Con Amore: Sloth

by Sasjah Miller


He is amazingly, stupefyingly careless about his body.

He eats and drinks to his heart's content, giving no thought to what this may do to his already sizeable girth, and he takes to bed any girl that takes his fancy, mindless of the consequences for both him and me.

In battle he has regard for neither death nor pain; he puts his trust in me to make him whole again.

But I fear that someday his wounds will be beyond my healing skills.

I fear that someday his carelessness will be his downfall.

And mine.


The End