The men stood, nodded toward Jordy, and left.
On their way home, Zel mumbled, “I’ll walk with your mom later.”
“Watch her closely. She almost caught that girl. Lord knows what she would have done.”
“You need to tell Jordy who you are, Rap. If he knew your mom was stricken with a condition that attacks many, perhaps he’d end spooking folks with his story.”
“How many people do you think leave here believing that tale, Zel? Do they relay it to others?”
“Probably all of them. And I’m sure each embellishes it in their own way. Not much happens around here to get people excited.” They reached the road leading to the point. “I’m sorry she locked you in, babe.”
“I’m glad you came to my rescue when I didn’t return.” Rap stopped, he pulled Zel into his arms and kissed him long and hard. Wind picked up. Frothy waves smashed against rocks flanking the lighthouse. “My cousin will be back next month. It will give us time together.
“Will you think about growing your hair back out for me?”
Rap exhaled. “Mom’s forgotten who I am again. I thought she detested me being gay and loving a man yet, strangely, she remembers us and strings our names together whenever she escapes and babbles to townspeople.” He planted another light kiss on Zel’s cheek. “Know what? Jordy can weave his story.” He gazed lovingly at Zel. “If I grow my hair out again, will you use it to climb the ramparts?” Eyes grew as stormy as the sea, “Will you scale battlements to save me?”
Slits appeared in glowing eyes as waves washed around their feet. Zel whispered, “I am the dragon who will slay for you. Again and again.” He hugged Rap. “We’re the stuff folktales are made of —
Rap and Zel.”
or is it?
Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out. - J. Hali Steele