he pushed aside the mountain of blankets that kept him warm. He couldn't afford to miss another class or another day of work. A shiver snaked its way down his spine as he remembered the dream with the nightmarish hag. The dream wasn't too bad, there was a nude guy. That slap happy thought, made him giggle like a drunkard and kept him amused while he was trying to focus through out the day.

he was bleary eyed to say the least in class that day. robin had fallen asleep face-first in his book again with the window open and despite jerial's attempts to turn up the heat and load the other down with blankets by morning the other teen had what looked to be a rather nasty head-cold, jerial felt personally responsible for it though he knew there was no reason for that, he hoped his lack of sleep on the other's behalf was penance enough.

When Robin came home he greeted his roommate with a germ filled greeting, oblivious to the boys efforts for both a happy ending and to prevent his cold. He sniffled a little making his way to the kitchen for a cup of tea and soup. Once again he offered him some of his food. He even joined him on the couch for a bit, attempting badly to stay awake reading, while the other did his work. Lulled by a full belly and the white noise of the tv, Robin soon fell asleep using Jerial's thigh as a pillow. He cradled his book close to his chest open on the page he was last reading. He slowly woke up to golden rays of light silhouetting the forest. Robin was became aware that he was cradled in the arms of some one protected by a red cloak. He nudged the chest with his head that had been used as his pillow, sheepishly looking up to see the face of his savior. He kissed the prince's neck before closing his eyes again lingering in his half awake state. He listened with one ear to the sounds of the prince's beating heart.

he was surprised to say the least when robin, now carrying the book, laid against his leg and began to doze, he attempted to ignore the other until the other shivered against him so with no real thought to it he did what came natural to him as an older brother to four and pulled the boy into his arms hoping to warm him up without waking him. robin put up no fight and with jerial's afghan now over them both the shivering soon stopped but the book robin still clung to now dug into his side. he tried to ignore it but soon it was unbearable so gently he pried it loose from the other who promptly latched onto him instead. he rolled his eyes at that thinking of his littlest sister who did the same. with his free arm he put the book on top of the closed laptop then wrapped his arm back around the other. if this was the price of the cold he was sure to get from the other so be it, it was nice enough an exchange....

he woke up quickly at the movement of the other, he had not realized he dozed off but was awake now, he felt the other helf roll in his arms and nuzzle at his chest he looked down shocked though he quickly realized that though the boy's eyes were half open he was not awake 'jeez, you had me for a moment' he said softly. the other gave no indication he heard but instead looked jerial dead in the eye and stretched up to kiss his neck. the boy froze. he could literally feel the cogs in his head breaking. robin simply rested his head back against his chest and went back to sleep. jerial did not.

High in the heavens, two devils chuckled mischievously. Between them they carried a large intricately carved ornate oak mirror. The large viewing glass was easily the size of a normal human adult. On its reflective surface glimmers of a grin appeared and disappeared with the light. In their hands the mirror began to quiver. The higher they rose, the more the mirror vibrated, till finally a thin crack streaked down the center of the glass evolving into a spider web of cuts. As the devils finally reached heaven, the mirror shattered into many pieces. The pieces mingled in the atmosphere before raining down to the earth.

Robin who had his eyes closed did not see, the sky as it looked as though it was raining diamonds in the soft morning light. The prince had the unfortunate luck of having his eyes open. As his fingers dared to touch the locks of his companion, a small shard of the mirror wedged its self into his tear duct and wiggled into the princes heart. Robin opened his eyes then, when he felt the prince move to rub his eye. He tried to see if anything was in it but was batted away by the prince. He stopped long enough to give Robin an apologetic smile and let him help. When he was finish with his inspection, Robin kissed the princes eye gently fore kisses made everything better or so his mother lead him to believe.

Every thing seemed alright, so the two moved to find a village. Robin could not help but notice how quickly the climate was changing in this part of the region. They came upon a small town bustling with life. Luckily it was still with in the prince's province so his word of repayment was good to the villagers. They were able to procure some clothing, food and board. When they were alone Robin looked with dismay at the clothing the villagers provided. As night fell on the sleepy town a cold front moved in, bringing with it snow.

Robin had a wonderful day but was oblivious to the prince's nervous glances and paranoid movements. He sat cozy by the fire snuggled in his Princes arms. Through the grand double doors of the inn they were staying in, a luxuriously coated woman stepped through. She eyed the young couple turning her gaze from Robin and focused more on the prince. She gestured for the prince. He quickly turned his head way trying to focus more on the fire and the beauty with in his arms.

After some time Robin had fallen asleep and immediately woke up a little startled on the couch. He looked around bewildered and saw that his roommate had fallen asleep in an awkward position. It was nearly the same as the one he had in his dream. Robin tucked the man way in his blanket and hobbled away to his room to finish his homework before his classes.

though sleep was beyond him dozing was not, he felt himself slide in and out of a dream, he was his roomate's prince he knew that much but something was strange, he was cruel to everyone but robin to the point of tyranny but the other remained oblivious, he knew this was abnormal in the way of dreams where knowing is taken for granted. but he did not know why, no, more accurately the body he was in did not, jerial had no control but was loathe to let this continue, something needed to be done, he could feel snow crowding in at the edges of his mind and knew something would be here soon, something frightening, he panicked and woke. he involuntary twitch as he fell back into reality must have been enough to wake the boy in his arms for he felt the spasm of the other. he hadn't the courage to explain their strange position so he feigned sleep and the other groggy, as he was, did not seem to notice. he felt the afghan be pulled back over him before the other collected his own from the foot of the couch and wobble unsteadily to their room. he breathed a sigh of relief when the door closed. idly he wondered if anyone had noticed he was not in any of his classes today

When Robin left for class, Jerial was still, what appeared to be asleep. He sniffled and walked over to his roommate, gently putting the back of his hand under his chin. He felt warmer then he should have been. Robin drew back immediately trying to fight off a stray cough. He would get him some soup on the way home. He spent the next few grueling hours fighting off another wave of sleep while continuously keeping up with the power point. Robin returned home with a bag full of canned soup. He spied around the apartment wondering where his roommate had gotten to.

he spent the rest of the day avoiding class and harassing people for notes he had an entire inbox full of missed work and he had no mind for any of it, between his running nose and pounding headache there was only room for one thought at a time in his head and it kept coming back to his roommate, his cruel, naive, adorable, shy little roommate. he had fallen asleep properly almost as soon as the boy had closed the door. it was a weird dream and one he'd never repeat. he was the prince again only he was naked, running through a forest in a cloak with baba yaga chasing behind him, he fell into a garden of roses with no thorns and sifted through them looking for one as white as snow, when he found one it was in the hair of his roommate and when he went to touch it the other gave his finger a kiss...and he could not bring himself to think about it anymore. and so here he was loitering in the bathroom listening to youtube music and losing badly at mindsweeper. he felt like such a creep.

Robin peeked around to his roommates room but he wasn't in there. He noticed the bathroom door shut and wasn't aware that his roommate might have lacked the ability to hear him. Pressing one ear against the door, he listened, somewhat immediately mistaking the halfhearted sounds from the bathroom as throwing up. Robin scurried away from the door before his sneeze made his presence known. He returned later when he had not seen his roommate and slipped a note under the bathroom door that read: There is soup for you on the stove. Sorry for making you sick. He scurried away from the bathroom, wrapping himself in a blanket and taking root on the couch. His fingers chipped away at his paper until he grew tired. Eventually Robin found his way to the book that was resting on the coffee table.

Robin awoke with a dreadful start. He shivered uncontrollably. Some one had left the window open. As he sat up, flakes of snow fell from his body piling up on the bed. He pushed the blankets aside to reach for the window latch when a curious sight caught him. The elegant woman from last night was riding off in a sleigh. A gentle hand reached out and caressed the cheek of some one riding in the sleigh with her. He wrapped his fingers around her hand kissing her palm. It was the Prince. His Prince. “JERIAL!”. In his panic, Robin scurried out the window, hoping to reach the two. He did not want the prince to leave him.

Robin picked up his speed running as fast as he could, however it was not fast enough. The Queen helped his prince into her sleigh. With one word, mush, the sleigh propelled forward in a blinding blizzard of snow leaving Robin to fall face forward into black slush. Her joyous laughter taunted him as they disappeared. He slumped his way back to the inn but the man turned him away. The prince was no longer his guide and it proved that their kindness was only an illusion. Once young girl was kind enough to lend Robin some fresh clothes. He fought against the cold trying to search for help. He didn't realize how dangerously close his wondering had brought him to the towns edge. He stopped an elderly peddler woman shrouded in a black cloak gestured towards him. She was carrying a basket of blue roses.

The prolific message, left the young lads heart in a terror. And a quick blink jolted him back into the waking world. Swallowing Robin found himself flinging the fantasy tale to the coffee table. He wiped his brows clean of sweat as he moved his hands through the fluff of his hair. For a moment he watched the cascading shadows around his room unable to bring his eyes to the blinking red numbers. His stomach told him that it was dinner time no matter what the hour. Robin decided to check on his roommate first.

he was stirring soup enough for them both and toasting bread in the oven for jam and dipping when the other came in. with a blush he muttered a hullo to the boy though he was to embarrassed to let their eyes meet

His heart had calmed down enough to offer the man a small smile. His own eyes lowered to the pot stewing on the stove as he moved across the room gingerly placing a hand on his roommates forehead. “You should be asleep or laying down.” His hand then moved to the underside of Jerials chin where it was considerably warmer. It was his fault his roommate was in this condition and the reminder brought a faint flush to his face. Quickly he retracted his hand, feeling odd that he should touch the other in such a familiar way. He was not the prince of his dreams but his roommate. “umm, if you go lay down I will bring you the soup.” He said looking away and into the boiling brew.

the touches felt really nice and for a moment he was having a hard time trying not to think about his dream from before. he shook his head, "you bought it i'll serve it, go sit down it will be done as soon as i finish making the toast"

Robin found himself chuckling. "A Toast to bread, for with out bread there would be no toast." Shaking his fair locks he tried again. "Please go sit..." He gave the other a smile as he nimbly plucked the spoon from the side of the stove. He licked his lips before testing his roommates name on his tongue. "...Jerial" Quickly he peered into the creamy liquid and started to stir it.

"robin! i-i really li-" he clamped his mouth shut, the use of his own name from his roomate's mouth in a voice too much like in the dream almost made him say something regrettable, he gave a watery smile, "...i would like that... thanks.." saying no more he left the kitchen

He flinched until he realized his roommates words had died away. Once again he turned his attention towards the soup and began stirring it. There was something oddly habitual about being near the stove. Robin found himself humming as he scurried about, lucidly thinking of a stone hearth instead of his modern day electric stove. His idle musings was paused when he needed to reach for a bowl. His roommates continually placed the objects on the second shelf just out of his reach. Turning off the stove, Robin abandoned it in favor of climbing to get the items he needed.

he was cleaning the accumulated school junk off of the coffee table so that they would have some place to set the food when he heard a crash and the sound of a body hitting the floor. as quickly as he could manage he ran back in to find his roommate slayed on the ground with a broken bowl by his leg, "robin?!"

"Ouchie ouchie..." He repeated himself over and over, unaware that his roommate had come to look him over. He brushed along his arm where parts of ceramic bowl pierced his skin. "Its...Its alright." He said wide eyed at Jerial who was not only touching him, but cradling him in his arms trying to get a good look at the scratches. "I will be fine." He blushed being this close to the man. Now was not the time to get lost in his dreams, but with reality so close he could not help but lay his head on the others chest. "I am ffine." he repeated meekly into his roommate shirt.

he could feel the heat of the other's skin through his shirt and it worried him. the pleasantness of having the boy talk to him was not worth this, still cradling the other he did his best to pick him up and minding the pieces of porcelain took robin to his bed to rest. he would be ok with a silent roommate if it guaranteed his safety, there were no doctors around should anything happen

When Robin heard nothing and was simply lifted like a porcelain doll, he simply buried his head deeper surprised that he had forgotten himself and ashamed he had bothered his silent roommate. Many times he attempted to apologize but the words were stuck inside his mouth. It was not until he had gotten to his bed, and he was shrouded in cascading brown locks that he dared look at Jerial again. The faint flush was unexpectedly growling. As he was set on his bed tenderly Robin nervously swallowed. Closing his eyes he arched up meeting the others lips with his own and a pounding heart. “Thank you.” he whispered in the smallest of voices.

his brain felt fried and nothing was coming to mind though his stupid mouth did not his help, "robiniamgayandithinkilikeyou" snapping his mouth closed he blinked stupidly at the other and waited tensely for the other boy's rejection

Robin did all that he could do. He blinked sheepishly at the man, and reached up to pull his glasses off his face. He did not fully understand what the mans slurred jumbled words meant. He politely cleared his throat. “Jerial... I did not understand...um.. .could you speak slower?”

lightly he shook his head and pulled away, "....you need to be more careful..... i mean... get rest!" freed of the grasp he turned tail and left as quickly as he could manage. he did not stop until he was once more locked in the tiny bathroom, he did not care if the neighbors could hear him banging his head on the wall

Gingerly, Robin touched the scars along his arm and blinked again trying to decipher the words that were spoke the first time. He closed his eyes letting his own foolishness bring a heat to his face. Why did I kiss him, he is not Jerial... opening his eyes he turned towards the thick leather clad volume. He smoothed his fingers over the binding before picking the heavy book up. Flipping through he found himself on the page where he left off.

He blinked, shivering as he woke. Some how he had fallen asleep in a thorn patch and his arm lay riddled in scratches and tiny blood welts. He sat up letting his hands fall from his lap and along with it two pristine blue roses. He pushed himself out of the thicket tucking the twin roses among his loose flaxen locks. Robin stumbled through the moon illuminated shadows to find the wise old Baba