Hey. I'm having a bit of a panic attack right now, if you could provide something short about Prince comforting Anx, I would be everlastingly grateful.
*Oh anon I’m so sorry, I really hope it passes quickly*
Prince often thought of Anxiety. He thought of him on purpose, and he thought of him on accident.
He would think about what the other was doing, or where he was. He often would get distracted because he caught sight of something that made him think of his lover.
Even before they were together, Prince realized one day, he thought of Anxiety very often.
Anxiety was counted among the many blessings in Prince’s life.
Even now, when Prince was holding the quivering other in his arms, did Prince feel this way.
He cared for Anxiety, no matter what.
“Today I saw a crow,” Prince whispered, “Did you know they’re actually really intelligent? He reminded me of you,” Prince kept talking about the crow in the park, attempting to distract Anxiety from his mental pain.
“This crow was flying all over the park, back and forth, back and forth, for well over two hours. I couldn’t figure out what it was he was doing.” Anxiety remained with his face buried, but his shivering had subsided, “Finally, I got up to follow him. When he came back across the park, I ran with him to the other side.” Prince chuckled, “He was very intelligent.”
“The crow was cleaning up litter that had been washed up by the river. Piece by tiny piece, the crow was picking it up with his beak, flying across the park to dump it in the trash, and coming back to do it again.”
“When it saw me, it stopped with a lit cigarette butt in it’s mouth,” He laughed, “I’ll have to show you the picture sometime. When I slowly bent down and began picking up some trash, it watched for a little while longer before accepting my help. Together, we cleaned the riverside. All afternoon, we worked and worked and worked. Until finally, it was done.”
“The rocks were clean of bags and cigarettes, and food, and all things that don’t belong. It was so beautiful.”
“Then, the crow flew off into the tree, where I noticed a nest sat alone in forked branches, two young crows peaking out.”
“Why does it remind you of me?” Anxiety whispered.
“Because,” Prince shifted so Anxiety sat properly in his lap, “Most people only see crows as they are and what they’re told of them- “Like the man who sat in Prince’s lap “-I got to see a whole nother side.” Exactly like Anxiety.
“…Thank you, Prince.”