[b]Sayanastia[/b]

You’ve caught the Golden Faun. You’ve seized him. You’ve reached deep, deep into his leaping heart, plunged your claws into his squirming heart, and drawn out the second curse. Your curse. Yours, and no one else’s. 

The rest of the verse. As you are owed.

[i]Binding hands and heart in scarlet duty!
He bears his branded names
For grace unsought![/i]

Your Maid receives your hands with soft reverence. Be as gentle as you like. Be as rough as you like. He cannot stop you. He will not protest. He will duly accept whatever treatment you deem fit. His fingers will welcome yours with no less care. In the grasp of the Dark Dragon, he trembles. In the embrace of her shadow, he struggles to breathe. In your presence, he is silent, as is his place.

Your Princess follows your lead. He does not know the steps you would dance. How could he? You are the Dark Dragon. He is not. Tug at his hands, pull at his waist, and he falls into line. An extra, hurried step. A sharp gasp. See how he dances for you. See how he wriggles at the lead. And still. He is silent. He bears his humiliation with dignity. He dances the steps with all the grace he can muster. He glows, only as bright as you permit him to.

Your Trophy is an eager, delicate thing. You could break him, you know. It would not be difficult. It would hardly count as effort. It would be your right. You could hold him, you know. It would be far more difficult. It would hardly count as effort. It would be your right. The choice is yours. Not his. Still he dances. Still he gazes at you, and you alone. A buzzing mind, so full of thoughts, so full of you, though he will never understand. And still. No question interrupts your music. No plea breaks your moment of triumph.

Is that what you want? Do you want him to dance well? Do you want him to learn from you? Do you want him to struggle? Do you want him to beg? Do you want him to fight? Do you want him to serve? Do you want him to worship? Do you want him to sing? Do you want him to be silenced? Do you want him to be? Do you want him to be not?

Does he understand you? Of course not. You are the Dark Dragon. He is not. But he hopes. He hopes that if he can just be the right thing for you? If he could just be what you need, in this moment? Yes, he hopes that it would draw you from your madness. That is secondary. Above all, he hopes that it would be good for you. That it would help…everything. Anything. Even if it’s just for a little bit. He doesn’t understand. He still wishes to play the part.

Trust not to masks, you say? Very well then. He will simply have to become the genuine article.

What does he need to be, Sayanastia? What does he need to be, for you?

What prize does your curse, your desire, mold him into?

Who are you, and what is your victory?

If you must be, at least do not be alone.