It’s Me Me Monday! A day to promote, strut, and celebrate one’s Me-ness. 🙂 Especially if you’re a member of QueerSciFi.
Peter is quite adept at strutting, so I’ll let him to do it. 🙂 He’s going to pick up right where he left on Saturday and answer Christopher’s question in Unwilling to Be Yours.
Unwilling to Be Yours is the second prelude to Stealing Myself From Shadows, my novel under revision. Stealing Myself From Shadows is the first book in my Tales of the Navel/The Shadow Forest series.
“Only a few months, though I could be persuaded to stay longer.” I loaded each word with playful innuendo. “I would like to convince you that I can fill the shoes of your Damian.” I raised myself upright to look him straight in the eye. “Here in the Navel, if nowhere else.”
“Don’t look at me,” Christopher said. The bitterness in his voice was sharp enough to slice the air. “I’m not the one you have to convince. Fortunately.”
“Christopher!” Gabrielle snapped. “Enough! I know you’re depressed, but quit taking it out on Peter!” The sharpness in her voice was like a whip crack. “You’re not the only one who misses Damian!”
Christopher stared at Gabrielle, as if she’d hit him.
She glared right back at him, eyes glittering with angry grief.
I felt like an intruder. A very uncomfortable intruder.
“Perhaps it is too soon for anyone to try and fill your vacancy.” I glanced from unhappy face to unhappy face. “I can go, if you’re truly uncomfortable with my being here.”
“I’m not.” Gabrielle crossed her arms, keeping her glittering gaze fixed upon her son. “We need someone to help out in the shop, since Damian is no longer here.”
Christopher’s shoulders quivered, making his entire frail frame sway.
For a moment, I could the invisible wind, which battered at his slender body. Only this one came from his heart. There was no quelling the storm, which threatened to pick up and fly away with him.
“I’m sorry.” Christopher lifted his head to meet my eyes. His irises swam with in a riot of colors, dissolving into a sober violet blue. “Could you please not flirt with me? It isn’t just uncomfortable.” His lower lip trembled. “It reminds me…”
He stopped talking. Unable to bear my gaze, his own dropped to the floor. “It’s actually painful.”
“I’m the one who should be apologizing, if it’s painful.” I wanted to move a little closer, lay a hand on his shoulder, but I knew he wouldn’t like it. I kept a respectful distance. “Flirting is part of my nature, but I will do my best to restrain myself.”
“Thank you,” Christopher breathed. Those hushed words were entirely too seductive.
Not flirting was going to be a challenge. Here’s hoping I was up to it.