#RainbowSnippets: A Symposium in Space

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For mine, Phaedra isn’t backing down in A Symposium in Space

I shook my head. “Stop acting like what you do only affects you.”

“How dare you…” Pausania trembled all over. She took a long, slow breath. “Why are you complaining? Have I ever been ungenerous?”

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Tales of Omphalos: Tayel in the Navel

The cold rain felt like ice, soaking Tayel yet somehow not touching him. He didn’t want to be touched. Not even by a part of himself. 

A note communicated itself in a single green rock with a bluish cast. Thanking him, but stating that Danyel was going to the village meeting even if Tayel didn’t want to. His curiosity about what their new neighbors were up to had been roused. He appreciated Tayel’s concern. He was still going to disregard it. 

“You’re creating this rain yourself.” A dark-haired man stood in the doorway of a shop, its light behind him. “Wouldn’t it be warmer inside?”

If he allowed himself to recall his dreams, he’d remember this man’s name. Remember the name of this place. 

Tayel had no desire to remember. 

“Your warmth is as illusionary as yourself.” Tayel spoke with a bleak honesty to match the weather. “There is no inside. You disappeared long ago, only to keep disappearing.”

A vision came to him of this man reaching out to a skeletal hand waiting to seize him, to pull him into a world of monsters and power. All illusions. 

“Parts of me remain in the Navel. Parts of me cannot leave it or you.” The man grimaced at his own words. 

Ah, yes, the Navel. The name of this place, this shop. Where this man was bound, in spite of his longing to escape.

“Christopher infused you with some of himself.” Something glinted in the man’s rose-purple eyes. Something which might have been anger.  “Any figment of him, no matter how treacherous has a hold on me.”

Oh, it would have been easy to sympathize with this anger. For Danyel’s wishes, his curiosity had a hold on Tayel, even if he didn’t share them.” 

“Treachery.” Tayel let out a bitter laugh. “Go ahead and gloat. If my existence is treachery, treachery is something I shared with my other half. Something which continues to strike me down in innocent ways.”

“Is treachery when your twin reaches out to others than yourself?” The young man countered. How beautiful his pale face was, innocent of any trace of a beard. Like Danyel and himself. Only he had the same dark wavy hair as Leiwell, his oldest brother. “Or is it simply a need he’s fulfilling that you cannot?”

“You and Danyel share a love of questions.” Tayel decided to cross the threshold. Step into the illusionary warmth. “I wonder that you’re not stalking him.”

“Danyel is at least grateful for the gift of life Christopher gave him.” The young man watched Tayel, arms crossed as he leaned against the counter. How like and unlike Leiwell he was. “It’s something you could learn.”

“Gratitude is a chill and liquid emotion which runs through my fingers.” Tayel glanced at the shelves, refusing to let its contents become whatever shape they might try to dazzle him with. 

All he saw were rocks. Multi-colored rocks like the ones Danyel picked up on the other side of the Door. Often murky, fused with darker stone, but a few were polished to a gem-like brightness. 

One was as green as a leaf softened by sunlight, yet enriched with a blue tinge. 

“Especially when you try to capture it with your hands or freeze it with your eyes. Perhaps it’s a bit like love in that regard.” The young man uncrossed his arms, leaning back against the counter to look up at the silver disc upon the ceiling. “Taint it with selfishness, it’ll only spill faster.”

“How convenient for everyone.” Tayel couldn’t keep the bitterness out of his voice. “It’ll spill to the ground, leaving the grateful unscathed, free to do as they wish.”

“You’re not unscathed.” The stranger who seemed far too familiar took a step forward to stand upon the golden coin. “Not you. Not Danyel.”

Tayel turned his head, but it was impossible to miss the pattern glowing beneath the man’s feet, a pattern which matched the one on the silver circle above his head. 

Like a pair of coins. Like the talisman everyone in the village carried. Only the pattern was different on each coin.

“It’s all part of the same pattern,” the young man said as if he’d heard Tayel’s thoughts. “A pattern which includes you, Danyel, and Christopher, but it’s ready to swallow everyone else.”

“A pattern you oppose.” Tayel turned to looked into this familar stranger’s sly eyes. “Or at the very least question.”

“Patterns are like webs.” The young man’s body began to shimmer, becoming ghostly. “It’s easy to be caught in them.”

He vanished from sight. 

The Navel began to blur as if it was running in streaks of paint like the facade it was. Hiding whatever waited beneath. 

For Tayel, all he saw was the inside of the cottage, his home. Dark and empty. 

Everyone had gone to the neighborhood party. Even Map. The rain continued to pour down, creating a barrier between Tayel and Omphalos. 

He had no desire to know his new neighbors. To be part of the village, this pattern his memory ghost had warned him about. 

For Tayel was sure that had been a memory ghost. One he couldn’t trust. 

This didn’t mean there wasn’t truth in his warings. 

Tayel gritted his teeth and began to look for his cloak. 

Conversations with Christopher: Quartz

Christopher marched across the empty field, mist rising beneath his feet. Ahead he could see the garden, his garden and Damian’s. Only the gate was gone. Nothing but the tall foxglove formed any kind of barrier between him and the flowers ahead. 

Christopher: Not that the gate ever was a barrier. It opened easily. 

Quartz: Wait up!

There is a stomp of heavy boots behind Christopher, following by a dwarf muttering in his beard. 

Quartz: Nasty look in the darkling glass, that woman. 

Christopher: You mean Map?

Quartz: Right. Thought I was suspicious of the outside world. Maybe even buried my head in the rocks from time to time. Got nothing on that Map of yours. 

Christopher: Why is she my Map?

Quartz: Mighty defensive of you, she is. Even if she’s pretending she’s not. 

Christopher: She threw me out of the cottage. 

Quartz: Aye, as she did me when I said something she didn’t like. Get the feeling she does that to a lot of people. 

Christopher: I’m not sure how that led you to believe she was fond of me. 

Quartz: Maybe she threw you out of her home for your own good?

Christopher: Or for her own good and her family’s.

Quartz: Aye, her family. (snorts) Not too impressed with her ways of protecting them. 

Christopher: What do you mean?

Quartz: She’s letting this lord who’s not really a lord have his way with one of her boys. Says the lad is willing. Hmph! She could do better than that. 

Christopher: I’m guessing the lord is Dyvian and the lad is Leiwell. 

Quartz: Didn’t mention the lord’s name, but yes, the lad was Leiwell. Know them, do you?

Christopher: (bares his teeth in what might have ben a smile) Oh, yes. I’ve had that pleasure. I’m having it the draft of Stealing Myself From Shadows our scribbler is writing. 

Quartz: Sounds like it’s anything but a pleasure.

Christopher: It was for Dyvian and Leiwell. Less so for Damian and myself. No, I can’t say it’s been all that pleasurable for them. Even so, I find it hard to forgive them.

Quartz: Right. You’re as fond of them as I am of Oriana in Fairest and Of Cuckoo Clocks and Crystal Coffins

Christopher: I understand why they did what they did. You get hungry in the Shadow Forest, especially if you’ve lost yourself. Or if you’ve just come into being. 

Quartz: Like you did. 

Christopher: Yes, like I did. Someone reaches out to you, offering you warmth, affection, a place, maybe even a person. It’s hard not to latch onto them, draining every drop of what they offer. Maybe even going beyond that. 

Quartz: Like you did?

Christopher: I controlled myself like I never have with Damian. They didn’t. Dyvian and Lewiell were waiting for us in the Shadow Forest. 

Quartz: Meaning you and Damian?

Christopher: And Peter. You should have him visit you for Secondary Characters Speak Out. 

Quartz: Not sure if he’s a secondary character. 

Christopher: I’m not sure if he is either. I’m not sure what Peter is. I’m not sure where he is.

Quartz: He was at the Navel, right?

Christopher: As was I. As was Damian. Until Doors opened for us into the Shadow Forest where Dyvian and Leiwell were waiting. 

Quartz: Sounds sinister. This is what the scribbler is working on right now, right?

Christopher: In Stealing Myself From Shadows. Right. I fear if I say any more it will be a spoiler. 

Quartz: Aye, the scribbler can be careless if we don’t stop her. Best let her get back to your story, so she can get back to my story.

Christopher: I was wondering when you were going to bring that up. 

#RainbowSnippets: A Symposium in Space

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For my own, Phaedra is saying what’s on her mind and taking a stand against Pausania for the first time in A Symposium in Space

I glanced at Pausania’s hand. “Have you even noticed you’re bleeding?”

“What does that have to do with anything?” She looked down at her bloody hand with an impatient irritation. “They’re only cuts.”

“Cuts hurt.”

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Paula’s Prompts: Wednesday Words

One of P.T. Wyant’s Wednesday Words prompts involved a letter, pain, and a guard dog.

I’d just seen videos about a certain band member’s irresistible charm over human and animal alike, including the pets of the other band members. As a result, a fictional character wrote this letter…

Dear Mr. Gruph,

I thought I’d write to you. I live in the estate over the hill. Yes, the one you’re always walking over to complain about the noise. I marvel that you can hear it since we’ve done our best to sound proof the walls. Hopefully we’re no longer disturbing you when you practice. That’s not why I’ve left this message pinned to your door. 

It’s in regard to your lost guard dog. I know. You never mentioned in the lost and found poster that he was a guard dog. I guessed he was one from the way he barked at my bandmates and myself. 

That is to say all of us except Mina. Whenever Mina walked by, your dog would start wagging his tail at them. 

I’m guessing your dog doesn’t usually wag his tail at strangers. Mine didn’t either until Mina petted him. Now Beowulf doesn’t respond to me at all. He constantly follows Mina around, ignoring me completely. 

I found what I fear was your dog in our front yard. He was following Mina around, rolling around on his back, begging for belly rubs. 

I’m guessing your dog doesn’t usually do that either. I didn’t even know Beowulf liked belly rubs until Mina gave him one. 

Would you like to come over and see if this is your dog? Or perhaps Mina could bring him over to your house? 

I’m sorry about this. Mina has this effect on everyone; humans, animals, even plants. I’m not sure how they do it. Your dog isn’t the first one who’s followed them home. It can be painful since I love animals and I love Beowulf. I just don’t have the magic touch Mina does. I don’t know anyone else who does. If this is your dog, he’s being well-cared for. 

If he is your dog, I’m sure you want him back. Hopefully you’ll have more success in winning him back than I have with Beowulf. 

Once again, my apologies.

Tae

Secondary Characters Speak Out: Quartz and Map, Part 3

It’s the same table with the same morning sunlight pouring through the window while Map and Quartz face each other. 

Who are Map and Quartz? A stocky woman with a weathered brown face lined as a tree trunk and an even stockier dwarf with a silvery black beard. 

Map: Strange how we can be at the same time and place while outside this Cauldron three weeks have passed. 

Quartz: Aye, strange. I blame the scribbler. Want to talk about strange things? Or one particular strange thing?

Map: I’m not sure how strange a thing he is. He’s not any stranger than my children are.

Quartz: He’s not, eh? 

Map: (slumping a bit in her seat) I suppose we’re all strange things if you put it that way. 

Quartz: Aye, we are. What bothers you about this particular strange thing? 

Map: He’s everything I’m not. Many things I find quite attractive. Only he appeared at one of my worst moments. 

Quartz: One of those destructive and stupid moments?

Map: Yes, those. He has a way of appearing whenever they happen. The first time he was quite young, but his eyes were filled with frozen color, reflecting back what I’d done. He’d captured it forever, making it part of himself.

Quartz: What did you do? 

Map: Brought down fire and lightning upon a crown of bone and gold, driving its lord out. 

Quartz: Why?

Map: He was luring people into his walls, promising to grant their wishes, to give them whatever they wanted if they worshipped him, giving him everything they had. Some of his victims were dear to me. 

Quartz: Can see why you were upset.

Map: Only I’m not sure if there was anyone left in the tower when the lightning came. The only one left was the boy. He appeared when I released my anger. As if he’d somehow been born from it. I’d never seen eyes like his. Pale lavender, ice blue, pink, silver, with a hint of green which swam with images. Things I didn’t want to see. 

Quartz: Sounds like Christopher’s eyes. 

Map: (standing up) He is nothing like Christopher! Nothing!

Quartz: (holding up a hand) Calm yourself, woman. Not saying he is. Just that eyes filled with different colors which reflect you back, or something you’ve lost? Something you didn’t even know you were missing? That sounds like Christopher.

Map: He claims to be like Christopher, but I don’t believe him. (sits back down)

Quartz: Why?

Map: I didn’t want to remember what had happened. He forced me to see, to remember. It’s why I turned away and ran from him. 

Quartz: Only he won’t let you.

Map: He’s followed me. I took shelter in a temple of women when they saw my true face. It frightened them. They turned on me. I got angry.

Quartz: Did something destructive and stupid again, did you?

Map: It’s why I live alone in this cottage, avoiding people. Most people. 

Quartz: Only you can’t avoid him. 

Map: Somehow he’s become the lord of the land this cottage is upon. Can’t help wonder if becoming a lord is his way of reminding me of what I’ve done. Not that he doesn’t enjoy luxury and power. Not to mention beauty. This is why he has his eye on my boys. 

Quartz: Fancies them, does he?

Map: The twins fear him, but my Leiwell is only too smitten with him. I fear this being may have given him a taste for power, wealth, and beauty. 

Quartz: Did you want those things? Once upon a time?

Map: Don’t say that name! (shudders) Why do you ask?

Quartz: What name? 

Map: I won’t say it.

Quartz: Didn’t realize I’d said a name. 

Map: Good. Keep it that way. 

Quartz: Confound it, woman, talking to you as maddening!

Map: Nobody is forcing you to.

Quartz: Aye, someone is. The scribbler. 

Map: (sighs) I suppose there’s no stopping her. To answer your question, this being took on life by feeding on memories I’d once had. The part of me I’d discarded. 

Quartz: How does that answer my question?

Map: I may have wanted those things. Power, luxury, and beauty. Once. 

Quartz: You’re not sure?

Map: I don’t remember. I’m not sure if I want to. I didn’t do good things with the power I had. Luxury had a price. Beauty, I’m still fond of beauty, but it can be found in many places. 

Quartz: Sounds like you were dangerous. Probably still are. 

Map: Why do you think I keep to myself?  She shudders.) Sometimes I worry about even having a family, but my boys ground me, make me better than I would be if I were completely alone. 

Quartz: Except you wouldn’t be completely alone. This lord is still watching you. You and your family. 

Map: He’s already reaching out for Leiwell, claiming Leiwell. 

Quartz: How?

Map: Leiwell decided to serve him of his own free will. He goes to this lord every night.

Quartz: (glances out the window) Does this lord live in the ruin? I don’t see much else your boy could go to other than that.

Map: There’s the garden. And the waiting woods. Many things linger there. Doors to leading elsewhere have been known to open in this area. 

Quartz: Like being mysterious, don’t you?

Map: No.

Quartz: Right. If you don’t want your Leiwell to serve this creature, why don’t you stop him?

Map: It’s hard to stop Leiwell when it’s his choice. He wants the little luxuries; fine clothing, books which his lord can provide. He wants his brothers to have them. He wants me to have them. 

Quartz: You don’t.

Map: Not if Leiwell returns looking like a ghost with his strength sapped away. 

Quartz: Tell him that. 

Map: You don’t think I’ve tried? He wants to serve his lord. I fear Leiwell loves this creature. 

Quartz: Here I thought my Fairest had terrible taste. Why don’t you just move? Or call the lightning down on this lord? 

Map: It’s hard doing that to him. He’s got powers of his own. He’s been gathering power from others, including Leiwell. Power by granting people’s wishes like the lord before him. 

Quartz: Shards, woman, he’s feeding on your boy. You could try. 

Map: You think I haven’t?! Bad things happen when I call the lightning. (She points out the window.) There’s a reason that’s a ruin and mine is the only cottage around. 

Quartz: So you’re just going to hide in this cottage and hope this lord goes away? Even if he may be in that very ruin?

Map: The less attention I give him, the weaker he gets. 

Quartz: Right. Only others are feeding him, you said. Including your Leiwell. 

Map: (scowls) Get out. 

Quartz: Right. (He gets up and goes to the door, stops before opening it.) Can’t say I don’t understand your attitude. Hide in a cottage or a mine. Keep your head down, try to cause no trouble, not attracting any trouble. Problem is trouble still finds you. Sooner or later. 

He opens the door and leaves, stomping away. 

Map just sits at the table, her head bowed. 

#RainbowSnippets: A Symposium in Space

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Too many people have a scapegoat for all their problems. For Pausania, it’s men, even though she’s never seen a man in her life. Welcome to the Intergalactic Democracy in A Symposium in Space

“Men saw women swelling with life, only to be eaten with envy at the sight?” Men were always the villains of herstory as far as Pausania was concerned. “Don’t make excuses for them. Nothing can ever pardon them for what they’ve made.”

“What about what we’ve done?” I glanced at Pausania’s hand. 

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Paula’s Prompts: Tales of the Navel

On January 19, 2022, P.T. Wyant posted a Wednesday Words prompt involving scissors, a waterfall, and a house on the hill.

The freebie Tale of the Navel from Peter’s perspective was the result.

The two blades clipped the long strands of silvery-white hair. The cat and the dog grinned at each other from each blade they were engraved upon, watching each lock fall glistening to the ground. 

Peter caught one in his hand before it could hit the grass, glancing over at the spray rising from the casade of water nearby.

“Don’t pout, Dyvian,” the dark-haired young man wielding the shears said to the former owner of the silvery hairs sitting in front of him. “You’re no longer a blossom of the Gardens of Arachne, nor my kept boy. You’re Lord Dyvian Ashelocke. Leiwell’s lord has no need of such long hair, does he?”

“You were Lord Ashelocke once.” Lord Dyvian Ashelocke shot a critical eye as cold and crystaline as a glacier at the one with the sheers. “Lord Stefan Ashelocke, yet here you are, cutting my hair. If you’re even here.”

“Excuse me,” Peter ventured, taking a step toward them. “Where is here?”

“My secret place for secret trysts.” The dark-haired hairdresser, Lord Stefan Ashelocke? offered Peter a toothy grin. “At the base of the waterfall below the house on the hill.”

“Now, Master,” Dyvian chided. “It’s not just a house on the hill. It’s the Temple of Seraphix where Seraphix’s Sisterhood retreats from the world. 

“To me, it’s just another house on the hill.” Dyvian’s master shrugged. “No matter what monsters choose to hide in it.”

“A monstrous Sisterhood?” Peter asked with some lightness, unsure if he would be taken seriously. 

“A Sisterhood of failed monsters,” Stefan replied, eyes glinting. “Until they awaken.”

“You’re so intolerant.” Dyvian closed his eyes. “I intend to build Seraphix’s temple upon a hill myself.”

“You would.” Stefan rolled his eyes before clipping another lock. “Why worship a god or some other entity when you can be master yourself?”

“To share power rather than horde it,” Dyvian retorted. “It’s a good idea. It may keep the power from corrupting us.”

“We’ll see just how good your other Followers are at sharing,” Stefan scoffed. “Not to mention yourself.”

“I’m willing to share.” Dyvian frowned a bit. “I’m more than willing to worship another.”

“You want to keep Leiwell and his family to yourself.” Stefan clipped another lock. “Just as I wanted to keep you and Duessa to myself. Just as Duessa wants to keep Damian to herself.”

“You know Duessa and Damian?” Peter asked with some wariness, glancing from the dark-haired hairdresser to Dyvian, trying not show his interest and antipathy. 

“I ought to.” The dark-haired man grinned. “I’m married to one and the father of the other.” 

“And I’m Duessa’s adopted brother which makes me Damian’s uncle.” The silver-haired man turned a mesmerizing ice blue eye upon Peter. “You ought to know me. I’m the one who sent you to Omphalos. I’m currently directing you toward your destiny.”

“What?” Peter rolled over in bed, aware he was in bed, dreaming, yet still speaking to these two beautiful men. “What destiny is that?”

“Divinity.” Dyvian offered him another bewitching smile. “I’ll make it so Paul and Christopher can no longer resist you. I’ll introduce to that little green flame and cool gust of blue you’ve been seeing.”

“How?” Peter demanded, sitting up in bed, but it was too late. The vision was gone. He could still hear water falling, but it was on the other side of the screen door of his bedroom in Gabrielle’s sanctum. It wasn’t really there.

He sighed, lying back to ask the ceiling. “Why do I always wake up just when my dreams are getting interesting?”

The ceiling did not answer. 

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Secondary Characters Speak Out: Quartz and Map, Part 2

Quartz stands at Map’s kitchen window. Bright sunshine picks out the silver in his beard, transforming the landcape outside into a gentler green, splashed with color from the flowers. The light changes the gray of the tower on the hill to silver, peeking from a veil of moss. The moss is filled with tiny blossoms, an especially vibrant hue among the other greens. 

Map glowers in the direction of Quartz and the window, still sitting at the kitchen table. 

Map: Don’t think I’m fooled because you decided to put on a pretty face. Or even a beautiful one. 

Quartz: You talking to me? Or the tower?

Map: Never talk to the tower. Seraphix! I just spoke to the god-blasted thing!

Quartz: Just what is it about that tower which gets to you?

Map: Shouldn’t let it get to me. 

Quartz: You say that a lot. Is it like a chant or a prayer to try to keep it from getting to you?

Map: (slumps) Guess it is. No escaping it, is there? The monument to my folly. 

Quartz: The tower.

Map: Yes, that tower! (She glares at it again.) No, it’s not just a monument to my folly. It’s everyone’s. Everyone who ever lived here.

Quartz: No one else seems to live here. Other than your boys.

Map: Oh, other people will come. I’m caught in a cycle. The tower isn’t just a symbol of that cycle. It’s part of it. It’s just waiting to repeat itself. 

Quartz: The cycle? Or the tower?

Map: Yes. That tower is waiting, but not for me. It’s waiting for those precious to me. To take them from me. Again. 

Quartz: Your boys, huh?

Map: Not just my boys. Everyone. It’s taken everyone from me before. It will wait for them to gather, to come to it. To climb the hill. 

Quartz: You sure of this? Other people are coming? This tower will somehow lure them in?

Map: Apt way of putting it. I won’t be able to keep my temper when it happens. I’ll do something stupid and violent. Seraphix! Why am I saying all this to you?

Quartz: Because you need to. You need to talk to someone, but you can’t talk to your boys about this. You care too much about them, but they’re already curious. Or maybe they see too much?

Map: How in the ruddy hells do you know all this?

Quartz: Told you. I’ve got brothers. One of them is a lot like you. Trying to look out for the rest of us. Realizing there’s only so much he can do. 

Map: Only so much, eh?

Quartz: Just do your best? What else can you do?

Map: Just what is your best?

Quartz: How would I know? That’s for you to answer.

Map: What if my best gets confused with my worst?

Quartz: Eh? What riddle is this?

Map: What if a part of me became someone else all together? A voice, a beginning, and an enemy?

Quartz: Quite the riddle. Care to add some more vague to all that?

Map: Christopher ever tell you about the Shadow Forest? How you can lose yourself there? Especially parts of yourself you don’t want?

Quartz: Hard to avoid that topic. Especially with him. Christopher claims to be made of such parts. 

Map: He’s not the only one.

Quartz: Meaning you are, too? Or did you lose a part of yourself in the Shadow Forest?

Map: More like dropped it and ran from it. 

Quartz: Huh. I can see why that part might be hurt. Even become an enemy. 

Map: I’m a coward. It’s why I live alone in this cottage. Away from everyone else.

Quartz: Sounds like the ruin on the hill isn’t the problem. It’s you.

Map: Tell me something I don’t know. 

Quartz: Maybe. We’re not finished yet. (looks up at me) Hear me, scribbler? You and Christopher will have to wait. (returns his attention to Map) I want to hear more about this other part of you. Guessing you want to talk about her, too.

Map: Him. Maybe I do.

Quartz: (surprised) Him, huh? All right. Let’s make this a three parter. 

Map doesn’t argue. 

(To be continued)

#RainbowSnippets: A Symposium in Space

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For my own, Phaedra reveals a little more about herself and the future she’s part of in A Symposium in Space

What would it have been like, to grow inside another woman’s body, being nourished by her, my heart beating inside her? It sounded terrifying, being that close to someone else, needing someone else so utterly and completely. 

Perhaps if I had experienced such closeness, I wouldn’t seek it with other people. I wouldn’t need them so badly. 

Perhaps I wouldn’t have been desperate for any kind of affection I might get from Pausania. 

“Men might have done those things to fill the emptiness inside of them,” I murmured. “A child could never grow within their bodies. Maybe that inability to create life became a void they sought to fill.”

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