This inspired a story which turned into a monster, much to Dayel's dismay. He found himself being dragged to a festival. Danyel wanted to take his time, enjoying Omphalos's attempt to have a such thing, an attempt which takes place between my unpublished Tales of the Navel/The Shadow Forest novels, The Hand and the Eye of the Tower and A Godling for Your Thoughts?
I'm not too worried about spoilers, although there are hints of what's to come. :)
Here we are for #QueerBlogWed, picking up right where the twins left off in Part 2, headed for Juno and Mel's booth...
“I’ve been wondering.” Danyel tried to make the words casual, off hand. “What color is Juno’s character?”
“Red.” Dayel answered, falling into their old game. “Red with repressed passion, rage, and a burning need to take action in the face of adversity.” He frowned at his own words. “Only Juno has faded to pink.”
“What makes you think that?” Danyel kept one violet blue eye fixed on his brother, still moving towards his destination.
“Her passion has diminished.” Dayel tried to articulate the desperate, florid gestures of their new neighbor, who waved her hands, allowing the jewels on her rings to flash. “She’s trying to get it back, but her fire is dwindling to embers, leaving a faint rosy remembrance.”
Danyel didn’t have a chance to reply. The two boys stopped in front of Juno’s booth.
“Hello, dears!” Juno beamed at the twins. “See anything you’d like for your mothers?”
“Or for yourselves.” Mel didn’t beam at them. She cast a speculative eye upon the twins.
Dayel squirmed, feeling like he was being probed for weaknesses.
“Several of the rings and necklaces would suit you very well.” Mel flickered her gaze from Dayel to Danyel to the jewelry on display in front of her.
“Oh ho!” Juno chortled, lifting a pudgy hand to cover her mouth. “This may be so.” Her gray eyes gleamed with amusement. “Feel free to see if anything suits your fancy.”
Fanciful wasn’t the expression that transformed Danyel’s entire face.
His eyes widened. His lower lip began to tremble.
He fixed his gaze on a particular ring, ignoring everything else on display.
Dayel turned his attention toward the item, ready to scowl at it. Nothing was allowed to distress his twin like that. Not even a bauble.
Golden strands intersected with the ruby at the center, like filaments of a spider’s web. The ruby itself seemed to wink at him.
To be continued on Saturday in Part 4.
Nice! I really like these dynamics. Happy Writing!
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