#RainbowSnippets: Stealing Myself From Shadows

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For mine, Duessa isn’t simply going to accept some cheeky tidbit of a boy claiming her precious nephew in Stealing Myself From Shadows, oh no…

 The lady took a few more rustling steps, close enough to reach out the upper most hands to touch Damian’s cheek. 

     “He is still an Ashelocke while I am still the Ashelocke matron.” Another hand touched his neck. “He belongs to me.”

     I was wedged between the two of them, Duessa and Damian. There was something disturbingly symbolic and not entirely unfamilar about this position. 

     “This means you belong to me as well.”

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#RainbowSnippets: Stealing Myself From Shadows

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+.

To sample various LGBTQIA+ stories, go to…

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As for mine, uh oh. Christopher just claimed Damian as his in Stealing Myself From Shadows. Just how is his arachnocratic aunt going to react? (It will take a little longer than six sentences, forgive me.)

Perhaps I shocked him out of his fear. His fingers went utterly still beneath mine. 

     All right, I was a bit shocked myself at my own boldness. Had I just claimed Damian as my own in front of his spiderish aunt?

     Well, he had offered me his hand. 

     “Are you now? How sweet!” The lady widened her smile, yet she narrowed her eyes.  All eight of them. “You do realize it is my nephew and ward. Damian is still an Ashelocke, no matter what he may play at.”

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#RainbowSnippets: Stealing Myself From Shadows

Welcome to Rainbow Snippets!

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Damian’s aunt pick up where I so rudely interrupted her for #BloggingFromAZAprilProject: Character Blurbs (and she’s not amused, gulp!) in Stealing Myself From Shadows…

 “Duessa Ashelocke, guardian of the Gardens of Arachne.” She fixed a pair of bright, slitted golden eyes upon me, hungry as a serpent’s. The worst were the last. They were blood-red, the exact hue of her lips. 

     “Yes, this is my aunt.” Damian took a step closer. “Duessa, stop it. You’re frightening Christopher.”

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#RainbowSnippets: Stealing Myself From Shadows

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 mine, Stealing Myself From Shadows continues with Duessa revealing some of the attributes an arachnocrat possesses…

To add to this spider-like impression, the lady opened her eyes, the other six. 

     What I’d thought were scars were delicate eyelids. They raised themselves to reveal glistening orbs of different hues. She’d been regarding us with soft, amber brown ones, but she lifted long lashes to reveal a pair as rose-purple as Damian’s. 

     Lost in that enticing stare, I felt the hairs rise on the back of my neck. “You must be Damian’s aunt.”

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P is for Peter

Stealing Myself From Shadows isn’t nearly as important as giving other people what they want. I’ll be anything The Hand and the Eye of the Tower desires me to be if they’ll only believe in me, love me. A Godling for Your Thoughts? You choose the form I’ll manifest as. I’ll be whatever god or devil suits your whim or a humble sprite to take your hand, guiding you to your wish. You are My Tool, My Treasure. I live to serve your whim. No need to spin a Web of Inspiration. Bind me as you desire and enjoy yourself. My Cusps Overfloweth as long as yours do. I’m here to put a smile or a leer on your face. See? I just made you laugh. Love it when I do that. 

#RainbowSnippets: Stealing Myself From Shadows

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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Here Stealing Myself From Shadows continues with Duessa Ashelocke toying with her potential prey while the prey wavers between fear and desire…

She stretched out her first pair of arms along with her second as if she meant to embrace us.  The third and fourth glided red-tipped fingernails along the shelves on either side, lingering on a crystal here, a box there. “Quite a surprise to discover she’s kept such a delectable secret from me.”

     I gazed at the hand, imagined them making hand signs, gestures for casting a spell. 

     How many more could she cast, having eight hands? All the better to catch her prey within her webs. 

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H is for Hebe

I have no desire to be Stealing Myself From Shadows. Too often my former self comes back to haunt me again and again in many a drinking goblet until I smash her. That doesn’t stop her from coming back. I need a new self, a better self. A woman capable of guiding The Hand and the Eye of the Tower. A decisive leader who gives A Godling for Your Thoughts? A rare beauty whom could be My Tool, My Treasure. A cunning woman capable of dancing along the strands of a Web of Inspiration. Only when I change will My Cusps Overfloweth. Why can’t I? If Christopher can be reborn, why not me? I feel he’s the key of my own rebirth, for finding my better self. I’ve just got to watch him and be ready for her. 

#RainbowSnippets: Stealing Myself From Shadows

Welcome to Rainbow Snippets! Happy Easter to all who celebrate it!

Every Saturday or Sunday those participating in Rainbow Snippets post and share six sentences of LGBTQIA+ on their blogs. It can be from their own stories. It can be from someone else’s. It just needs to be LGBTQIA+.

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For mine, Stealing Myself From Shadows continues along with Duessa enjoying Christopher’s attention while he wavers between desire and fear, only to realize these feelings aren’t completely his own…

She seemed to bask in my attention, allowing her smile to grow, parting blood-red lips, a pink tongue darting out to touch her mouth. 

     I shuddered, uncertain if I was in the grip of fear or desire, only to realize I was reacting to the vibration in Damian’s own fingers. He was trembling. 

     “I know Gabrielle better than she knows herself.” The eight-armed lady took another rustling step closer. “Somehow she produces a mysterious son I knew nothing about.”

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G is for Gabrielle

I’m not Stealing Myself From Shadows. I’m giving people back themselves, one curio at a time. The people who’ve lost part of their their memories, their hopes, something they never realized was vital. They’re the ones who are drawn to the Navel, unsure why, looking for what they lost. It shows up here, often in a form they’d never expect. A cup, a doll, a box containing pictures or cards. Not that what they’re looking for is necessarily what they need. My Tool, My Treasure varies depending on the situation. They’re dangerous titles to give anyone. I should know. I’ve tried to live up to both of them and failed. I’ve been caught in a Web of Inspiration and My Cusps Overfloweth. I’ve been told I’m destined for great things, but I prefer to help others in a small way. No matter how petty or ridiculous that help seems to my nearest and dearest. 

D is for Damian

Who am I? If we’re in the Navel, I’m whomever you wish me to be. Oops, that’s only if you think we’re in the Navel. We may actually be in the Shadow Forest. You got me. In the Navel I was someone I wished I wasn’t. In the Gardens of Arachne. I was always someone someone else wished I wasn’t. Enjoy me while I last Beyond the Door. I’m always Stealing Myself From Shadows, every chance I get, even when they think they’re stealing me. I’m friend and foe in equal measure to The Hand and the Eye of the Tower, depending on what choices they make. I’ll give you A Godling for Your Thoughts? if you ask you for it, but what will I take in return? Only with Christopher am I myself, but he’s still My Tool, My Treasure even if he redefines himself. Especially if he redefines himself. We’re both caught in a Web of Inspiration yet we’re learning to pluck its strands to yield results. My Cusps Overfloweth with potential for all I may give my potential to someone else. I’ll offer anyone a glimpse of the truth who dares to look. No one strays from the path in the Shadow Forest and stays the same. No one wants to. Besides I must maintain a little mystery as I go my merry way. We’ll see soon enough what I’m up to.