The Captain
A flash fiction piece. Detailing the last moments between a Half-Orc and his lover.
He stands over, leaning by the pillar. His body, bathing within the moonlight. Flesh exposed, though not in a devious gesture. He looks over. His lover still resting under satin sheets. He walks over, his green skin highlighted by candle light. He sits on the edge, basking in the afterglow. Gazing upon his lover's body, he caresses his serpent skin. Cradling a pendant upon his chest, tears form from his eyes. He kisses the Nagaji before tucking the necklace between his palms. As the horns blare a solemn tune, gloom and fear linger over. The candles are blown out. His armor adorned. He grabs his shield and sword as he turns to see the last moment of his gentle beauty.