#MeMeMonday: Protecting the Lights

Welcome to Me Me Monday! A day to strut, promote, and celebrate your Me-ness!

Leiwell and Map might be proud of themselves and their family, but they’re cautious of showing that pride to outsiders. How to strike a balance between being a part of their world and staying safe in it? Leiwell contemplates this in the next part of Protecting the Lights…

 

We did our best to work hard, tending those flowers, fruits, and vegetables. Map insisted on doing the bulk of it. I tried to helping with the digging and pulling as much as I could, so my brothers’s hands would remain smooth and unweathered.

“You shouldn’t keep them from work. It does you good, all of you, plunging your hands into the soil.” Map dragged an onion out of the soil for emphasis. “Digging in the dirt connects you to the heart of the world.”

“Too often people are judged by their hands.” I fumbled to express my worry, based on a prejudice held in too many of the worlds I’d walked through. “I don’t want that to happen to Danyel and Tayel.”

“We’ll all be judged by more than our hands if outsiders ever find and catch us. We’re too different.” Map scowled up at the bluff over our cottage for emphasis.

Up there was the road which wagons came from, passing through to somewhere else. Sometimes they stopped to haggle with Mag. Most of them just rolled by.

“We’re lucky.” Map tapped a dirty finger against her nose. “We’ve been ignored. No one has looked too closely at us…yet.”

How her words haunted me. How long would it be before someone stopped on that road and looked at us? Looked long enough to judge us and interfere with us?

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#RainbowSnippets: Protecting the Lights

Welcome to Rainbow Snippets!

Every Saturday, those participating post and share six sentences of LGBTQIA+ fiction at their blogs.

It can be their own. It can be someone else’s. It just needs to be LGBTQIA+.

To read a wide variety of samples from LGBTQIA+ stories, go to

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For mine, I’m picking up where I left off for Me Me Monday in Protecting the Lights, my Tales of the Navel/The Shadow Forest freebie story. It’s just slightly longer than six sentences…

 

I gazed up at the ladder in the middle of the room, leading to the attic bedroom. I’d given that room up to the twins once they’d grown big enough for their own bed. I wouldn’t intrude upon the solitary bedchamber where Map slept, too often restless with her many aches and pains.

The floor was fine with me. We didn’t have a lot of space at the Old Cottage, the only survivor of a village long gone. Fruits and vegetables grew aplenty in the garden beyond the lawn, not that my brothers and I ate much. We derived more nourishment from each other’s company and the garden’s beauty than any food.

#MeMeMonday: Protecting the Lights

Welcome to Me Me Monday! A day to promote, strut, and celebrate your me-ness!

Dyvian is certainly trying to promote himself, wooing his creation by taking him by hand, offering a taste of all places Leiwell can go to, as long as he stays by Dyvian’s side. Picking up where they left off on Saturday in Protecting the Lights…

 

I placed my damp fingers in his and closed my eyes. Nothing existed anymore, only his hand in mine.

“Walk with me.” Dyvian led me, step by step over soft ground which might have been turf or a rug. I couldn’t tell. Nothing solid lay beneath my boots. “That’s right. Just hold onto me. I’ll keep you safe.”

I’m not sure how long we walked before I opened my eyes.

A ornately carved door stood before me set in a dusty wall of bricks.

It led to a hall, filled with statues and marble.

I turned around, gazing at the motionless young men, half covering their naked bodies in each alcove. This place was somehow familar, yet I’d never seen anything like it before.

“You can have anything you wish for here.” Dyvian spun around, robes disappearing. In a pivot on his heel, he was dressed in a velvet doublet with a silk tunic and stockings. “I am the lord of this place. All you have to do is accept me as this.”

I shrank back, only to shudder myself awake upon the cushions on the floor. I was back in the cottage.

#RainbowSnippets: Protecting the Lights

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+.

To read a wide variety of samples of LGBTQIA+ stories, go here…

https://www.facebook.com/groups/RainbowSnippets/?ref=group_header

For mine, Leiwell picks up where he left off on Monday (Me Me Monday) in Protecting the Lights…

 

“Why have you brought me here?” I gazed up at the towers, the falling spray. “What is this place?”

“Somewhere in shadow, an imaginary place of possibility.” Dyvian offered me a hand. “I will now escort you to a reality, my reality, if you’ll let me?”

Me Me Monday: Protecting the Lights

Welcome to Me Me Monday! A day to promote, strut, and celebrate your Me-ness!

The memory Leiwell tastes, however, is hardly celebratory. Picking up in mid thought where Protecting the Lights left off for #Rainbow Snippets…

 

“Duessa, you were the one who’d shaped our realm, created the gardens where boys could grow up gentle. The only males allowed would be those innocent of the violence taught in the world of men. They’d be cut down in the full of their bloom and beauty before any trace of a beard could mar their cheeks. This was your plan, your vision.

Why did you betray it? Why would you allow one of our most promising feasts to grow up? To become one of these monsters?”

I shuddered, wiping my hand against my tunic.

“She must have felt the same way.” Dyvian smiled, the shadows deepening under his eyes. “Desperate to get rid of that thought.”

#RainbowSnippets: Protecting the Lights

Welcome to Rainbow Snippets!

Every Saturday, six sentences of LGBTQIA+ fiction is posted and shared on the blogs of those who participate.

These six can be from their own work. They can be from someone else’s. They just need to be LGBTQIA+.

To read a wide variety of samples of LGBTQIA+ stories, go here…

https://www.facebook.com/groups/RainbowSnippets/?ref=group_header

 

Mine picks up where it left off on Me Me Monday in Leiwell’s story, which I’ve written for this Cauldron, Protecting the Lights…it’s a little longer than six sentences, but clipping it any shorter didn’t quite feel right…

 

“Lost memories gather here, abandoned by those whom no longer have any use for them.” Dyvian released my hand. “Can you taste them?”

I dropped to my knees, dipping my hand into the running, multicolored water, very like the flaming liquid the twins had emerged from.

I lifted my wet fingers to my lips, tasting anger, a possessive fury which invaded my mind, screaming her rage.

“Damian should have mine. My little bridegroom, my perfect marriage feast. My Lady Duessa, you ordered us to sacrifice our sons, our brothers to their brides. Why did you let your own nephew go?”

Me Me Monday: Protecting the Lights

Welcome to Me Me Monday! A day to promote, strut, and celebrate your me-ness!

Leiwell isn’t exactly celebrating, but he’s come to a decision, a resolution, as he picks up right where he left off on #RainbowSnippets…

 

Perhaps this was why I didn’t resist my master when I dreamed of him again.

Once more, I descended the stairs into a chamber filled with tapestries. I wandered among the sad tapestries of faded events, shivering whenever a ghost of a memory reached out with misty fingers to touch my shoulder.

I allowed them to draw into a cloth landscape of forest, rivers, and the tower looming over everything.

I found myself in the darkness beyond the Door, hungry, fastening its legion of cold mouths to my warmth.

“This one belongs to me.” Dyvian wrapped my hand in his own warmth, stepping out of the shadows. Solid. Seemingly real. “Open up for us. Show us what’s possible.”

He led me by the hand toward a shining crack in the darkness. We’d walk toward it, lifting our hands to shield ourselves from the reality creeping toward us…

…only to find ourselves on a street lined with shrines, gleaming towers sparkling above us. Rainbow water fell from the towers in a cascading waterfall to land in the stream.