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Paths in sand.

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Sebastian opened his mouth, then closed it without saying anything. Opened it again, and closed it. He probably looked like a brain damaged fish, but he couldn’t think of a solid argument. Kurt was right, he would still  peak. He wasn’t good with people surprising him. “Fine, fine, go clean up,” he waved his best friend off, wide grin pulling at the corners of his lips. He watched as Kurt cleaned up, greedily letting himself admire that ass. He was sure everyone they traveled with had figured out long ago that Sebastian would ask Kurt to marry him, everyone except Kurt that is. There had been past attempts Sebastian made at formally courting Kurt that had simply gone over his head.

He grabbed his own scarf as his best friend finished washing up, loosely hooking it around his neck. “I love it when you make me things though, I didn’t intentionally dirty it and lose it.” He said as they walked, bumping his hip into Kurt’s. “If you get me a collar it can say: ‘if found return to Kurt.’ And then I’ll have one made for you saying ‘I’m Kurt’” He teased.

Kurt grins, giving Sebastian a sidelong glance as they walk. It was moments like this that the porcelain male felt a strong affection for the man. His sense of humor was completely adorable at times, and it only had the man wanting to do nothing more but to wrap his arms around the taller mans neck, maybe cover his face with kisses for what ever reason. But he always withheld himself.

“You’re positively ridiculous,” he shakes his head, not being able to stop himself from laughing from the image of Sebastian wearing a dog collar around his neck. “Are you saying I own you? Like some animal? Does this mean you need daily walks and something to chew on?”

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Paths in sand.

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Sebastian pressed his hand to his chest over his heart and his mouth dropped open in exaggerated shock. “How dare you!” He gasped, pretending to be offended by his best friends words. “I’ll have you know that my giant head fits just fine through doorways and tents.” He couldn’t help but crack a smile at their silliness, ruining his fake display.

For a moment he considered telling Kurt exactly what he wanted for his birthday. But he had a plan and an impromptu proposal would ruin that. Besides Sebastian still hadn’t done the gentlemanly thing and asked Kurt’s parents for their blessing. It would be shameful of him not to and his father would be furious at him for being an embarrassment. He knew better than to soil the Smythe name. Instead of saying what he wanted, he shook his head a smirked at his friend. “You know me better than anyone, I’m sure you’ll get me the perfect gift”

Sebastian turned to straddle the bench they shared so he could fully look at Kurt. “But you should let me come into town with you. I’ll even look the other way when you get my gift so it will be a surprise on the big day.” The big day… Sebastian felt like he was internally screaming. Little did Kurt know, it would be a big day for both of them. They would be together, Sebastian would have the man he had fell in love with over the years. And, it would mean he had a connection to the royal family, even if Kurt didn’t know he had royal blood.

Giving a playful eye roll Kurt couldn’t help but to sigh with total exasperation at his best friend’s ego. For what ever reason he found it endearing, amusing, and even charming in a way. Tilting his head to the side, he bites on his bottom lip and shakes his head. “I call that cheating. You will still peak. I don’t think that’s very fair to ruin a surprise for your birthday.” He reaches over, fixing Sebastian’s crooked vest then drops his hand back to the bench to better support himself. “But of course you can come with. Always more fun with another person. But chores come first.” And with a tiny shrug he collects what dirty dishes he can and carries them over to the already set up bath bucket and rinse station near his wagon.

He considered himself a pro when it came to this sort of thing, so it didn’t take him that long to clean everything and put it away. With a scarf wrapped snug around his neck, he joins back up with Sebastian so they can walk off towards the town. “I was actually going to make you something this year because I’ve gotten better at knitting. But then I figured you would dirty it up or lose it, like you did with the one I got for you two years ago.” Kurt is saying as they trudge up the semi-steep slope to the entrance of the town. “So maybe I should get you something that you can’t lose. Like a collar with a dog tag with your name on it so if you get lost, people will know where to return you.” 

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Paths in sand.

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Sebastian was born into a family of travelers. They never stayed in one place for too long. They were thieves and the common people thought their customs and traditions were weird and barbaric. Sebastian thought the common people were weird. They wore too many clothes with laces and frills and ate sweetmeats. But Sebastian remembered how, when he was five, one of the families he traveled with took in the royal family’s only son. The only reason Sebastian remembered the event was because his father had gripped his pudgy face in one big hand, hard enough to leave bruises on his jaw, and ordered him to make friends with the boy. “I swear to lord, Sebastian Matthieu, if you let me down I will leave you for the bears to find,” his father had threatened, and Sebastian knew he meant it.

He never got along with the other children his age. They were stupid and he enjoyed eviscerating them with his quick wit. Whenever they made camp just outside of a town, Sebastian would sneak off late at night to steal books from them just so he could learn more words and creative insults. But he didn’t dare treat Kurt like the other kids. He couldn’t let his father down like that. Instead he looked out for  the younger boy, taught him how their traveling family operated. He stood up for him whenever an older kid tried to push him around and taught his how to pick pocket without being caught.

And… If Sebastian was going to be perfectly honest with himself, over the years he grew rather attached – almost possessive – over Kurt. They had fun together as children, running from angry men who caught them stealing and carefully climbing onto sloping roofs. But as Sebastian surpassed adolescence, his face losing its pudginess and his voicing breaking, his feelings towards Kurt changed. What had once been easy friendship turned towards an undeniable attraction. Kurt wasn’t the little boy that had come to them wearing deep blue and the royal crest anymore, he had become one of them.

Sebastian’s eighteenth birthday would be soon, and Sebastian knew it was time to prove himself as a man. He had to make his father proud. He had never been much of a hunter, though he was quite skilled with a weapon. He knew his father saw that as a fault in his genetic makeup. That he was less of a man because he preferred to outsmart an enemy rather than rely on brute force and weaponry. But Sebastian knew he could redeem himself. He would wed, and prove his dominance over his spouse. And Sebastian already had his sights set.

It was late in the evening and the women and children had made dinner for everyone. They were sitting around the fire with their plates and tin cups of water or whisky. Most of the people had broken off into smaller groups to talk while they ate, and Sebastian snagged the empty seat next to Kurt. “Hey gorgeous,” he purred, bumping his shoulder against his friends. He sat so close to him that their thighs were pressed together. “You know my birthday is soon right, I better get the best present ever,” he teased. What he wanted was Kurt himself, but Sebastian wanted to toy with him until the time was right.

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Despite being a male, Kurt had the job of making dinner for his little family that night. For one reason was being he was just better at it, and the other reason was because of his unusual body anatomy meant he would lead him to marry a far more dominant person in the traveler band to reproduce children and take over the more domestic chores. Not that he completely minded. Since that would only happen when someone would actually want him that way, and so far he hadn’t picked up any indication that anyone wanted him that way. So really, having the chores for his mother and father was perfectly alright by him. 

Tonight he was making a homemade hazelnut soup from scratch, and even if he was working over a stove for hours to be sure it was perfect for his family and whoever was going to come over and snatch some for themselves since the whole traveler band were like one big family, it was usually take and give. It was just something Kurt was used to, and always made enough for more than three mouths.

After being sure his family was fed, Kurt was free to sit and actually starting eating. He had only gotten half-way before he found himself joined by his favorite person and best friend. He couldn’t help but a small smirk in Sebastian’s direction, offering a playful eye roll as he takes another sip of his soup. “Har-har, you know just for that I may not get you anything,” Kurt replies with a gentle poke to Sebastian’s shoulder. “May deflate that head of yours so you’ll get through tent and wagon doorways.” Flashing a grin, he finishes his food before turning on the bench to better face Sebastian. “Maybe if you tell me what you actually want I’ll know what to look for tonight since I’m going into town.” 

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Paths in sand.

Kurt Hummel was the son of the king of the land, meaning he was a very important child. He was never to be left unattended for a moment when he was out and around the castle grounds. And being a child, being cooped up in the house--or this case castle-could get rather dull. With his mother being ill as of late and unable to look after him while his father was busy with his royal duties, little Kurt was left in the hands of a nanny. A nanny whom he liked since she was nice to him and rarely raised her voice if he put a toe out of line. She had a way of explaining things to him to tell the difference between right and wrong for the most part, and that was all that mattered. One of the things she tried to ingrain into his little mind was to never stray outside the castle walls without supervision since there could be bad people who would want to hurt him. That thought alone to a four-year old was a terrifying idea that he could be hurt in some way just because he was the son of his daddy and mommy.

Unfortunately being four also meant that he didn’t always remember things all the time, especially when animals were involved. As he and his nanny took a stroll to their usual spot under a tree for Kurt to play with what ducks and bunnies lingered there, quite used to animal contact by this point, the nanny got momentarily distracted by a suitor standing nearby. Since Kurt was so intent on showing the white rabbit of the bunch his new scarf and toy White Rabbit from Alice in Wonderland she assumed he wouldn’t wander off since she was only a few steps away. Little did she know it would be her mistake to turn her back on a curious little boy and a wild rabbit.

Having enough of Kurt’s attention, the rabbit hops off in the direction away from the castle. Not wanting to lose his favorite playmate, Kurt gathers his toy in his arms and wanders after the animal. Not being too focused on where he was going since they seemed to weave through hedges and gardens until the rabbit slipped under a gate. Curious, Kurt reaches for the handle and opens it to continue following. The cautious words of his nanny now on the back of his mind since his only goal was to catch the bunny and bring him back to the pond so they could continue with their tea party that he had every intention of having. But he lost the rabbit, not seeing it anywhere which only caused him to pout as he ventures closer to the edge of the wood to peek into the bushes for his little furry friend.

Travelers that never stayed in the same place for too long to settle down--for multiple reasons usually which included being shooed away for being too strange or because their prospects weren’t being plentiful. A band of travelers were in the woods, packing up and readying to leave somewhere with far more pockets to pick and items to sell. The first batch of wagons were just rolling past the castle wall when one of the travelers who was riding on the back of a mule caught sight of a child poking around in the bushes, on hands and knees with his head in the green shrubbery. And judging by his clothing it was obvious he was the king’s only son. Not wanting to let an opportunity slip by, he sends his wife off their wagon to approach Kurt with a shawl.

“Hello, little one,” she greets with a friendly smile, stooping down closer as Kurt pulls himself out of the bush, brushing leaves from his hair. His big blue eyes locked up with the strangers and since she was smiling he couldn’t help but to smile back. “Are you lost?”

“No,” he answers simply then points to the bush. “Lost bunny.”

“Oh I see. Well, I have a wagon full of bunnies, if you want to come play with them?”

Excited by that thought, Kurt’s entire face lights up as he nods and allows the lady to wrap him up in the shawl, picking him up and carrying him to the wagon to set him in the back so her husband could get the wagon moving with the band again. Of course there was no bunnies, but by the time Kurt figured this out it was far too late. And they were miles from the land that King Hummel ruled leaving little Kurt to merely cry into the woman’s skirt before falling asleep due to exhaustion.

It didn’t take long for Kurt to accept this new brand of people he never met before as his family. He forgot he was the son of a king and went on with his life as if he was the child of the only two people he knew to be his parents who went by Stanley and Georgina. He was now Kurt Laurel and as far as he knew this had been his life from birth with no one telling him the truth, letting him grow from four to seventeen without him ever questioning it. Perhaps they had had far better ways to ingrain things into his young mind which lead him to take up chores, dressing like one of the group which was no where near glamorous, and befriending children his own age. One being Sebastian Smythe, who took him under his wing almost immediately and right off the bat Kurt accepted him as his apart of his life as he had his family.