Welcome to Rainbow Snippets!
Every Saturday, those participating post and share six sentences of LGBTQIA+ fiction. It can be their own. It can be someone else’s. It just needs to be LGBTQIA+.
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This is a little longer than six sentences, forgive me…
They’d thrust these wishes in prayer form upon the god themself, shaping them like helpless clay. There was something disparaging in everyone’s regard for Seraphix, the Followers’s worship of their newborn deity. Seraphix was nothing more than a tool, a treasured tool to be used.
*Would you rather be a tool?* The smirking arachnocrat within his heart and mind whispered within his doubts. *Or a treasure? Either way you’re an object, something to be used.*
*Shut up, Damian.* The essence mingled up with Leiwell’s own always had to spoil everything. Unlike Leiwell, Damian Ashelocke had a cynical lack of faith in anything, especially people. Worse of all, he was usually correct in his dark assessments.