COURT

Adieu, adieu, take your bow.

The man in the suit frowns, his pale skin twisting at the corner of his mouth. "Oh, you've been quite busy."

"Yes," he shuffles in his spot, staring at the ground. "I did what you said."

He wanted to make this man proud, his saviour, his father, in some light. Jessie wrings his fingers and looks up very slowly, keeping his gaze deliberately away from the man. His eyes were sinful, dirty, so dirty he couldn't risk making his saviour impure.

Adieu, adieu, one final song.