I think I maybe think too much
Princess and Butterbean aka that kitten story is all edited and awaiting its release day. Which is in August. The 13th? Something. I don't do numbers. And Arthur and Bertie "A Boy and His Dragon" has been accepted. I don't know when they will publish it.
I should be really excited about that. But I am in that stage where I think I should have held onto it for another few billion years, which always happens to me. I hate to let things go.
Huh. Very Bertie-like of me.
Anyway, then I started watching Teen Wolf and now I have wolves on the brain again and that isn't what I'd planned to do and argh!
Meanwhile, other things progress slowly:
“You’re special, you don’t understand.”
How quickly Walter could have him flying again. Hyacinth floated closer, just a touch helplessly. It was almost shameful in a fairy in his middle years… if fairies could feel shame. Someday he was going to have to get Walter to explain shame. He imagined it as something ugly and unpleasant.
“Special?” he repeated, warm all over. Walter began to stutter. It was indecently charming. It only got worse when Hyacinth touched down in front of him.
“I mean, you’re a Being. You… you don’t have rules, or fear. You can’t get hurt.”
Hyacinth frowned as delicately as he could with the ache in his chest. He grabbed the hand Walter had left at his stomach and put it over his heart. Walter looked up into his eyes, and his were such a deep, dark blue that Hyacinth was drowning.
“I can get hurt, Walter. It doesn’t feel good, having you humans regard us as freaks, those of you that do. But some of you like us, more than can admit it. I suppose that’s why I don’t understand what frightens you.” His honest frustration had him growling like a Were and then dropping Walter’s hand to turn away.
“Hyacinth.” Walter exhaled and then groaned. “You left the mic on. Again. Because you…” he couldn’t seem to get the words out evenly, “you seem to enjoy putting me on display.” He shifted as if he couldn’t be still.
“Sorry.” Hyacinth tried to be, if only because Walter was trembling. “Is that a problem?”
I should be really excited about that. But I am in that stage where I think I should have held onto it for another few billion years, which always happens to me. I hate to let things go.
Huh. Very Bertie-like of me.
Anyway, then I started watching Teen Wolf and now I have wolves on the brain again and that isn't what I'd planned to do and argh!
Meanwhile, other things progress slowly:
“You’re special, you don’t understand.”
How quickly Walter could have him flying again. Hyacinth floated closer, just a touch helplessly. It was almost shameful in a fairy in his middle years… if fairies could feel shame. Someday he was going to have to get Walter to explain shame. He imagined it as something ugly and unpleasant.
“Special?” he repeated, warm all over. Walter began to stutter. It was indecently charming. It only got worse when Hyacinth touched down in front of him.
“I mean, you’re a Being. You… you don’t have rules, or fear. You can’t get hurt.”
Hyacinth frowned as delicately as he could with the ache in his chest. He grabbed the hand Walter had left at his stomach and put it over his heart. Walter looked up into his eyes, and his were such a deep, dark blue that Hyacinth was drowning.
“I can get hurt, Walter. It doesn’t feel good, having you humans regard us as freaks, those of you that do. But some of you like us, more than can admit it. I suppose that’s why I don’t understand what frightens you.” His honest frustration had him growling like a Were and then dropping Walter’s hand to turn away.
“Hyacinth.” Walter exhaled and then groaned. “You left the mic on. Again. Because you…” he couldn’t seem to get the words out evenly, “you seem to enjoy putting me on display.” He shifted as if he couldn’t be still.
“Sorry.” Hyacinth tried to be, if only because Walter was trembling. “Is that a problem?”
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