heroes and villains
Hero vs villain
The man rammed at the bars, shoulder pressing into them as he struggled to prize them apart. He rolled his eyes slipping to the floor, checking his watch.
Seven minutes, it would be another twenty-one until he came.
He slid onto his back, watching the ceiling of the giant bird cage, staring at himself in the metallic reflective surface, wondering where the guy bought a giant bird cage from.
He sighed, humming to himself. It was a game they played; he would always come after twenty-eight minutes. A dance, a flirtatious means to the end.
The cage was new, and he ran his nails delicately over the rungs, listening to the soft melody that echoed through the chamber. It had been a while, a long time since they had met, and their lives had turned upside down. Their lives had been intertwined long before that, long before they had even met.
He tried fixing his hair, watching in the mirrored ceiling as it would flip directly back into the position it was already in.
He was bored. Very, very bored.
That was when he heard the distinctive click of the expensive leather shoes he wore every time he caught him. Then the whistle, the three-note whistle, a minor triad, shivers shaking through his spine as every note resonated and echoed through the chamber.
“hello.” When he spoke, his voice caused prickles to build on every single piece of exposed flesh.
The man in the cage got up, the coolness playing his smile, “hello.”
That was the way they would always greet each other. A way that was like the first couple of notes of a waltz, the beginning of the anacrusis, striking and memorable.
His shoes continued to click and the man in the cage could suddenly pin point where he was, see him emerge from the shadows. The shadows falling first from his cheeks and forehead, his eyes and cheekbones still hollow and dark.
“it’s been a while.” He said. His latex suit struck a reflective glare onto the floor as he was finally out of the shadows, the mask covering his eyes.
The man in the cage went to the bars, meeting him at the edge, only a few metres between them as he clung to the metal, hands shaking. “well, I’ve been busy.”
He took a step forward, “me too my little hero.”
Hardly any space between them, part of the dance. “I have missed this,” the man in the cage began, circling the cage as he trailed his fingers on the bars, the metallic ring floating through the air. “it really has been a highlight of mine recently.”
“don’t you have someone at home waiting for you?” the man outside the cage asked.
“yes.” He smiled, eyebrow raised, “but he doesn’t fulfil me anymore.”
“he?” the man outside the cage took another step closer, his head cocking.
The hero smiled, stopping his circle of the metal, “yes. He.” There was a playful tone in his voice, a smile as soft as sea glass.
The villain checked his watch, a clicking noise echoing through the air as his tongue snapped against the roof of his mouth. “Ah, seems our time is almost up.” He said.
Another step forward.
His hands gently caressed the bars before he gripped onto them tightly, looking up with the bright smile on his face. The villain leaned forward, his breath light on the peach fuzz that graced the hero’s cheek. The cage was beginning to turn a peach as the sun set peacefully, “will I be seeing you soon?” he asked.
“much sooner that you may think.” The hero replied, a grin on his face.
He reached through the bars, pulling the villains face to his, and kissed him, the bright grin softening into kisses that tasted of sea foam and bubbles that float into the sky.
The villain pulled away, eyes soft and light, “until next time, my little hero” He said, a giddy look on his face.
His leather shoes clicked as he slinked back into the darkness, leaving the hero alone, wondering how he would be able to get out of the bird cage.
-
He almost ran down the aisle, the suit uncomfortable as he reached the front, the white flowers surrounded him as he stopped next to the man in the powder blue suit that matched his bow tie.
“when I asked if I would see you soon, I thought you would remember us GETTING MARRIED!” the man hissed, leaning his head nearer to him as they turned, holding hands.
“sorry Whizz, but that bird cage was fucking hard to get out of!”
Whizzer gasped quietly but full of dramatic air, “Marvin, how dare you swear on our wedding day!” he whispered a smile on his face.
They stood staring into each other’s eyes as the rabbi spoke.
“Marv, do you ever think this might not… work out?” Whizzer asked, a nervousness about him as he jittered.
But Marvin just squeezed his hands, a small smile on his face, “I love you Whizz, no matter if you’re a ‘villain’.” He said, rolling his eyes to punctuate the stupidity.
“baby, I’m serious.”
“Baby, I’m serious. I love you and you’re not a villain, you’re an anti-hero. It’s sexy”
“you’re fucking sexy-”
“hey! What did you say about no swearing?” Marvin asked. Whizzer giggled, leaning in to kiss Marvin as they were united as one, the laugh melodic and sweet, a laugh that Marvin would remember until the day he would die.