Dec 2016
We stand in a fading blood-red sunset
I can barely see the curve of his lips
The weeping willow above casts us in darkness
He waits
I wring my hands together
I'm sorry to ask you here I finally say
But I need your help
"I know" he smirks
Of course he does
He's always been insufferably conceited
But he's my only hope
You know this land is being run to pieces by the dragons I begin
And that I've been fighting them for years now
I managed to push them to the smallest, darkest corner I could find
I set my story, defensive- and for good reason
He snickers
"But you can't keep them there"
I look to the ground as I say out loud what I've been afraid to admit
Right
"So that's why you need my help?"
"To keep the dragons at bay?"
He asks, appalled
"Like a babysitter" he mutters to himself
Like a guard I correct him
"And what if I said no?"
He's testing me, and I have no good response
I'm desperate
Please don't
Inexplicably, so unlike the boy I thought I knew, he softens
He closes the distance between us in one step
Cups my cheek gently with his fingers
I tense at his touch
But he is pulling my eyes to his
And for some reason, I let him
"And what if I said yes?"
He asks
He tucks the loose curl of my hair behind my ear and I shiver
What wouldn't I sacrifice to be free of the dragons?
I'd be in your debt
I stutter the words
My insides feel like they're melting out of me
To be read by those cold, dark eyes
I hesitate
You'd be a part of me, permanently
He smirks again
And the shiver travels down my spine
An apprehensive excitement for this trade
The chain to him to which I've just sentenced myself
"So be it then"
His whisper rustles through the leaves of the tree and carry across the sunset
"I have some dragons to guard"
He whistles and starts to walk away, leaving me to the rapidly increasing darkness
"I'll expect a visit every now and again"
He calls over his shoulder
I thought I was free, but through him my dealings with the dragons were instead
guaranteed
He's always been a few steps ahead of me
But I guess that makes sense
Coming from the boy who lives inside my head
I can barely see the curve of his lips
The weeping willow above casts us in darkness
He waits
I wring my hands together
I'm sorry to ask you here I finally say
But I need your help
"I know" he smirks
Of course he does
He's always been insufferably conceited
But he's my only hope
You know this land is being run to pieces by the dragons I begin
And that I've been fighting them for years now
I managed to push them to the smallest, darkest corner I could find
I set my story, defensive- and for good reason
He snickers
"But you can't keep them there"
I look to the ground as I say out loud what I've been afraid to admit
Right
"So that's why you need my help?"
"To keep the dragons at bay?"
He asks, appalled
"Like a babysitter" he mutters to himself
Like a guard I correct him
"And what if I said no?"
He's testing me, and I have no good response
I'm desperate
Please don't
Inexplicably, so unlike the boy I thought I knew, he softens
He closes the distance between us in one step
Cups my cheek gently with his fingers
I tense at his touch
But he is pulling my eyes to his
And for some reason, I let him
"And what if I said yes?"
He asks
He tucks the loose curl of my hair behind my ear and I shiver
What wouldn't I sacrifice to be free of the dragons?
I'd be in your debt
I stutter the words
My insides feel like they're melting out of me
To be read by those cold, dark eyes
I hesitate
You'd be a part of me, permanently
He smirks again
And the shiver travels down my spine
An apprehensive excitement for this trade
The chain to him to which I've just sentenced myself
"So be it then"
His whisper rustles through the leaves of the tree and carry across the sunset
"I have some dragons to guard"
He whistles and starts to walk away, leaving me to the rapidly increasing darkness
"I'll expect a visit every now and again"
He calls over his shoulder
I thought I was free, but through him my dealings with the dragons were instead
guaranteed
He's always been a few steps ahead of me
But I guess that makes sense
Coming from the boy who lives inside my head
