act v
by Silvia
You say, one day, "Did you know I've always loved your hands?" and the boy looks at you like you're crazy, and you want to explain about how you're a hero and this is first of your last stanzas of song, where you lay waste to a kingdom for a beautiful woman - except you don't like women too much, so it will have to be a man.
It's too much, would take too long, and your feet are stepping back, and you need him to come with you, so you kiss him. He tastes like the hisses that can slither over your tongue, and probably slither under his skin - because some part of him knows that part of you. You speak into his mouth, and he can't hear you but he can.
They warned you, but as the story goes you never listen. He could ruin you, you know, you always knew, and you want to let him. You let a hand settle on the back of his elbow, brush the robes that drape over it and down, and don't check for a mark because there's no point in knowing, because a hero's lines are written for him, before he draws his first breath.
You'll do this anyway.
You say, "I'll make you famous," and you wonder what he'll make you, and he lays fingers on the back of your neck.
happy birthday, baby.