(ŹĘŖ Ė Ā³Ė)
To Leo,
Ah, the proclaimed king of the Zodiacs. The cub who wishes to be a lion. Do not be fooled. Zeus admires your fierce loyalty. Your unwavering desire to protect those precious to you. And the vulnerability hiding beneath the layers of self-confidence and arrogance.
For Zeus knows those masks. As he wears masks upon masks upon masks a day.
ButĀ HeĀ isĀ King.Ā And theĀ KingĀ must make his status none to his subjects, so they have the insignia burned upon their skin that stains their soul and marks them as āmineā.Ā
Teeth sink into his chest. For the lion belongs to Zeus.Ā And the lion must remember where it stands. That Zeus has brought Leo into his domain, for the lion to remember that he has a master.
And then, to the waist.Ā Binding.Ā You may try to leave. You may try to run. You may try to deny theĀ unearthly bondĀ between you and Zeus, but you can never escape. For the constellations are tied with lines that bond you to the sky and make a permanent exodus unimaginable.Ā
And then, to theĀ thigh.Ā Where he bites the skin. And he sinks his teeth hard, blood touching his lips. That tastes like pride and stardusts and an overwhelming sadness that stains the veins. And the mark thatās left will mark the soul and leave a message that will not be misunderstood.
But wait, thereās more. For without the lion, Zeus admits, there would be no peace among his Zodiacs. And he is quite fun to pet. So he kisses LeoāsĀ noseāhe treasures you, never forget. And theĀ back of your handĀ as he respects your intentions. And yourĀ fingertipĀ so you never forget that you are doing the right thing.
That despite the conflict you have a friend in Zeusānever forget.Ā











