Mirror Darkly

 

Mate. With Fhlorain.  Creepy, white and red—I-want-you-for-your-power Fhlorain. No way was I going to mate, god that sounds gross, with it. I hardly allowed, no comments please, Volker to ‘mate’ with me. Why on earth, or where ever the fuck this place was, would, I let the pale Kir mate with me?! And I doubt he mean a roll in the sand as is per usual to Volkir. Not that I wanted that from the little blighter either. That’s just ew.

He kept going on about some counsel shit saying it was already decided. Don’t most counsels want male/female pairing for kids and shit—what with the man on man forced marriage? Not that the pale ‘lord’ looked upset. I couldn’t tell if he liked me or hated me. I mean he would give me these looks of hate, but then he would give these lustful gazes. Oh-I-so-do-not-want. 

“Thinking of us?” oh god the look he gave me, I just wanted to scrub myself.

“Yes, but not how you think no doubt.”

“We would look good together.” He purred picturing it. My brain was just raped by that comment. There is no way to un-see that mental image.

“Sorry I don’t swing that way man.”

“You will do as your told.” He snarled. Does everyone have mood swings here?

“And who do you propose would tell me such things? You? As people are so eager to say, I am Kyhan’ling. Who are you to tell me what I must and must not do Kir?” his wings snapped out and his eyes darkened to a deep crimson rather than scarlet.

“You will know your place boy! You think yourself a man with your untapped power and arrogance, but you are still a babe. Cross me and I will crush you beneath my heel!” he spat—literally and figuratively. He shot his arm out and made an angry guttural noise.

“Escort the boy out!” he put an extra sneer in his voice as he said boy.

Man I’m just wining all sorts of popularity contests today.

The whole escort thing? Didn’t really happen, seems red and creepy wasn’t as well liked as he thought. At least when there was someone more unusual around. Not quite happy that unusual applies to me now. But I digress; my amusement came clear through my thoughts at the sight of the guard’s lack of movement. To say pale and flouncy Fhlorain was pissed would be an understatement. He decided my humor would be rewarded with a punishment—and not the Volkir-esk I-beat-the-idiot-out-boy stance but a more….personal punishment. Needless to say I made my escape to Volkir’s before that could happen. Considering I liked the bird-man better than my Husband wife to be—does that make my escape eloping? Oh god I hope not. The whole arranged marriage may suck but the thought of shagging Volkir in Xair form is just do-not-want. Wait…would shagging him make into gay sex or bestiality? Ok no, don’t answer that. DO-NOT-WANT!

Volkir seemed less than amused at this new development. Hard to tell if it was from actual loathing of my being forced or if it was because Fhlorain got the position rather than him. Yet another thing to add to the list of don’t-thing-about-thing-ever. He hadn’t had much luck with the records of the house he ransacked checked today. So basically the day was a bust in more ways than one. He had been oddly silent since I had returned. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised—it can’t be nice finding out a lot of what you believed was just guff shoved down your throat by the people men to lead you.

“Ahufre?”

“Hm?”

“Read me a story?”

“What? Why??” what was I? a nurse maid?!

“A story” his voice brooked no argument.

“There once was a man who asked me to read him a story. I punched him in the face. End of story. Now get the fuck to sleep.”

“That’s not very good.”

“It may not be good but it will be true if you don’t shut up.”

“…”