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Prince Tommy is an enigma—underestimated, unknowable, self-assured, and powerful.
Until, one day, he isn't.
A story about familial love, friendship, manipulation, magic, breaking rules, kicking ass, an ancient legend, an unholy sacrament, and a secret that will someday make the Beginning indissociable from the End.
(OR: The one where Prince Tommy elaborately pretends not to be the intelligent little BAMF he really is, and ends up getting bit in the tail for it.)
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Hi, the desk read, written in a shaky handwriting that can only come from writing straight onto the flat surface, I like your drawings.
Tommy blinked, reading the sentence once, twice, before a large smile spread across his face that he quickly hid behind his hand before his teacher could see.
Next to the writing was a doodle of a small flower in a field. It wasn’t anything special, and there was no amazing skill behind it, but it looked nice. It looked right, slotted nicely into place with Tommy’s own scribbles.
Eagerly, Tommy fished his pencil out of his bag and added Hi. Thank you. I like your flower.
Or: Tommy spends his math classes doodling on his desk. He accidentally gains a pen pal.
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When Tommy was hungry, he would crouch in the underbrush and wait for a rabbit to come by, shooting it with an arrow before spitting it over a small campfire.
When he was tired, he would rest against a tree or maybe climb into one for the night.
When he was lonely or scared or sad, he had no solution. Walking through the forest alone was better than being tortured by Dream, better than a pool of lava or a tall tower of dirt blocks, he reasoned. And he was only a temporary forest-man. Still, the quiet grated on his ears.
An AU in which Tommy runs away from not only Dream but the entire SMP, finding a new life and peace (and maybe an orphan who needs a home). When he's forced out of hiding seven years later, he's a changed man -
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Tommy kind of despises his brother Dream. Kind of.
It's complicated.
His life kind of goes to shit when his brother kind of moved overseas to train his kind of amazing powers.
Again, it's complicated.
And when he finally snaps one night, letting lose and screaming at the world for the hand he's been dealt, it kind of gets a whole lot more complicated, and kind of a whole lot more serious than he was bargaining for.
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All the stories warn against going into the woods, warn about creatures hiding there. They say there are lilting voices singing from the shadows, promising glittering daydreams with sharp teeth. They say the creatures there will take you far away to never be seen again.
There was a boy, the village whisperers, safely in the circle of light, glancing over their shoulders at the trees beyond it. There was a boy who strayed too far.
They say you can still hear his laughter as it’s carried on a breeze, bright and wild, like youth frozen in amber, like ghosts falling delicate from the branches.
(Strange things happen to boys who linger too long beyond the veil. Magic infects like a disease, like rot, eating away everything human that lingers, until his eyes are an unbroken summer sky blue and there are flowers in his hair and he sings with a voice that haunts the shadows.)
(Here is our story: A boy goes home.)