"Music hath charms to soothe a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak." ~ William Congreve ~
Between medleys there had been a sudden shout that heavily pierced the pristine silence. Loud enough to have cautioned me; wakened me from my own spell. Papillion came bursting from the darkness in a blur of rent and soft fabric, only to fall flat with a dull thump against the upper landing. And where my medley had ended, Domitian's was about to commence.
"Damos.. come up here. I need some help." Papillion's shoulder was bleeding. "She fell," he said. And though the wound upon her shoulder more resembled the jagged roundness of a bite than anything incurred by a fall, I wanted to believe Domitian. I watched. And this time with only a flutter of queasiness I sometimes feel when I see blood, I watched as Domitian blotted away the sanguinous trickle and fussed over her soiled nightgown. He motioned to me with his fingers that I ought to turn around. And when I did, he undressed Papillion and wrapped his own towel around her nakedness.
Domitian left us for a few brief moments to go and rinse the towel with which he had used to mop up the blood, and Papillion and I whispered to one another in the brief interim. "Damos! Look at me. Why are you here?" I turned round again to face her.
"I longed to see you and Domitian again, Papillion. You promised.. we would be together forever." All the while she had been dancing her fingers along my sleeve, plucking here and there as she loosened one of my buttons and coiled a lock of my hair around her finger. Tugged closer, Papillion bit my mouth when I settled down right beside her.. though none too hard.
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"Damos.. come up here. I need some help." Papillion's shoulder was bleeding. "She fell," he said. And though the wound upon her shoulder more resembled the jagged roundness of a bite than anything incurred by a fall, I wanted to believe Domitian. I watched. And this time with only a flutter of queasiness I sometimes feel when I see blood, I watched as Domitian blotted away the sanguinous trickle and fussed over her soiled nightgown. He motioned to me with his fingers that I ought to turn around. And when I did, he undressed Papillion and wrapped his own towel around her nakedness.
Domitian left us for a few brief moments to go and rinse the towel with which he had used to mop up the blood, and Papillion and I whispered to one another in the brief interim. "Damos! Look at me. Why are you here?" I turned round again to face her.
"I longed to see you and Domitian again, Papillion. You promised.. we would be together forever." All the while she had been dancing her fingers along my sleeve, plucking here and there as she loosened one of my buttons and coiled a lock of my hair around her finger. Tugged closer, Papillion bit my mouth when I settled down right beside her.. though none too hard.
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