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Posted on November 26, 2015 at 11:58:34 PM by Calvin
| So, Calvin hadn’t been the best friendly lately. No, he had been downright selfish. Blanketed by uncomfortable silence Calvin walked beside Peets. She didn’t even need to tell him how much of a boob he had been. He tugged at the hem of his shirt, pulling the green shirt Whimsy had made him closer about him. The grove seemed empty excepting the memories of all the times they had spent together. There was the bar where Whimsy had saved him from getting jumped by an angry mob when he had foolishly sung a song about the Lomian prince. Then they had stumbled their way off towards those flowers. That was during the days Peets had been unwilling to tolerate contact with other fairies.
The summer black horse stopped outside, staring off into the market. These were not fairies that she had interest in meeting, but she no longer felt the same terror should their gaze rest on her. To Calvin Peets gave a significant glance. Now they were out in front of the midwife’s. Calvin scuffed his foot along in the dirt. Going from a horse to a fairy he had never thought of the consequences of hormones, since he had retained his neuter gender in the transition. Then there was Omni and that weird period of time as someone else, a god of romance. Now, however, there were consequences, and he very well might lose his closest friend in Shaman because now he was himself. He wanted Whimsy as a friend, but nothing more and he had overstepped the bounds of their friendship. Peets remained stubbornly still and insistent, delicately sculpted head arched toward the door. He could have sworn she had eyebrows arched in a recriminating manner. He lifted hands in many shades of green from the darker backs of his hands to the pale spring palms to fuss with his dark, curly hair. Anxiously he looked back at Peets and then forward again. He gave a gentle knock at the door and admitted himself, knowing very well that he might promptly be kicked out. In truth the midwife did look ready to round on him already since he hadn’t waited for her permission. Calvin held his hands up defensively and approached Whimsy quietly. That was when the green-skinned man, a boy really, noticed the fuchsia baby on Whimsy’s chest. A strange, protective feeling came over Calvin. Water pooled in his eyes, making the many shades of brown glisten. He swiped at his eyes with the back of his hand. Calvin didn’t dare to sit. He had something he ought to say first and he was very likely to get thrown out into the street so he had better speak fast. Calvin didn’t know where to rest his eyes, so they darted all over the room, unable to meet Whimsy’s eyes. She certainly wouldn’t have the energy to listen to any kind of lengthy explanation or apology. So, Calvin kept it simple. “I’m sorry, Whimsy,” Calvin said with a good deal of sincerity and contrition, then changing to awe, “He’s beautiful.” What an appropriate color for the offspring of a green-skinned man and a hummingbird. |
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- Stars cannot shine without Darkness - By Whimsy December 6, 2015 at 02:09:10 AM
- the grass is always greener - By Calvin December 7, 2015 at 11:07:50 PM
- Stars cannot shine without Darkness - By Whimsy December 10, 2015 at 06:09:36 AM
- the grass is always greener - By Calvin December 7, 2015 at 11:07:50 PM
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