Waiting for Rebirth

Welcome to Me Me Me Monday! A day to celebrate, post, and share your me-ness! This Cauldron will do so by sharing the next part of ‘Waiting for Rebirth’, prelude to ‘Tales of the Navel/The Shadow Forest’. We pick up right where we left off on Saturday with Christopher confronting Damian’s sinister Aunt Duessa within the Navel.

I stared her arms stretching out from her shoulder and waist. Magic. Having hands would help her cast magic. Someone had told me this, although I couldn’t remember who. I forced myself to look away from those eight appendages, which made me think of a spider.

The scars on Duessa’s face were shifting only they weren’t scars. They were eyes. One pair opened, to reveal ordinary brown eyes. A third and a fourth fluttered their eyelashes, offering up teasing glimpses of irises as rose purple as Damian’s. The fifth and sixth blinked with a flash of red gold. The seventh opened an eye with neither white, nor pupil. I stared, when the eighth eye opened as well. The last two were red as blood.

“Do I frighten you, pretty one? If you’re clever enough to be frightened, perhaps you’re clever enough to be ‘Brie’s boy,” she chuckled. She withdrew her tongue behind her lips, showing a hint of teeth which were way too pointed. “It’s truly a pity, meeting in this time and place. I would love to devour you.”

I had the strangest impression that her words were a compliment, frightening though they were.

“Thank you,” I said, trying to keep my voice from shaking. My own hands reached up to clasp Damian’s. “However, I am spoken for, madam.”

Damian’s hands stopped trembling, as if he’d been shocked out of his fear. I was fairly taken aback by my own boldness. Had I actually just claimed Damian as mine, in front of his spiderish aunt?

Well, he had offered me his hand.

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Waiting for Rebirth

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I’m picking up right where I left off on QueerBlogWed with ‘Waiting for Rebirth’. Damian and Christopher come face to face to with Damian’s sinister aunt, Duessa. This is a little longer than six sentences, forgive me. (bows)

“I know Gabrielle better than she knows herself,” Duessa said. She took another gliding step closer. Something was moving, writhing around her torso. I realized they were arms. A second pair of limbs undulated in perfect time with the ones of above. She had four arms, no eight.“Somehow she managed to have a son.” The first and second extended from her left shoulder, the third and fourth from her right. The fifth and sixth reached out to touch a couple of crystals on a shelf. The seventh and eighth clenched their right hands into fists. “I wonder how she kept such a delectable secret from me.”

Waiting for Rebirth

Welcome to #QueerBlogWed! I’ve got a little more Damian/Christopher and ‘Waiting for Rebirth’. We pick up right where we left off with the boys facing Damian’s sinister aunt, Duessa Ashelocke.

“Gabrielle’s son?” She filled the question with with predatory attentiveness, while she took another couple of steps towards me. If one could call them steps. I couldn’t see her feet, only hear the rustling hiss of her movement across the floor.

The stranger stepped out the darkness to reveal a face with the same high cheekbones as Damian’s. Tiny delicate scars puckered across each cheek. The lady wore a black waistcoat over her skirts with a reddish brown cravat tied in an elaborate bow. Her clothes brought out the crimson in her wavy auburn hair. The bulk of her tresses were pinned up, yet managed to escape in careful ringlets. Something about her torso, her arms sent shivers down my spine. I found my eyes darting away from them, focusing upon her face rather than her form.

I was guessing this was Aunt Duessa. Resemblance aside, she was someone who would dress her nephew up in ruffles and tight collars. Why not, considering how uncomfortable her own clothing appeared.

She smiled, parting lips far too bloody and wet. A shudder ran through my entire frame. A pink tongue darted out from her mouth to caress her own lips. Suggestively. Invitingly.

She took another slow step forward, never taking her eyes off me. I swallowed and fought an urge to step back. I felt a shudder, twin to my own, run through Damian’s fingers, although he never moved. He was just as frightened as I was of this woman. Perhaps more so.

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

Welcome to Rainbow Snippets! Every Saturday, six sentences of GLBT fiction are posted and shared. It can be your own. It can be someone else’s. It just needs to be GLBT.

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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.