Genres: sci-fi, romance, tragedy
I will be posting this story on RoyalRoadl.com
There is a timeless man sitting on a cliff on a Greek island. The man himself does not look Greek, or even an islander for that matter. To anyone else, he looks exactly like a man, a man playing with a pale yellow swallowtail butterfly on a Greek island. He cages and uncages the butterfly with his fingers in a game where only he knows the rules, and the butterfly is his pawn. A warm gust of wind whips short strands of ash blond hair away from eyes. A second man approaches the sadistic game and sits beside the first; his dark, narrow eyes match the quiet cautiousness of his body, a slight frame he keeps neatly to himself. They pass the time in silence, their only background being the crashing of the waves against craggy rocks and the wind buffing their ears.
“That’s a Papilio Machaon,” the man informs the other who is playing with