Welcome to #QueerBlogWed, a day to bring a touch of the rainbow to our blogs.
I’ve been away for a month while my characters Blogged From AZ, talking about their goals. Be My Valentine…Snack has continued in trickles on Sundays, the only space available in the week.
Time for a lot more story. 🙂 Picking up right where Peter and Christopher left off on Sunday, here’s the next segment of Be My Valentine…Snack…
“Besides I can’t expect you to prove your ‘true love’ for me.” He let out a harsh, humorless laugh. “You’ve let me know countless times that you’re spoken for.”
Guilt rose up in my throat, choking any words I might have to answer that.
Why did I feel like I’d struck another invisible blow, hitting something I’d never intended to touch, let alone injure?
Peter flirted with everyone with an intensity that could break hearts if one took him seriously.
When he’d held me, when he kissed me in the garden, I hadn’t responded the way he wished.
I thought he’d accepted this, even if he was disappointed.
“I don’t understand.” I closed my eyes. “Are you saying you’ll love me even if I can never return your feelings? I don’t understand.”
“No more than I can understand why you continue to cling to the hope that a man who abandoned you will one day return.” His dark eyes softened with wry humour. “I don’t blame you for my feelings any more than you blame Damian.” He shrugged and tried to smile. “You were always honest in your rejection of me.”
His words didn’t make me feel any better. My eyes moved to where my stick lay, upon the checkered floor.
“I’m sorry. I can’t return your love.” I walked over to the stick.“What I can do is try to be worthy of it.”
I picked it up off the floor. It was warm to the touch.
“What are you doing?” A tiny wrinkle dimpled the center of Duessa’s forehead.
I smiled at the familar expression I’d seen so many times on another’s face, even though Damian lacked the additional six eyes.
“Defending Peter.” I held the stick, as if it was a sword.
It vibrated in my hands. The stick was humming, a little tune I hadn’t heard since Damian left.
The sound gave me confidence. As long as I held this stick and stood at Peter’s side, I wasn’t alone.
Peter cocked his head, staring at me as if I’d completely lost my mind.
Duessa blinked all eight eyes at me in bemusement, unsure what to make of me.
“Peter didn’t become your Valentine because he chose to. He did it to make me jealous.” I shook my head. “It was stupid, but you can’t eat everyone who acts stupid.” I allowed my smile to tug at my lips, widening. “You’d gain so much weight, you wouldn’t be able to lift yourself off the floor, let alone fit into that dress.”
A choked laugh escaped from Peter at my attempted joke.
“Ah, Christopher, some truths are simply too cruel” Duessa struggled not to smile and failed. She shook her head. “Why do you risk your life to save Peter? He is neither your beloved, nor your responsibility.”
“No, he’s not.” I closed my eyes, recalling a hand stretching out to me within the darkness. “It’s my choice to save him. Just as it was once Damian’s to save me.”
Something was building behind my eyes, something painful. “This is the best demonstration of true love I have to offer.”
“Such mad logic,” Duessa muttered, her smile withering on her lips. “It’s exactly the sort of thing I’d expect Damian to say.” She sighed, shoulders slumping, her limbs dangling, drained of their malice. “His heart’s desire was to get the better of me.” Duessa looked from me to Peter. “I’m not sure if he’d be proud or envious of the two of you.”
Six of her arms vanished. The temple around us blurred, the web and the valentines disappeared.
The stick vanished from my hand as well.