two men at the water. you've all heard the puzzle, right? you have three wolves and three sheep and you need to cross a river. (any river. let's call it— oh, i don't know. the baptismal jordan.)
okay, so it's a little different. one sheep who doesn't follow the crowd and one wolf in the skin of his dead brother. it still works, doesn't it? (especially if they're in love. let's say they're in love, just for the sake of it. let's let them be in love.)
if the sheep leaves the wolf behind it's only because he was chasing the sun. let's not blame him for chasing the sun. let's make a terrible joke about another son, and a father, and a fire/sacrifice. (let's put the sheep on the altar and see how we can bleed him for the machinations of another.)
let's give the wolf some big sad eyes and a failed career and a bad relationship with his family. let's give him a longing for teeth and blood but let's make him only long for his own. (let's string him up and get him to dance for us. let's point and look and laugh at the stupid little apex predator cowering at the world.)
where were we? oh, right. baptism. well, that's an easy one, isn't it? call up the sun, and burn it— burn it? are you sure? yes. he's sure. so we're sure, aren't we? (but isn't that a rebirth? can you baptise a phoenix?)
(no. but isn't it world class entertainment to watch the flames turn to ash right beside the water?)
quick little thing i wrote about... well let's not say what it's about. let's save my pride.