#RainbowSnippets: Aissa and Polyxena

Welcome to Rainbow Snippets!

Every Saturday, those participating post and share six sentences of LGBTQIA+ fiction on their blogs. It can be their own. It can be someone else’s. It just needs to be LGBTQIA+.

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For my own, I’ll offer another sample from my m/m mythical tale of cross-dressing, which I’m currently polishing up before sending it out in search of a home…again.  Here’s a taste of Aissa and Polyxena…once more, it’s just slightly longer than it should be for the sake of coherency…

How came I to have this vision? I haven’t the gift of prophecy, not like my siblings, Helenus and Cassandra.

The boy still appeared in my dream, not theirs.

Beautiful he was, with ebony hair a little too lustrous and rounded limbs a little too finely made. An all too mortal sorrow cast shadows under his liquid black eyes.

He held out a cup, richly embossed with gems, trembling in his hand.

“Troile, son of Troy.” His rosebud mouth trembled around each word. “Would you share my fate as well as my heritage?”