Unwilling to Be Yours

It’s QueerBlogWed, a time to share and post about something queer. Peter is more than willing to step up to the challenge, even though the object of his affections is less than willing.

Picking up right where we left off on Monday in Unwilling to Be Yours.

“Well, according to your website, you deal with only the unusual,” I said, trying to change the subject.

“Website?” Christopher frowned. A tiny, perplexed wrinkle appeared in the middle of his forehead.

No way. No boy his age could not know what a website is.

“What’s that?” Christopher blinked at me, confused by whatever he saw on my face.

I couldn’t believe this. What day and age was this boy living in?

I considered the cobblestone road leading up to the Navel. All the tiny cottages and buildings, which could have belonged to another time.

Perhaps Omphalos did.

“It’s similar to telepathic links, or magic scrolls,” Gabrielle explained, as if the latter were the most natural things in the world.

Maybe they were, here. Telepathic links. Magic scrolls.

I bit my lower lip. This was exactly the sort of place I’d been searching for, to get away from some of the craze of modern confusion.

Here’s hoping Omphalos didn’t lack all modern conveniences.

Paul would have loved it here. Much as he stalked the nightclubs, he adored quiet retreats where he could simply listen to his own thoughts.

The thought of him brought a lump to my throat.

No. I wouldn’t brood. I refused to.

Gabrielle chose not to notice my moment of distraction. She continued in her explanation of modern online addresses, which most of the world I’d come from took for granted.

“A website is a way to let people know in an instant, no matter where they are, about the Navel.” She glanced at me with a sly smile. “If they have the knowledge and tools to access us.”

“Well, I can see you live up to the name of all things bizarre,” I smiled at Gabrielle. “I hope I am the right kind of bizarre for you.”

“We’ll see,” Gabrielle offered me a mysterious smile of her own. “It depends on how you handle your first customer.” She nodded at the door.

One thought on “Unwilling to Be Yours

  1. Peter: I’m still confused by the technological and general state of this town.

    ‘Brie: (smiling) We like to keep things mysterious. Being on the edge of several Doors makes things a bit, shall we say odd in Omphalos?


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