Waiting for Rebirth

It’s Me Me Me Monday! A day to celebrate, strut, and promote one’s me-ness! I’m celebrating by posting more Damian/Christopher and ‘Waiting for Rebirth’ here. If you enjoy these posts, keep an eye out for more ‘Tales of the Navel/The Shadow Forest’! I’ve got three novels and two more stories in this series I’m polishing up for publication; ‘The Hand and the Eye of the Tower’, ‘Stealing Myself From Shadows’, ‘A Godling for Your Thoughts?’, ‘Unwilling to Be Yours’, and ‘Be My Valentine…Snack’.

“This doesn’t seem right,” I murmured, staring at the boy, who could have been a girl. Yes, I vaguely remembered the boy in the mirror, but I also remembered a girl who grinned, whenever she pushed wisps of fly away fair hair from her face. Only I was stockier, my hips and thighs struggling to free themselves from the confines of white robes, with pendulous breasts that trapped me in that form. Except I wasn’t confined to that thick form. At other times, I was slender, willowy, with long, spindly fingers which could pick sounds out of the air. My own hair had smelled like moss, while my arms swung with the easy strength of the trees.

“Right or wrong, I’ve never seen a boy more beautiful.” I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sound of the strange voice. A shadow detached itself from behind the mirror. It seemed to glide towards me, taking the form of a tall woman with long, billowing skirts. There was something wrong with her shadow, something about her upper body. “Such beauty makes me want to devour it.”

“Except you won’t devour Gabrielle’s son,” Damian said. He moved behind me to place his hands upon my shoulders. I could feel his fingers tremble, as he touched me. “Not here, in her Place of Power.”

Waiting for Rebirth

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I’m picking off where I left off on Wednesday with Damian and Christopher in ‘Waiting for Rebirth’. If you like this story, remember, it’s a prelude to my series, ‘Tales of the Navel/The Shadow Forest’. Look for my other books; ‘The Hand and the Eye of the Tower’, ‘Stealing Myself From Shadows’, and ‘A Godling for Your Thoughts?’ when they come out!

Reluctantly, I detached myself from his hand to move towards the mirror. Clutter stuck out from the shelves, requiring care in walking past them. Fortunately, I was, indeed, small and slender, as Damian had claimed.

What I saw in the mirror confirmed this. I wasn’t just slender, I was skinny. Eyes too big for my face stared back at me. Long, wavy bangs fell forward, gleaming coppery golden. Damian was right, the black velvet did look good on me, in spite of my skinniness. However, a small mouth frowned at what it saw.

Waiting for Rebirth

It’s QueerBlogWed! Here’s the next part of ‘Waiting for Rebirth’, my prelude to ‘Tales of the Navel/The Shadow Forest’. Damian and Christopher continue their story, right where they left off on Monday.

I blinked, as the darkness of the store overwhelmed me. For a moment, I thought it would swallow me, but I wasn’t in the Shadow Forest any more. My eyes were simply adjusting to stepping out of the sunshine.

Damian touched my shoulder, guiding me away from a shelf I’d almost walked into. His fair skin still gleamed, even in natural darkness. I could see the chimes, dangling near the doorway. It was just one more trinket among the jumble of trinkets popping out of the shelves. Anything from dolls, crystals, decks of cards, wooden boxes, ceramic chickens, and metal statues lunged at me, bewildering my eye.

Unsure of how to deal with this bewildering reality, I did what I always did in the Shadow Forest. I sought a path. There were narrow and open spaces, leading between the shelves. One was in front of a counter. The other was in front of a full length mirror.

“There it is, as promised,” Damian murmured. There was a melodic certainty to his words, commanding attention. “Take a look.”

Reluctantly, I detached myself from his hand to move towards the mirror. Clutter stuck out from the shelves, requiring care in walking past them. Fortunately, I was, indeed, small and slender, as Damian had claimed.