Rainbow Snippets: A Symposium in Space

Welcome to Rainbow Snippets!

Every Saturday or Sunday, 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, Phaedra will continue to watch Pausania…and the orb…in A Symposium in Space…

She stalked toward the orb, carrying a wine glass in one hand. It tilted precariously, threatening to drip its contents upon her elaborately patterned rug.

This irritated me. I’d got her that furnishing, saved up my meager pennies from poetry readings and space runs to see that she had something special to adorn her apartment. True, she’d never shown more than a temporary admiration for its beauty, but her casual contempt was like a slap in the face.

“Phaedra has no interest in your shallow attempts to feed on her emotions, Agathea.” Pausania waved a hand at the orb.

 

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Conversations with Christopher: Even More Quartz

Once more Christopher faces a certain grumpy dwarf only this time he’s stroking his silvery-black beard in a pensive fashion.

Christopher: Back again?

Quartz: Aye. I’ve got concerns about my story. Concerns I think the scribbler will mull over if I talk to you.
Christopher: Aren’t you happy with your story?

Quartz: The scribbler has paused it to go back and look at what she’s written thus far. Aye, it’s better than I thought it would be. Better than she thought it would be. Still…

Christopher: What’s bothering you about it?

Quartz: My Fairest got a very pretty song to sing for her story as well she should. I have a riddle disguised as a rock manual pretending to be a poem.

Christopher: I’m trying to picture that…

Quartz: Exactly! The scribbler is making it too difficult! I want to get across some of the passion I feel for the stones, a love that began when I first heard my mother whisper these lines to me as a lad. They’re neither simple nor beautiful enough, nor do they convey that…special feeling. Besides they ought to rhyme, don’t you?

Christopher: What are these lines?

Quartz: One stone blushes with with life
Another burns with desire
Sunshine gathers in the navel
Sunlit waters lap around the throat
The heartstone pulses pink
While jasper keeps you upright
Darkness gathers at the feet
Blue sorrow and purple wisdom meet in the head
All brought together by the same
The clear quartz of your name.
Christopher: That’s not too bad, although only the last two lines rhyme.

Quartz: It’s a riddle describing a bunch of stones which you can use for healing. One I have to use to gather the rocks together which will fuse into a crystal coffin. I’m not sure if you could even call it verse. My mum could do better than this. So can the scribbler.

Christopher: You could help her, if you’re not happy with this. Start thinking about the stones, what they mean to you. Nudge her imagination.

Quartz: Right. Not sure if my mum actually learned the above. Someone else may have taught it to her.

Christopher: Yes, but how much of what you feel about the stones came from your mother? Began with your mother?

Quartz: Aye, you have a point. I’ll start nudging.

Rainbow Snippets: A Symposium in Space

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For my own, Phaedra will continue to watch, admire, and glower at Pausania in A Symposium in Space…this is just a little longer than six sentences, forgive me…

Her blouse complemented her auburn hair, falling in thick, luxuriant waves over her shoulders.

Those russet tresses were coarser than they looked. They still yielded to brushes, combs, or my worshipful fingers. Tiny strands of copper mingled with the auburn locks, giving her head a halo’s gleam.

It wasn’t natural. Very little about Pausania was natural. She still made everything about her appearance seem artless and unfeigned.

A pity the same wasn’t true of her personality.

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Conversations with Christopher: More Quartz

Once again, Christopher sits facing a far more disgruntled dwarf than the one who hummed and stroked his beard last week, even though it’s still Quartz.

Christopher: I’m guessing that before Camp NaNoWriMo ended, Of Cuckoo Clocks and Crystal Coffins took a turn for the worse.

Quartz: Maddening, it’s ruddy maddening, trying to figure it out. Like sensing the song of a crystal, feeling that quiet energy flow, only to hit a snag, a jarring note. To feel with every instinct there’s a way to move past the snag, only without a clear thought on how to move!

Christopher: Is that where the scribbler left you when Camp ended?

Quartz: She never officially went Camping, although she tried to in her way. No, neither she nor I can blame Camp-or the lack of it-for our current situation.

Christopher: Who do you blame?

Quartz: I’d love to lay it all on that Oriana. Not doubt she’s the wellspring of much of my Fairest’s misery. Got a bad feeling, though. Oriana may not be our only problem.

Christopher: You think Nimmie Not is one of them.

Quartz: Why wouldn’t he be? Always disappearing into a yellow cloud, that one. Fairest’s evil queen, her power materializes as green smoke. Coincidence? Doubt either of us are that lucky.

Christopher: You think there’s a connection between Oriana and Nimmie Not.

Quartz: Smoke and mirrors all mixed with magic, sounds like his kind of mischief. Only that kobold despises humans. He’d never help one of them, unless…

Christopher: Unless?

Quartz: Unless he wasn’t helping her. He might pretend he was helping…or serving her…only to do her a mischief. She’s a human queen, after all, like the one that toyed with his kinsman…shards. He may have been messing with her. And if that Oriana was a Person of Interest in that ruddy magic book of his, well, he’d take an interest, human or not. (He swallows, gripping his knees with unsteady hands.)

Christopher: You look upset.

Quartz: Shouldn’t be. Shouldn’t be surprised either. Kobolds are trouble. Always knew that. He’s just being true to his nature, that’s all. I’m the daft dwarf who let my head be turned by all his pretty talk about being a Person of Interest. Not to mention all that nonsense about being his bride. Sheer folly, all of it.

Christopher: Maybe not. Just because he was playing games with Oriana doesn’t mean he’s playing games with you.

Quartz: Right. He’s always playing games. It’s part of what he is, as much as the thoughts and feelings you’ve absorbed are part of you whether they’re truly yours or not.

Christopher: Thanks.

Quartz: Misery loves company, lad. Never mind me. I’m just…

Christopher: Hurt?

Quartz: Aye. The more fool me.

Christopher: We’re all fools sometimes, Quartz. We don’t have stay that way.

Quartz: Aye, we don’t. Which is why I have to figure this out, this whatever that’s bothering me. For my sake and Fairest’s.

Christopher: Good luck with that…again.

Quartz: Right, once again I need it, don’t I? Here’s hoping I don’t use all my good luck up…

Rainbow Snippets: A Symposium in Space

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For mine, Phaedra, Pausania, and the orb will continue where they left off last Saturday in A Symposium in Space…

Swallowing a sigh, I turned to face Pausania.

She glided into the room with a lazy grace, loose leggings swishing around her slender limbs. As always, she managed not to drag the tassels at the ends of them across her floor. The pants matched the fawn-colored blouse she wore. Tawny beads weighed down the edges of the tunic.

Pausania’s attire was usually a compromise between fashionable and comfortable.

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Conversations with Christopher: Quartz

Christopher, a slender youth with short, coppery-golden hair curling around the neck of his dark turtleneck sits facing Quartz, a robust dwarf with a green waistcoat over a brown tunic and trousers, sporting sturdy scuffed boots and a thick, luxuriant black beard shot with silver.

Christopher: How is Camp NaNoWriMo going? How is your story?

Quartz: Quite well, considering our scribbler isn’t officially participating, but aye, she’s writing. (He crosses his hands in front of his waistcoat) Not as much as she could, but my story is going, yes, it is. (He hums a little under his breath.)

Christopher: You seem happy.

Quartz: Aye, well, it’s awkward, what our scribbler has written. It’ll require polishing, like many a gem to give it a unique shine.

Christopher: Unique shine? Sounds like you’re pleased with your story, if you’re comparing it to a gem.

Quartz: Like I said, it needs polishing. That ruddy cuckoo clock, that crystal coffin, not sure if they’re prominent enough, even in a symbolic fashion to justify being part of the title.

Christopher: You’ve never liked the clock and you’re uneasy about the coffin. I didn’t think you’d want them to be prominent.

Quartz: They’re part of my story. You may not like losing Damian, but that’s part of your story.

Christopher: (a tiny wrinkle puckers his forehead) Just as losing your Fairest is part of yours.

Quartz: No need to get snippy, lad, and no need to ruin my moment.

Christopher: Why shouldn’t I? You get snippy with me when I’m getting all the attention.

Quartz: Oh ho, so you’re admiting you were getting all the attention! Finally some honesty!

Christopher: Fine, go ahead and be honest. What’s so wonderful about this moment of yours?

Quartz: Why our scribbler is writing the part of our story where our Fairest comes in our lives. She’s been writing about her, how my brothers and I get to know her? Why shouldn’t I enjoy it? Especially when I know in this eerie Cauldron-space it won’t last.

Christopher: (the wrinkle in his brow vanishes) You’re right. (His voice softens.) It’s coming soon, isn’t it? The end of your time together.

Quartz: Like I said, no need to ruin the moment.

Christopher: It’s curious how much you bonded with this human girl.

Quartz: Right. She fell in love with someone who all wrong for her, whom no one understood her feelings for. (His nose turned red) Like I’ve never gotten a taste of that.

Christopher: You have?

Quartz: Don’t start.

Christopher: All right, it’s not like I don’t know who you’re talking about. He doesn’t approve of this bond you have with your Fairest, you know.

Quartz: He doesn’t know her.

Christopher: Do you?

Quartz: Anout as well as she knows me and my brothers. We all have secrets.

Christopher: That doesn’t worry you?

Quartz: It’s not like I want to share everything about me. Kind of unfair to expect others to do so, don’t you think?

Christopher: Secrets can be dangerous, especially in places like the Shadow Forest and the Forest of Tears. They manifest as monsters, stalking you, luring you into the darkness where you cannot escape them.

Quartz: Aye, I’ll not deny that. Which is why we’re avoiding those dark places, my brothers, our Fairest, and myself. We’re trying to create a new life, all of us. Every time I walk into our clean cottage, smell what’s cooking in the cauldron, and see our Fairest smiling a little more, I believe it can happen. The darkness backs off.

Christopher: She gives you hope.

Quartz: Aye, like nothing and no one I’ve met.

Christopher: Not even Nimmie Not?

Quartz: How to say it? Fairest is like a breeze coming from the future, a future that’s looking brighter and brighter. Nimmie Not, I’m not sure what kind of future I have with him. I’m not sure what he wants from me or if I can trust him. I’m not sure if I should look to him for any kind of reassurance. It may be pebble-brained to try.

Christopher: He’d be hurt to hear you say this.

Quartz: Aye. (slumps in his chair, his good cheer gone)

Christopher: He’s already jealous of the bond you have with Princess Blanche. He’ll see her as more of a threat if he thinks she makes you happy in a way he can’t.

Quartz: (pressing his lips together) Guess I’ll have to let him know he makes me happy in a way she can’t.

Christopher: How are you going to do that?

Quartz: Not sure. (His nose turns redder.)

Christopher: (sees Quartz may have an idea but he’s not sharing and decides not to push it) Good luck. Both with Nimmie Not and the rest of your story.

Quartz: Thank’ee. (a wistful smile tugs at his lips beneath his whiskers) No doubt I’ll need it.

Rainbow Snippets: A Symposium in Space

Welcome to #RainbowSnippets!

Every Saturday or Sunday, those participating post and share 6 sentences of LGBTQIA+ fiction on their blogs. It can be their own. It can be someone else’s. It just needs to be LGBTQIA+.

For my own, I’m continuing where I left off last Saturday in A Symposium in Space…

They controlled the spaceways, spamming the universe with their advertising. Their shining, three-dimensional billboards and oversized spacecrafts were everywhere, dominating the skyline.

It was more than a little annoying.

“A symposium is nothing more than a dinner party.” Melodic and laced with sarcasm, my paramour’s voice floated into the room before she made her appearance.

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Conversations with Christopher: The Orb

Christopher sits in his chair, facing a bright pink orb that resembles an eyeball, floating in midair.

Orb: (Agathea’s melodic, suggestive voice comes from it) Curious. This place is not the Intergalactic Democracy, yet it touches upon its space, upon all space.

Christopher: You’re a communications device from the Intergalactic Democracy, aren’t you?

Orb: Only the very latest in communication devices that belong to one of the most powerful citizens of the Intergalactic Democracy in question. And you, you seem like a boy, but you’re both more and less than that. You’re light, color, and the shadow devouring all, struggling for substance.

Christopher: Very prettily put.

Orb: My creatrix is a poet among other things. She’s won awards for her epic tragedies. And you, you speak with a confident arrogance no male in the Intergalactic Democracy could muster, yet you are soft-spoken in a way that the men I have records of from Ancient Earth weren’t. Meaning you’re from somewhere else, but I can see the conflicting colors within your make-up, mingling, becoming one, making you more than simply a boy, a girl, or any individual. You’re made of many elements of heart, mind, and soul, yet you’re somehow shrinking, clinging to the form you wear. Fascinating.

Christopher: You see a great deal.

Orb: I am the latest technology, capable of accessing more than the five senses life givers acknowledge. I use those senses and beyond on the behalf of my creatrix, although all you see me do in A Symposium in Space is deliver a dinner party invitation.

Christopher: That’s not all you do.

Orb: No, it’s not. I try to get a sense of Agathea’s potential guests, reading them, speaking to them. Phaedra, for instance, is very clear, direct, almost like a light, radiating out her intentions and her curiousity.

Christopher: Yes, I can see that.

Orb: Pausania is very different. Her temperament is like a star, burning itself out in a white-hot burst. Her rage simmers at the very core of her being, giving her energy she doesn’t know what to do with. This creates a monstrous dissatisfaction within her, along with dishonesty. It’s difficult to read her intentions with all that bubbling within.

Christopher: It may have hard to read Pausania, but you accomplished your goal, didn’t you? You invited Phaedra and Pausania to your symposium.

Orb: Not just Phaedra and Pausania. I delivered all of my invitations. And I’m certain all of Agathea’s guests will come. It just required a little nudging in the right direction. And now allow me to deliver that same invitation to all of you readers. Please do attend. My creatrix’s gathering should be sublime, although the conversation shall inform the meal. You’ll see what I mean…
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Rainbow Snippets: A Symposium in Space

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For my own, I’ll continue to snippet from A Symposium in Space (which I’ll be reading from later today on the Facebook BAQWA Event)…

“A symposium?” I murmured, confused by the archaic word. It conjured more images of Ancient Earth, but this time of our patriarchal past. An era when those who looked at you were referred to as patronizing rather than matronizing.

Such barbarism was behind us. A new democracy had spread out from Ancient Earth, across space, freeing women from their former bondage to male thoughts and ideas.

The only problem was this democracy was dominated by the wealthy and the powerful, just as too many societies had been in the past.

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Conversations with Christopher: Phaedra

Christopher sits facing a young woman with short dark hair and green eyes, dressed in an orange jacket with pocket protectors.

Phaedra: (blinks and looks around her) I’d forgotten what it like in the Cauldron. Fourth wall space, beyond the confines of my universe, knowledge pouring into my head I couldn’t possibly have.

Christopher: Welcome back. Lately my visitors have all been from Of Cuckoo Clocks and Crystal Coffins, a story in progress very different from A Symposium in Space. What knowledge do you have now that you’re here?

Phaedra: Well, I know the scribbler is doing a reading from A Symposium in Space at 4:15 p.m. P.S.T., which is a time zone on Ancient Earth. (She blinks.) I must be back in the past.

Christopher: And I’m from a universe completely different from yours. I grew up in a matriarchy far more sinister than your Intergalactic Democracy, if I consider the Gardens of Arachne from an outside perspective. It’s funny what you see from an outside perspective.

Phaedra: A matriarchy? I suppose you could call the Intergalactic Democracy that. Men can’t vote at present. Not that there are many men around in the Intergalactic Democracy. You’re the first one I’ve spoken to. Um, you are a man, aren’t you?

Christopher: Sometimes I wonder. I’ve been so many people in the Shadow Forest. Not all of them were men or women. Absorbing so much thought and feeling from so many different individuals, being a part of so many happy endings, when the very ideals of happiness shift from perspective to perspective, all of that changed me.

Phaedra: Huh? I’m not sure what you’re talking about.

Christopher: Neither am I.

Phaedra: What you’re saying is you’re not sure who you are, let alone what you are?

Christopher: I couldn’t have said it better myself.

Phaedra: And whether you’re a man or a woman might have been important once, but you’re no longer certain if it matters?

Christopher: (he pauses to consider her words) I’ve never thought of it quite like that, but yes, you may be right.

Phaedra: Wow, I’ve never met anyone who thought like you before.

Christopher: Thank you. Your questions are making me think.

Phaedra: Well, Sokrat says it’s through questions we reach the truth. Each question is a step towards wisdom.

Christopher: Sokrat may be right. I think I’ve used that method myself to understand things, by asking questions. Damian used it, too.

Phaedra: Damian?

Christopher: Someone who was once very close to me.

Phaedra: Like Pausania was once close to me. I lose her in A Symposium in Space and find her again. Or perhaps she loses and finds me.

Christopher: I envy you. I wish I’d find Damian.

Phaedra: Have you been looking?

Christopher: There are places I’m afraid to look.

Phaedra: It sounds like you know where to find him.

Christopher: It does, doesn’t it? I’m worried that he’s changed. That he’ll no longer be Damian.

Phaedra: We all change. It can be frightening, but it can be wonderful, too. Don’t be afraid of what Damian has become. It won’t make finding him any easier, will it?

Christopher: You may be right about that, too.
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