Who: The Ruler What: Reveal Where: Just outside Warnings: Nope
The Boyking’s golden curls disappeared, leaving messy black strands of hair to fall into dark blue eyes. He was still young, but the similarities ended there. Jeans, a button down white shirt and a vest overtop, replaced the resplendent red and gold of tunic and hose, and the sword at his side was replaced by a flute, silver and pearl, that was tucked into his pocket. He looked lost, but this was nothing new. He often looked lost, and the expression suited his features rather nicely.
He wandered about the outside of the hotel, looking for the girl with the tattered dress and the inknest hair, but he couldn’t find her. He didn’t much like the hotel, despite the insistent voice in his head that said yes, he did, and he wandered every hall and peered into every shadowed corner as he searched. He knew she would look different, as he did, but he expected to recognize her somehow. It was naive, perhaps, and overly hopeful, but he was prone to mood swings. One moment, the world could be ruined despair, and the next - like now - it could be full of endless promise.
He had started off the night deep in the doldrums, still feeling the sting of embarrassment from the rejection of the woman in the Datsun, but that was all gone now. Now there was only a girl, one that had liked him, that he had liked in return. It was, you see, a thing that turned the tides, this girl.
He pulled the small leather journal out of his pocket, and he read the words there, and they did not surprise him. He took it to mean that a king was who he truly was, and this helped his mood immensely. In his head, the sage voice remained quiet. It would hardly do to point out that desired truth was one of the options for the evening’s transformation, not when the boy was happy.
And the girl, this meant she was truly a free thing, wild and twirling and interested in him. He recalled his promise to find her, screamed as she ran away, and he strode toward the door with a new purpose: Her.
The sun was warm on his face when he left the dusty hotel once more, and he thought perhaps the birds chirped more cheerfully than they regularly did come mornings. He laughed then, a rich laugh, a young man’s laugh. Perhaps, one day, a ruler’s laugh - but not today. Today he was merely a boy, one determined to find a girl that had danced with him and let him kiss her.
Yes, the world was looking rather bright for young Noah. In the back of his mind, Mycroft groaned. Honestly. The things he put up with.