you shouldn't have to pay for your love
with your bones and your flesh
with your bones and your flesh
He watches the stallion with seaglass eyes that shift from green to blue and back again in the right light, watches the way he postures and shows off a still-healing scar as though it will protect him from the games that the Gods played, and his heart aches at the thought of such a life being snuffed out like a candle in the wind.
He also knows that there is nothing that will keep El Toro out of the desert hunt, can see it shining in his eyes. “A hunt issued by a God is a trick,” and he thinks of the hunt that had ended with a dragon, of the neat lines of scarring behind one rounded ear from the spikes on the dragon’s tail, the hunt that they’d been promised wouldn’t be dangerous.
How many times had he almost died from the promises of a deity?
“Will you be careful?”
@El Toro
you were only a boy,
when you were thrown into a war.
when you were thrown into a war.
