It’s #QueerBlogWed, a day to celebrate and/or share something queer in our blogs.
For me, it’s the next part of ‘Be My Valentine…Snack’.
For Duessa, it’s a playful comeback to Peter’s flirting, much to Christopher’s dismay.
“Ah, but are you truly a flower in full bloom?” Duessa tilted to point the rose at Peter. “Even if you were, you belong to Gabrielle. She would never forgive me, if I stole one of her little blossoms.”
“No, she wouldn’t.” I breathed a sigh of relief at the sound of Gabrielle’s voice, accompanied by rustle of a curtain behind the counter. “Especially when those little blossoms are blooming within her Place of Power.”
“Ah, but can a blossom truly bloom in someone else’s place of power?” Duessa laced every word for a strange intimacy. “Especially when that someone insists on hiding her power.”
I turned to look at Gabrielle advancing upon us. The thrumming powerful presence she exuded was in complete contradiction with her appearance. ‘
‘Brie wore a full, fawn colored skirt, a loose tan tunic, and a string of shells around her neck. There was a smiley face painted on every shell. Her fedora perched at a jaunty angle on her head. Shells, smiley faces, and chicken feathers adorned every inch of its brim.
I swallowed an urge to laugh, or groan. Color wise, ‘Brie’s odd ensemble worked. Besides the hat and the necklace weren’t the worst things she’d ever worn.
Peter attempted to flutter his eyelashes, only to end up blinking in confusion. ‘Brie confounded all efforts to flirt with her. It must have been frustrating. My mother was a beautiful woman. Peter couldn’t resisting wooing anyone beautiful.
‘Brie, however, did her best to be as bizarre as possible. Her weird outfits confused Peter in mid flirt.
Ah, well, at least they didn’t embarrass him the way they had Damian.
Gabrielle glanced at Peter, unable to stop the smile from spreading across her face. Once more, she’d rendered someone speechless.