He did not set me to any laborious task as I had worried he might. Such as painting his entire house or digging out the mass of dead brambles that have long overgrown the crumbling façade of Chateau du Cachot's exterior. Instead, Domitian filled me with wine until the inside of me glowed warm and fuzzy. More wine than I've had in a very long while, in fact. And he told me to kiss Papillion, who was there when we arrived.
But she would not let me kiss her.. even though I begged after the third time asking her. Finally she ran off up the stairs hid herself away, leaving me to my devastation in her rejection. What had I done to make her no longer love me? What?
And then he took me upstairs to his room.. past his room even, where his piano stands inside a small conservatory. Domitian gave me even more wine while he played music for me, inviting me to sit on the lacquered bench right beside him.
"Papillion does not love you, Damos. She is incapable of loving you," he told me between little musical interludes. It made my eyes well up.
Sometimes.. I cannot stop staring at the man's mouth. It was at one point he caught me staring, that he stopped playing his music abruptly. Domitian curled his hand around the back of my neck and pulled me close to kiss me. And I liked it, never wanting him to stop.
I liked it.
