It’s QueerBlogWed! A day to post and share anything GLBT! I’ve been sick, so I’ve missed Rainbow Snippets and Me Me Me Monday this week, alas. I’ve already posted a little more of ‘Waiting for Rebirth’ at my Facebook Author Page. Here it is, once more, in case you missed it. Plus, a little extra. 🙂
‘Waiting for Rebirth’ is the prelude to ‘Tales of the Navel/The Shadow Forest’. It takes place before ‘The Hand and the Eye of the Tower’ and ‘Stealing Myself From Shadows’.
“I’m dressed wrong, for where I am,” I said, slowly. I could feel my face heating up. It was bad to wear the wrong clothes in the wrong place. It could be very bad, if you wore too little. “Aren’t I?”
“Don’t worry,” Damian said, with a reassuring little smile. “The shadows are still close, so if you wish to be wearing something else, you can. Just picture what you wish to wear.”
It was a little alarming to know the shadows were still close, but I knew what to do. I closed my eyes. I visualized Damian’s blue slacks, hugging his calves, with his white shirt, open at the collar.
Something rough was rubbing against my legs. These pants weren’t exactly comfortable. I could feel myself scowling a little. The shirt wasn’t comfortable either. It felt rough.
I looked down at my short sleeved shirt and the blue pants I now wore. They didn’t look as good on me, as they did on Damian.
“Don’t worry,” he said with a little wink. “For me, it’s a gesture of independence to wear jeans and a polo shirt, after all the ruffles and tight collars my aunt used to dress me up in. For one as small and slender as you, something softer may be better.”
I watched, as he closed his eyes. I was small and slender? I wasn’t sure if that was good or bad. I watched Damian and wondered about this aunt who used to dress him up in ruffles.
Something soft brushed against my legs. A light cloth, light as a kiss, covered my chest.
“There, just like what Aunt Duessa used to make me wear, only without the tight collar,” Damian said, with another merry wink. “The black velvet looks a lot better on you than it ever did on me.”
Black velvet? Yes, there had once been black velvet clothing. Damian released my hand. I felt a little sad at that, but I ran my hand down my new pants. They truly felt wonderful.
“I wish I had a mirror,” I said, remembering mirrors. There had been laughter, a girl looking at her reflection, as she tossed her golden hair over her shoulders.
“I can arrange that,” Damian said, as he nodded to the left. “There’s one at the Navel, if you’ll follow me?”