It’s ‘Me Me Me Monday’, where you promote yourself and your writing! I’ve been working hard at ‘On the Other Side of the Mask’ lately, trying to expand it. As a result, I’ve been neglecting ‘Aissa and Polyxena’, a m/m mythical tale of crossdressing I’ve also wanted to expand.
This morning, I did it. I got back to ‘Aissa and Polyxena’ and wrote two scenes for the extended version.
I’ve decided to share a little of this story today. Here’s a teaser from this tale…
Muses may sing of heroic deeds and ancient quarrels, but their lips can be silent, when it comes to hidden truths. Truths which shame lovers, who come together, even though honour, duty, and destiny has commanded them to be enemies. Commanded them to destroy each other, rather than to willingly seek out each other’s arms.
My truth has remained unspoken for too long, but I can no longer remain silent. Not after all the tales of how Achille violated me, decapitated me, visited all kinds of horrors upon me. In truth, he was at the mercy of a passion, which began with Ganymede’s cup.
How did I come to drink from that cup? In a dream. I haven’t the gift of prophecy. Not as my siblings, Cassandra and Helenus did. The boy appeared in my dream, though. Not theirs.
Beautiful he was, with hair too lustrous, eyes too luminous, and limbs too finely made to be mortal. An all too mortal sorrow cast shadows under his gleaming eyes, as he offered me a cup.
“Troile, child of Troy,” the boy said. His rosebud of a mouth trembled, as if my name tasted painful. My own mouth trembled in response. “Would you share my fate, as well as my heritage?”