Waiting for Rebirth

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‘Waiting for Rebirth’ is going over the limit of six sentences today. You’ll soon see why.

Damian moved forward, away from me, away from Gabrielle. He stretched out his fingers to touch the spectral ones.

The glow blinded me, forcing me to look away. Damian let out a single cry of terror and joy. Something else cried out with him.

For a moment, light filled the Navel. A moment later, it vanished, leaving Gabrielle and myself in darkness.

There was no sign of Damian. The painting returned its usual pattern of suggestions of color and myself, mingled with the sky.

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Waiting for Rebirth

It’s QueerBlogWed! A day to blog about all things queer, which ‘Waiting for Rebirth’ qualifies as (grins with Pride). We pick off where we left on Monday with a Door opening through Damian’s painting…

“Close it!”

Gabrielle stood behind us, hair loose and crackling in a halo around her head.

“Opening a Door here is dangerous!” ‘Brie stared, no glared at the painting. “Turn away from it at once!”

“No!” Damian’s denial was fierce and short. “This is the way to my path!”

Damian took another step forward. He stretched out his own hand toward the ghostly one. The two were meant to be joined.

I saw this, yet I couldn’t let this happen.

I moved forward to Damian’s side, seized Damian’s arm.

“You don’t have to accept this.” Every inch of compulsion I’d ever possessed I put into my voice. “Listen. Can you hear them?”

The wind whispered through the cracks in the color. They murmured in a wind wind, increasing in volume. The sound struck my ears, bringing images to life. A girl spun on top of a hill in a dress as green as the grass beneath her feet. A man with the long, spindly hands caressed and sought tools to carve his words into some enduring medium. A laughing maiden with wayward fair hair searched for something she couldn’t name.

All of them were waiting for me, for I was each of them, as well as Christopher. I was an individual composed of fragments. Not all of these fragments belonged to Christopher.

Part of me wanted to step forward, towards my other lost selves. To be reunited with them. However, it was never the same, once you took on a different identity.

“Listen to what I lost,” I let my own voice caress Damian. “This is what awaits you.” I loosened my grip on his arm, stroking it. “What you are now will be shattered.”

“I know.” His own voice was so very tender when he turned to look at me. “From the first moment I saw you, I knew.” He lifted his gaze to the ghostly hand reaching out from a shining path. “I can’t abandon my wish, though. Not even for you.”

Waiting for Rebirth

It’s Me Me Monday! A day to strut, promote and celebrate your Me-ness! Or your stories’s Me-ness. 🙂 I promised several Rainbow Snippeteers that Damian would answer Christopher’s question in the next part of ‘Waiting for Rebirth’.  Here is his response…

“The Ashelockes have always revered shadows. They are the sacred spaces within which we can practice dark arts.” Damian offered me a bitter smile. “Aunt Duessa, for instance, traps beautiful boys in cocoons, draining them of their blood. She calls them her ‘Valentines’.”

“Not surprising.” I considered Duessa’s eight arms, eyes, and playful talk of devouring me. “She does seem quite spider like.”

“Oh, she is.” Damian let out a short, strained laugh, “If she has a choice, she likes to play with her prey first, forcing them to play her little games, rituals, and challenges. All of which is very proper for an Ashelocke.” He gave me a sideways glance.“Rescuing someone using light is not.”

Improper. What a petty snub to something as exquisite and mysterious as the stars in the sky.

“Darkness is meaningless without light to illuminate it.” I tried to voice what I’d sensed, responded to the moment Damian stretched out his hand to me. “Yours is beautiful.”

“Is darkness truly meaningless without light?” Damian looked from me to gleaming splashes in the painting. “Is my Door based on something so simple?”

White bled into black, transforming into gray. No, silver. It spread, stretching out its…hand. Yes. Its fingers reached out of the confines of the canvas, seeking Damian, a ghost in this reality. I could hear the rustle of leaves, the whisper of the wind.

“I’ve done it,” Damian widened eyes moist with excitement. “I’ve opened a Door!”

Waiting for Rebirth

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

To read a wide variety of samples from GLBTQ+ stories, go to https://www.facebook.com/groups/RainbowSnippets/?ref=group_header

For mine, here’s the next part of ‘Waiting for Rebirth’. Damian and Christopher pick up right where they left off on Wednesday, noticing a change in ‘Waiting for Rebirth’. All the splashes of white paint on the canvas have begun to shine…

Damian let out a soft gasp. I could see the pale patches coming together in a pattern, forming a path through the color and shadows. Yes, the flecks were flickering, glowing, becoming more distinct by the moment.

“Damian.” I didn’t dare raise my voice above a whisper. “Why was your Aunt Duessa so upset, when I said you used light to pierce shadows?”

 

 

Waiting for Rebirth

It’s QueerBlogWed! A day to blog about all things queer. ‘Waiting for Rebirth’, my prelude to my ‘Tales of the Navel/The Shadow Forest’ series qualifies as this. Christopher and Damian pick up right where they left off on Monday…

I didn’t want to let go of Damian, or leave him with this bitterness. He was withdrawing from me, pulling away from me.

“This is what you’ve been doing every morning.” I dropped my gaze to my shoes. “Every time I leave the Navel.”

“Sometimes I think this is all I have left here.” Damian stepped away from me. “Questions I can never answer, because it’s not my place to.” He turned towards ‘Waiting for Rebirth’, the little piece of himself, of both of us hanging on the wall.

In the dim light of the shop, streaks of silvery white stood out amidst the paint. They gleamed, shining like a beacon amidst the darkness thickening around us.

Waiting for Rebirth

It’s Me Me Monday! Another day to strut, promote, and celebrate one’s me-ness! Only Christopher isn’t feeling like celebrating. Not while he shares/feeds on Damian’s memories, learning more of his true relationship with Gabrielle in the next part of ‘Waiting for Rebirth’.

“Do you even need me?” The ache rose up from Damian’s stomach to throb in his chest. I ached right along with him. “Or am I just some helpless little arachnocrat you saved from being a marriage feast?”

“Damian,” Gabrielle began, only to shut her mouth. She just stared at him, her eyes becoming more stricken.

“Don’t bother answering.” He looked away from her, distracting his hands with another box filled with junk which someone had thrown away. Something which help someone, even if Damian himself would never understand how. “I was a fool to think you somehow had all the answers.”

 

Waiting for Rebirth

Welcome to Rainbow Snippets! Every Saturday, six sentences of GLBTQ+ fiction are posted and shared. They can be your own. They can be someone else’s. They just need to be GLBTQ+.

To read a wide variety of samples from GLBTQ+ stories, go to https://www.facebook.com/groups/RainbowSnippets/?ref=group_header

For my own, Christopher continues to share Damian’s turbulent and confused feeling about ‘Brie in the next part of ‘Waiting for Rebirth’, prelude to my not yet published ‘Tales of the Navel/The Shadow Forest’ series…

“Why did you bring me here?” Damian murmured on another morning after I’d wandered off. “Just what am I doing here?”

“You’re helping me.” Gabrielle stared at him, dark blue eyes widening. At this point, she was used to all the questions and quarreling once I walked out the door. “Don’t ever doubt you are.”