Well we had an idea, and no real plot for it. So I’m thinking what’s really going on here. AJ’s not really got a story. It’s a busy week so hopefully we’ll get this out.
Demons?
Are stupid?
Yeah. I guess.
We got Dee and Sage. Nightmares, maybe demidemons?
AJ does have a kinda story I think.
Our morning dragged on with much more sex than usual, and we found ourselves not quite alone when the night came. Hunter was having a tough go of the whole; there might be an astral walker or something in our home. His dreams worsened the past few nights. “You know that’s because of you, right?” Alex said as we all settled down in bed. Hunter laying curled up in front of me. Alex curled around me at my back, his arm draped over me and Hunter together, pulling us both as close as possible.
“How so?” I asked.
“You haven’t exactly had peaceful dreams yourself.”
“What?” I turned my head to look over my shoulder at my love. “What are you hiding from me?”
Alex shook his head, “Nothing, but you don’t need to wake up to the remnants of your nightmares. I’m making sure you sleep through them all, so you don’t wake up afraid. I can only manipulate you to a small degree.”
I sighed. “You don’t need to do that. I’m a big boy.”
Alex laughed and bit my ear lobe. “I know that, pretty boy. But you don’t need it, and I’m here to keep you safe. Both of you.” Alex patted Hunter’s tummy and tickled him making our son squirm in front of us.
We all did our nightly thing. Hunter rubbed circles around my arm to comfort himself. He focused his thoughts as he slowed his breathing. A technique he was using thanks to Margo. She was doing wonders with him. I was so grateful he was sleeping better most nights.
Alex was already gone, his slow rhythmic breath behind me, lulling me into my own slumber. I wish I could put myself to sleep like Alex, but he wasn’t asleep. His mind was wide awake as he walked Erebus.
It took me a lot longer than either of them to drift off to sleep. My own body keeping me awake. The anxiety from the morning still making me tense despite the relaxing I’d done for the past few days. It was almost torturous. As my dream started, Alex pulled me into the dream plane. He was waiting, “Hey, pretty boy.”
“Hey.” I gave him a shy smile. I seemed more coy than usual, and I wasn’t sure why. There was nothing to hide from Alex, or that Alex didn’t know. But that shy streak persisted, and he smirked at me and my blush.
“You need to behave,” Alex said. “We have work to do.”
“I’m not doing anything,” I said.
Alex nodded to me, and I looked down to see myself in nothing. “That’s all you,” I said.
Alex shook his head. “Nope. Pretty boy, I can’t make you do anything here. I can only change things around here. Long gone are the days that I could manipulate your person. And even then, it was tough. You were always so difficult.”
I stuck my tongue out at him as my classic wardrobe appeared. Alex frowned, “Of all the things in the fucking world, you wear that tattered gray hoodie.”
I frowned, “Sorry.”
Alex sighed, “No, I’m sorry. I know it’s comforting.”
“It’s armor. I may not need it to hide the scars, but…”
Alex wrapped his arms around me in the blink of an eye. “I know, baby.” He kissed me soft and slow, and I moaned into his mouth. But Alex pulled away, “Let’s go watch the show.”
The next moment we found ourselves in our dreamland apartment. T gray scruffy cat skirted from one place to another with the elf on his back. “Fucking Eddie,” Alex shouted.
With the shout, there was a sudden collapse of the world. Eddie the cat, Alex, and myself stood in the emptiness of Erebus. Eddie looked at us confused. “Why am I here? I have work to do.” Eddie Murphy’s voice came out of the mouth of the cat that had been my pet for the past five years.
“Why are you trashing the house?” Alex asked the fury in his voice was plain.
“Trashing? No, I’m giving the elf magic.”
“You are trashing the house.” Alex pushed forward again.
Eddie looked at me, “Is this why you become frazzled?” The cat’s head tilted to the side in confusion.
I nodded. “You know I don’t like things out of place, and I don’t like glitter.”
Eddie looked at me, lost. “I did not understand this.” He shook his head, “Flesh bodies are so strange. Why does it bother you?”
I sighed. “It’s not something I can explain to you. Stop making a mess.”
“But the children love it so.” Eddie said, “They squeal with delight, but then you make them clean it up.”
“Because it sets him off into a spiral, he has a hard time recovering from. They know it.” Alex growled. “Stop it now, or you’ll be finding yourself locked here every night.”
“You can’t!” Eddie challenged.
Alex glared. “Watch me.” He took my hand, and we shifted into our dream bedroom, and he looked at me again like he wanted to devour me. Which I would let him do.
In the morning, Rider and Laker had the little mess cleaned up, and Eddie was pouting on the couch. He ignored everyone. But that night, Alex went to check on him, and he’d started again. Us mere mortals confused the cat. How did you explain boundaries to a creature that had none?
The solution to our problem came from an unexpected source – my three-year-old son, Drake. Though to qualify him as a ‘three-year-old’ was to downplay how smart the boy was. Drake was half-dragon, and thus he had the intelligence of a dragon, and the growth rate of one as well. He was smarter than the twins, and he was surpassing even Quinn’s classes. Dragon’s were well known for their wisdom and intelligence.
It was funny watching Drake sitting with the cat curled up in his lap. Eddie was trying to escape, scratching and squirming in the little nether-dragon’s grip. But Drake was stronger than he looked. “Eddie.” He said in his toddler’s voice. “You can’t keep making a mess. Daddy can’t function.” He looked over his shoulder at me. “You are making chaos. I thought you were an agent of Order?”
The simple question surprised me. Eddie had claimed to be that in the dream I’d met him in. And the cat’s howl echoed in everyone’s head, I’m not chaos.
Drake giggled. “Of course not, but you are making a choice. It’s making chaos in our house. Don’t you love us? We love you.”
Eddie looked over at me. His ears flattened to his head, and Drake let him go. The cat crawled over to me, asking for forgiveness. “I love you. But please no more messes, okay?”
The cat pushed his body against my legs. I picked him up, gave him a quick hug, and scratched behind the ears and sat down with the youngest of my kids, and smiled. “You are so wise.” Drake looked up at me with his beautiful orange eyes beaming with pride. “Thank you, Drake.” I scratched behind Eddie’s ears, “And thank you, Eddie, for trying to help.” The cat meowed his pleasure, and we had no more messes. The little elf on the shelf continued to move around the apartment. He without any adult supervision – real magic – moved by the Umbra itself.
But it happened for another three days, and no one fessed up to the prank. We had run out of suspects. Sage thought it was hilarious, “Dude, it’s magic. It’s supposed to do that.”
I sighed as he sat on my couch with my laptop. I strung up the security cam wires to catch whoever it was that was making my mornings worse. Everyone was stepping around me. My assistant was pushing calls and work at Ant or Alex and skipping me altogether. My phone was silent, Alex had commandeered it two days ago and refused to let me have it. He kept me on schedule, though he was out of the house at the moment doing his thing. It was me and Sage in our empty apartment. Eddie was walking around the living room staring up at the camera. He definitely wasn’t a normal cat.
“Sage, it’s a doll.” I commented, “It doesn’t do anything we don’t want it to. And no one in my household would do this to me. It’s not funny. I can’t work. The whole thing sets me off in a bad way. Think if you had a whole crowd of strangers come up and hug you for no reason.” Sage shuddered, “That’s me right now.”
Sage sighed. “I’m helping, aren’t I? You know it’s Rider, Laker or one of the kids. You know how kids are.”
“You can’t lie with telepaths around Sage. And I have 3 naturals, and 1 partial excluding my limited ability around. They say they didn’t do it, I believe them.”
“Even your normal life is so not normal, Nox.” He laughed as he turned the laptop around. “It’s on a rotating random circuit. So no one can predict it.”
“Except you.” I grinned at him.
“And you.” He laughed. “All programming randomness is…”
“I know Sage, I know how my ability works.” I interrupted before he could get into the real technical side of how a computer worked. He liked computers much more than people. Sometimes I didn’t blame him for that one.
That night we all went to sleep with the elf on the shelf sitting where we’d left it. When we woke, the house was a mass of glitter, and the elf had moved to a new spot. I wasn’t freaking out as bad this morning watching the live feed of the camera when I woke up. Alex was still snoozing next to me. “Go back to sleep Nox.” he sighed.
I leaned over and kissed his cheek, “Can’t.”
Alex groaned and sat up and pulled me into his arms, dragging the laptop with me so he could see too. And we rewound the playback until things started happening. Watching the house clean itself in reverse was amazing. I wish it was as easy as that.
The elf flew on wings of nothingness. We watched in stunned silence. “Hunter, Cass, Drake, and you are the only ones that could have done that.” Alex pointed at the elf flying around the house in reverse with no help.
“But none of us did it. The kids need to see what they are doing.”
“You don’t?” Alex asked.
I shook my head and guffawed, “Remember my back?”
Alex’s hand ran down the smooth skin of my back, and I froze out of habit but relaxed against his touch after a moment. The scars were gone, but I inflicted them on myself in my sleep. But now they were gone – born again like a Phoenix. Alex sighed, “So who or what else could it be? Dee gave it to them, could it be a demon?”
“I’ve never known a demon to play pranks. There are all sorts of creatures that could have done it, but none of them are invisible. And for an angel, demon or ghost to move things on our plane takes a lot of energy that most can’t muster. Definitely not this much, for this long, and this many times.”
“But something from another plane could do it?” Alex asked. I nodded, and Alex smirked. “So what if watched from the dream plane? That’s the same, right?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. Do you see angels and demons there?”
“That’s where Probhter was,” Alex growled. Those were some bad memories for both of us, ones that we both wanted to forget completely.
“It can’t hurt.” I agreed. “You could use it as a teaching moment for Quinn. She’s always begging you to take her out.”
Alex groaned, “That is so much harder.”
I smiled. “That’s my life with three little ones who are way too strong for their age.”
“They are your kids.” Alex laughed. “Even if Drake is not yours by blood, he feeds off your potential. We all do.”
I sighed. “I should go live on a deserted island, so I don’t infect everyone else.”
“Hell no.” Alex raised an eyebrow and looked at me with lust-filled eyes, “Unless I get to stay alone with you forever.” He leaned down and kissed my neck and started nipping and sucking at his favorite spot. I tilted my head to the side to give him more room and sank into his embrace. I never tired of Alex’s mouth on me. Or anything about Alex for that matter.
Alex laid on the bed smirking at me as I pulled on a pair of boxers and a plain white tank top. He was still naked in bed after having woken me up with some extra Christmas spirit this morning. “You could make breakfast naked,” Alex chuckled.
He knew my answer, but I gave him the look anyway. He laughed, “I know, I know, you’d burn your purty little body.” As he said the words, he stretched out on the bed, and the sheet fell from his body, giving me the whole show. My mouth watered at the temptation to stay for round two. I hesitated for a moment, then blew my love a kiss and headed out the bedroom door.
Three steps down the hall and into the living space, I froze. I claim I’m not a neat freak. It’s one of the things I point out the differences between. I don’t clean, dirt and dust don’t bother me to extreme cleanliness. But everything has its place.
I stared at the glitter-covered surfaces of the couch and the tables, tinsel hung from the ceiling and curtains. Even the ceiling fan was sporting a new silver glint. And in the middle of the room sat the fucking elven doll the kids named Glitter. Fucking elf on the shelf craze had us moving the mundane non-magic toy around the house. It got into things it shouldn’t. Things like the cookie jar, or the plant my dad had given me.
The kids knew it wasn’t real. How could they believe in the fake magic of Christmas when they had real magic? Even Quinn, who had grown up with her human mother in a human world, knew that Santa wasn’t real. Rider had persuaded us to play along, even if everyone knew it was fake. I regretted that decision now.
My heart sped up, and my breath quickened. Chaos tumbled through my head. The silence of the room echoed in my ears, but people piled out from every direction. Alex pulled on a pair of sweatpants as he hopped out of the bedroom door. He stopped behind me with a hand on the small of my back that wrapped around my waist.
Quinn and Cass rounded up the rest of the kids with a mental shout. They all came from various sides of the apartment, and we all stared at the chaos of the room. Eddie, the stupid gray cat, walked through the middle of a large pile of multi-colored glitter. His tiny feet left footprints on the wood floor, and I lost what little control I had.
Noone stopped me as I turned around and went back to my room. I locked the door and curled up in a corner and tried to hold it together. I focused on the voice in my head. It’s okay, pretty boy, we’ll get this cleaned up.
Other words were shifting in my head, words that only Alex could say to calm me down. Things he didn’t even have to say to help. He went through my litany with me. Five things I can see. Four things I can touch, and that’s usually where we got stuck when Alex helped me. Touching almost always resulted in graphic images of things we’d rather be doing. Things we had done earlier that morning. And while it interrupted the flow of the coping mechanism, it worked better than the rest. Distraction was always a good thing, and Alex was King of Distraction. And I loved him for it.
I don’t know how long I sat on the floor in the corner of the room, wearing only my boxers and tank top. Alex walked into the room and carried a tray of homemade breakfast. “Rider made breakfast,” he said as he sat the tray with food for two on the floor. “No one is claiming the deed. For obvious reasons.”
I shook my head, “Why would anyone do that? It’s not like this,” I waved to myself sitting on the floor, “is a big secret.”
Alex shook his head. “I don’t know. But the doll needs to go.”
No! Don’t let Dad get rid of it. Quinn called out in my head, and Alex’s as well from his wince at the loudness of his daughter’s pathing ability.
We’ll clean up the mess. Santa won’t come if he’s gone. Cass cried out, but her giggles soon echoed in my head. Humans are so silly.
I looked at Alex. He grinned, “Up to you.” In my head, Alex played through various methods of destroying the offending elf.
“Fine,” I said out loud. Both girls sighed with relief. “Now get out of my head.”
Alex shook his head, “You were projecting .”
I sighed, “I’m sorry.”
Alex grinned, “I’m used to it, so are they.” He took a few bites of his pancakes and frowned before he asked, “You okay?”
“I will be,” I said. And I was until the next morning when it happened again. Glitter decorated the kitchen along with paper snowflakes.
I spent the whole morning running as a distraction. Alex and I had lunch at his place. And he promised me that it was safe to come home.
I won’t give you any spoilers. But OMG who the fuck thought it was a good idea to create the tiny sparkly pieces in the first place. I mean who actually likes glitter. Sure it makes things glittery and sparkley, but it gets fucking everywhere.
Whoever is tormenting me has absolutely no empathy for me or my family. Because now now only do they have to clean up a glittery mess but they have to deal with me in my high anxiety stage.
Why is this a good story AJ? I can feel the panic creeping in now at just the mention of it. Glitter is worse than sand!
As previously mentioned here are AJ’s notes on the impending story without my comments – that’s tomorrow!
As a side note, each week we’ll only be using one image to collect each of the weeks prompts together. As well as the tags and such, but those are more organization for us and not so much story wise. The tags will likely change as we figure out this stuff this week.
The Kennedy-Sétanta brood is given a mundane gift of the Elf on the Shelf by Dee and Sage but the strange little tradition turns even weirder when no one admits to moving the doll and wreaking havoc on Nox’s organized apartment causing all involved to figure out who is doing the dastardly deed.
Below this images contains the actual paragraph summary of the short story. AJ’s using the snowflake method to start as per usual. Above is the One sentence summary – next step paragraph summary! If you want to read the story without more than the basic information above don’t go below the image! (Note: All notes will contain this image to hide spoilers!)
Culprit: Eddie
Sage and Dee give the kids an Elf on the Shelf which Nox and Alex and the rest of the gang move around the apartment for the first twelve days of Christmas, but on the night of the thirteen everyone forgets to do so except that in the morning Nox wakes to a disaster seemingly caused by the innocuous little elf. While Nox has a panic attack the other clean up the glitter and mess and there is a silent conversation as Alex hunts down the culprit but everyone says they didn’t do it. He even confronts the children who vehemently deny it. After three days of horrific pranks and no one admitting to the deed Nox and Alex set up a camera with the help of Sage in order to catch the culprit red-handed only to find that the elf is floating around the room on unseen hands. On a whim, the next night Alex walks the dream version of their apartment to find Eddie projecting himself across the veils making a mess of the apartment explaining that he was only trying to help.
Yeah, this is a stupid tradition a doll with magic? Really?
When there is already magic in the world. But then is Santa Clause real or not? At one point AJ was thinking about maybe doing a Santa Clause real? And have an adventure where he was – magic and all that. But that felt excessively long.
But yesterday after we decided on the prompt we saw the following post. It made me giggle.
https://www.facebook.com/nox.setanta/posts/2773178816078947?xts[0]=68.ARBOxiy-lW9Cq6afU5JeJquY1C6wnivMXPxpJXlv6rkgKU0hWPwNaAYlAEPOQwUEltIC1RNwOhpUbbr6I4I9WPki8xQ_XN6C3ge1JyLQYMkQ_w_TtcWInnfCF2MipqD4F1AuMk-PEikahIsJELLTd28rakqxI6sM6HBBgyC2OXSzZWv27eh5FeUGjCj4Dy0-7pfwHR4Z_oVn0I94yeMHFNJNz4J5fVEFRLQJVOeB-ieGtjd5X8PvzBpC_UnZCoEUTROz5DHH-icVP-TWu9Vu4DP0sj1TkT3X5nenso1-BZxPi1OauF1TVPtaXD_cso0qs8L5hSZE9modQkTPDZ5fV-5jaNVN&tn=-R
Mine: TinselTits The Booty Shakin Back Door Lover
Alex’s is Perky The Orgasmic Man Slammer
And the two fit very well if you ask me. It’s amusing to think of calling your elf on the shelf something a little more naughty. It makes all sorts of images stick out in my head. You see all those elf on the shelf pics of him doing things, I can just see all the sex related ones that could befall this elf if it were just me and Alex.
But it’ll never be just me and Alex. I don’t know if I like that, that we skipped over the just us part. I mean we skipped everything else so what does that matter. Except I like my alone time with Alex. That’s probably why I’m pretty strict on our 3 hour lunches. At least I try to be when there isn’t some epic drama going on in our lives. Alex is mine. And I only want to make him happy.
My post turned a depressing direction I hadn’t intended. That’s me and my rambling brain – sorry.
Tomorrow you’ll get a bit about what the short story will be about sans any comments from me just AJ’s notes.
So AJ is taking on a prompt a week to write a short story based on me and my world next year. And since my story got sorta jumbled AJ is going to give us a practice run. The goal is 3000 words by the end of the week. Today I’ll share the prompt, tomorrow you’ll get my reaction to the prompt. Wednesday you’ll get some notes and ideas on the prompt from AJ’s head, Thursday I’ll react to the story AJ is planning on telling. And Friday, Sat, and Sunday we’ll post the actual unedited version of the short story in 1K bits.
We’ll see if AJ can pull off another one next week, so what would you like to see? Keep in mind it’s a short story so it needs to be able to be done in 3 to 4 scenes and have limited cast members or at least players in the game.
So as the title suggests this week well do a Christmas themed story. The prompt is merely Elf on the Shelf. You’ll get more details on AJ’s take on the story on Wednesday.
The parts are all messed up.
AJ has to read and look through what’s going on. We don’t know.
Alex
We were having a not so great conversation about the past. I hadn’t been surprised by the question in so much that he wanted to know those what ifs. I had played through so many of them, and it all came down to be being scared of his eventual rejection. He said the same thing I told myself, we’d never know how things could have gone. I almost walked away then but the image on the phone I caught a glimpse of and the conversation I only half understood was one of the whole things I’d helped him with as kids. He was so fucking needy that he felt the need to stick with any fucker who would have him.
It pissed me off. Specially as a kid when I wasn’t good enough for him. But then we didn’t share the same things that way. It had never been about feelings, though he took great comfort in me when we were younger, but that stopped right around the same time he started liking boys. I had thought it was because he didn’t like me like that, but in the end I guess it was because he did like me like that. All the things we should have said and we didn’t. It was a fucking mess.
He showed me the dark picture of his beau fucking another guy. I knew that chain and I knew the asshole it belonged to. But what bothered me more was that Nox was in New York and so was I and neither of us knew that. He was so upset he missed that detail too as I texted his fucking boyfriend and took note of his number I’d be having a good long talk with him when I got home. No one treats Nox like a piece of trash.
Nox stared at me as I told him to find someone else. “Like who?” He sighed, “You? As if that were even possible anymore.” He looked at the door we’d come from and leaned against the gate and stared at the stream of light that bid us welcome back inside. “Your girlfriend is probably missing you by now.”
“She’s not my girlfriend. She thinks she’s my agent and she’s a good fuck.”
Nox laughed, “Always the adventure.” He sighed, “Did you ever want to settle down and have a family?” He turned back around and looked out on to the field.
Such a serious question. He looked ready to leave and now he was serious and sorta depressed. “I don’t know.” I answered truthfully. “Never had anyone I wanted to get that serious with.”
“Never?” He asked.
I shook my head, “You?”
“Sean and I were serious when we first met. I was working as sous chef at an Italian place and he was in law school. He said all the right things, took care of things, made me happy. But about three months after we adopted a little boy I caught him cheating. I expect it wasn’t the first, but it was the first one I’d caught him in bed with, in our home. He left, took our son, the courts ruled to put him in foster care and he eventually got adopted again by another family.”
“Why did you ever get back with him after that?” I asked.
“He said all the right things. Said he changed. That he wasn’t ready. All he wanted was back in my bed, and at my dining room table.”
“At least he has good taste.” I chuckled. Nox smiled which was the point of it. “I don’t get it, you know he’s a dick.”
Nox nodded knowingly and gave me a wry smile, “My life isn’t on hold waiting for him. He’s good company. The sex is alright.”
“But he’s not Mr. Right?” I asked.
He laughed, “There is only one Mr. Right, and he’ll never settle down, always live a life of adventure and sex with hot women and pretty men. I don’t even stand a chance anymore. We don’t swim in the same circle anymore.”
It took a little while for the words to sink in, to understand what he’d said. I was Mr. Right? He was waiting for me? “Why would you wait for a prick like that?”
Nox laughed, “He’s not a prick. He just wants different things. He’s sweet and funny and he takes care of me even when I don’t need it. He never says no, and I can’t say no to him. He makes me laugh, we just aren’t on the same page.”
Nox stood up and pushed away from the gate. “We should get back inside.” He walked to the door and pulled it open and looked back at me when I didn’t move. “Before you leave, I got something at my parents house I wanted to give you. Stop by, alright?”
I nodded still staring after him even as he walked away from me. There was no swing in his step, no happy bounce, instead his shoulders were hunched and his hands in his pockets. But as the door swung closed I saw him straighten his back and I knew he was plastering on his fake smile and no one in the world would know he was a sad boy.
I left a few minutes after he did. I didn’t see him in the hall, or even in the gym. I could pick him out of a crowd no matter what. But he wasn’t there.
Max came up to me wrapped his arm around my shoulders, “Let’s get out of here, the booze ran dry and it’s lame.” His girl was on his arm, and Sissy was wrapping her slender arm around my waist but it had been around Max’s blonde. It looked very much like we’d be going home together – to Max’s place I’d hope, god fucking knows I wasn’t going home with them. My parents would kill me.
Nox
The whole day I couldn’t get Alex off my mind. He was plaguing my thoughts when I had breakfast with my dads. He was still on my mind while I played around at home in the kitchen working on a new recipe with my dad’s permission. And he was still on my mind when I got ready to go to the reunion.
And you’d think the color of my shirt was meant to be I sighed as I donned the ice blue shirt that reminded me Alex’s eyes. I hated our interactions so far. They sucked. I missed my friend, and I’d spent all afternoon after my experiment in the kitchen reading old letters I’d written him. The ones that came back the first few times. I’d written him for years after that too. Though I never mailed them. They just sat in a box until one day I stopped writing him altogether.
So when it came time to go to the reunion the whole outfit played to my mood. I had missed Alex and he was a phone call away. But I never called. And I went to the school reunion alone. Sage and Jace found me almost right away. We talked, caught up a little before their wives were dragging them towards Mia’s friends.
There was no one I really wanted to talk to but I found myself drifting towards the bar. I knew he’d be there. And I hadn’t been wrong. He and Max stood gawking at their girlfriends who were practically making out on the dance floor. Embarrassing, but neither of them seemed to mind. I went to get a water but Jace said what was on my mind as he stopped in front of the other two. Alex and I had met eyes and we sorta just stared until that moment. And then he was dragging me away like old times, away from the asshat that Jace could be.
Jace commented loudly as we left, “They should just get a room already.”
I rolled my eyes. Like Jace had never propositioned me in the boys bathroom. He like boys too, but he kept it a closely guarded secret. Though he tried to out me at almost every chance he got, not that it mattered I was very much into men. Boys then, but I wasn’t shy about it either. The girls I dated knew it.
Alex sighed, “He’s always such an asshole.”
“He hasn’t changed I’m told, but he wasn’t wrong.”
Alex laughed, “About what? Getting a room?”
I grinned, “That too, but about your girlfriend.”
“I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t the first time we’ve had a girl come home with us.”
“She lives with you?” I asked cautiously.
Alex shook his head, “Fuck no. By home I meant her place, mine isn’t big enough to house a threesome.”
“Sounds like a life of debauchery and adventure.”
“As if you didn’t do all that when in Europe.”
I shrugged, “I didn’t. I don’t do it now.”
“Tell me you didn’t sleep with a new girl in every town.”
I laughed, “I did not. I was too tired when my classes were over. And my free time I spent learning from the locals.”
“Sounds boring.”
“It wasn’t. I learned French got to speak Italian and Spanish and I even learned some Portuguese and Dutch, but not enough to speak fluently.”
“So in Amsterdam you didn’t do anything I would have.”
I laughed, “No, I had a few beers while I was there, but that was the extent of my parties. You know it was never my thing. It was your thing.”
Alex grinned, “But you never said no.”
“Just like when I asked you to try something you never said no.”
“Have you tasted your cooking?”
I nodded, “I have, don’t you remember the time I almost killed you.”
“How the fuck were we supposed to know I was allergic to honey at that level?” Alex laughed. “Thank the fuck I had the epipen for just in case a bee stung me that summer.”
“Or what about the time you said the ‘cajun’ fish was good when all it was was charcoal.”
“It was good.” Alex laughed, “For charcoal.”
I rolled my eyes. “You always did like adventure. You definitely made the better choice not becoming a lawyer, all they do is work.”
Alex’s eyes frowned, “Mr. D always made time for you.”
I nodded, “My father always does, he’s great. Sean doesn’t. I told him about the reunion two months ago, and three days ago he and his partner in the firm are going to Florida for some symposium on some new law they are passing which I’m pretty sure is just camouflage for their fucking. But since both of them are in the closet you can’t really know for sure.”
“Why do you stay with him?”
I shrugged, “Like I said earlier, it’s easier than being alone.”
Alex had walked us out to the back of the gym overlooking the ball fields. We’d spent many a football Friday night leaning over these gates watching the crowd from the distance. Tonight the field was empty and the lights were off, the seam of light from the door behind us was the only illumination. We both leaned our forearms on the gate and looked out like we used to.
“Did you ever think about what if you’d kissed me earlier?” I asked randomly.
“You mean if I’d confessed my feelings before running away?” Alex laughed, “It would have resulted in the same thing – me leaving.”
I turned to Alex and frowned, “Why? You think I didn’t feel the same?”
Alex shook his head, “Nah, I was scared that you’d expect too much from me. Like you did of yourself. I was only ever going to disappoint you.”
“Highly unlikely, but I guess we’ll never know.”
My phone rang and I picked it up without looking. “I can’t cover for you I’m back home.” I growled.
Ryan laughed, “Yeah I know, I just wanted to show you something. Check your texts.”
I did and in there was a dark picture of two men entwined in an alley. The tattoo chain across the back of the man’s back told me exactly who it was. I put the phone back up to my ear, “You think I didn’t know?”
“No but it’s proof, you can dump his ass for good this time.”
I sighed, “Who’s he with? He’s supposed to be in Florida.”
“It’s not Johnny, Johnny went to a symposium. His wife went with him.”
I laughed, “I guess that’s why Sean is fucking some guy in the back of the restaurant.”
“Do you want me to find out?”
I shook my head, “Doesn’t matter. Thanks.” I hung up the phone and frowned, “Sorry about that.”
“You’re boy cheating on you?”
I turned to show Alex the dark picture and he laughed, “I know that tattoo. He gets a new link for every guy he gets away with cheating on his boyfriend with.”
“He’s never actually gotten away with any of them. I usually find some other excuse to tell him to fuck himself.”
Alex snatched my phone from me and started flipping through my contacts. It wasn’t hard to figure out he was looking for Sean’s number. And when he found it he pasted the picture of him fucking some random guy. “It’s over.” Said the message.
He handed me the phone and I frowned, “Thanks but I could have done that.”
“Would you have?”
I shrugged, “I don’t really care.”
“Now you just need to find someone else.”
Alex
It was like old times. Except it wasn’t. We didn’t talk at all. And when we did it was very snappish like we were trying to one up each other. He was still too cute, still had that shy streak. Hot as fuck.
I hadn’t lied when I said I’d worn Sissy out. I’d been thinking about him though. His lips on my cock. My dick in his tight ass. Even though I knew it would never happen. He had a boyfriend which Jace and Max both had to tell me about. Though for completely differently reasons. Jace had informed me to confirm Nox liked boys as if I hadn’t known that. Max was just gossiping like always. He told me it was on again off again and that Nox had shown up at the bus station alone.
It was stupid. Nox was a big boy but I had to walk him home. It felt much like the day I had kissed him before I left for Cali where I disappointed my Dad forever. It has been a great kiss. One that I remembered fondly. It has filled a few nights in the cold. And not so cold.
Crawling in bed beside Sissy was anticlimactic after seeing him and the near fight we had. Knowing Nox as well as I head made me snap. He was with some guy because he needed it. He had been like that in school. He dated girls because he felt the need to never be alone. It was sad because it came from his formative years before he’d been adopted. Eight years of foster care bouncing from home to home because he had medical problems. Crack head mother and all that leaving him with heart issues. Mr Dorian and Mr Marco has fallen in love the moment they say him. He came into my class that first day of his new school with an oxygen tank and a teddy bear. Mrs. Corrola sat him next to me and we became best friends.
We did every thing together. We went on our first date together. We had sex the same night for the first time with different girls. Nox learned to cook pancakes for me when he was nine. He made them for every birthday. His dream was to own his own restaurant. But the rumor was he was working a fancy french one instead. Not like I was living my dream either.
I feel asleep to thoughts of his lips on mine and wrapped around my cock. The wrong lips but still lips that had me grasping for the sheets.
We had breakfast with my parents and lunch with Max and his date. Not his girlfriend he made sure I knew that he wasn’t tired down. Between meals I checked out the local tattoo shop and found Drew meaning the gun. He’d been in my are classes too so wasn’t a surprise.
“Hey man.” I said stopping through the open door.
Drew looked up from the arm he was drawing on and snickered. “Fancy seeing you here.”
“Why wouldn’t I be here?”
Drew laughed, “Big shot artist like you gracing my shadowy doorway. I’ve seen your work on the internet. Fucking great skin art.”
“How do you know it’s mine?”
“I know your style. I bet you home gallery is full of great prices.”
“Not as many as you’d think”
“Where is your better half?”
“She’s at the salon getting her nails done.”
“I don’t know Nox identified as female these days.” Drew joked.
“Why would I be here with him. I’ve not seen him in ten years”
“Oh. He’s in town too. I just figured…” Drew let the sentence fall flat and patted the arm he just finished. “All done George.” He rattled off the standard care instructions and George left Drew with a big tip.
We chatted for a hour while Sissy did her thing and when she came in she charmed Drew. She was a good agent. I got a few good commissions thru her.
We left and I stalled I wasn’t looking forward to the reunion at all. Highschool hadn’t been the best time and all those annoying shits were going to be there. Nox had been my only friend really. And I head been his. We hadn’t cared back then. We knew everyone. No one shunned us or anything but it wasn’t something I wanted to relive.
I dressed in a black suit with a red shirt and black tie. I looked like the lawyer my dad wanted me to be. Sissy wore a matching red dress that hugged her curves. He hair was people up and away from her face and neck in an elegant bun. She was beautiful, but it really hadn’t mattered to me.
We pulled up to the high school and parked. Sissy wanted for me to open her for and we walked into the high school like we owned the place. I heard murmurs and gossip on the wind. It reminded me why I hated high school. I though he was gay. I heard he flunked out of law school. I saw her kissing Drew. Which she had, on the cheek which made him blush like crazy. It head surprised me to find out the kinkest kids in school were the straightest family in town now.
I found Max by the bar and that’s where we stayed while our dates danced provacotivly with each other. We watched them until a tall shadow caught my eye and standing next to me was my pretty boy dressed to match his nomenclature in black dress pants an ice blue button down with a black tie. The tips of his hair were dyed the same color as the shirt. My mouth watered. “Hey.” He said and I just nodded still starting at the front of his suit. He wasn’t that thin gangly kid I remembered. His shirt was snug, the pants tailored to fit his narrow hips. His shoulders her broad. He wore a bread neatly cut like he’d forgotten to shave for a few days. All things I had noticed yesterday but tonight in the gym light I saw every little nuance.
“You girlfriends look like they want to go home together.” An annoying voice broke my thoughts.
I turned to the blonde menace and sighed, “wouldn’t be the first time. Go away Jace.” I said and I grabbed Nox’s elbow and dragged him away like we were kids.
Nox
My father came home as we arrived at the house. He wrapped me up in a great big hug, “Mijo it’s so good to see you.” He gave his husband a smile and we walked into the house and his phone rang.
He talked while I carried my things to my childhood bedroom. If Sean had come we’d be spending the night in the guest bedroom. Sean had seen my room, but he refused to sleep in the small twin sized bed when he came so we slept there. It was good to be back home in my room, where it was safe. Not that I wasn’t safe in New York.
“Nox, mijo, ” my father called from downstairs. He was down trodden, and over worked from the looks of it. “I have to go, Mr. Laurie has gotten himself into a bit of a bind – again – and I need to go discuss things with the judge again. If I don’t the man might end up in county.”
I nodded, “It’s alright, I can go in with Dad.”
My dad frowned, “It’s my kitchen.”
I grinned, “I know, I won’t cook I promise. Be like old times.”
My dad didn’t believe me. I promised him so I wouldn’t cook but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t do anything else. I enjoyed the little things in the business, waiting tables was always fun. Even as a chef I did it on occasion, my boss thought I was a fool, but I had many repeat customers just from that alone.
It was a busy night, I saw a lot of old class mates, a lot of families I’d grown up with. Most of them had stayed in town but not all of them. Jace and Mia were still together, married with two kids. Sage had met a girl in London and they were in town together. Max was dating a blonde who was a few classes below us. Drew and Mandy were still making scenes, my dad warned me about them before I walked in on them in the bathroom.
And then there was the Kennedy’s. I hadn’t expected to see them, and I sure as fuck hadn’t expected to see Alex with a drop dead gorgeous red head who couldn’t keep her hands off of him. Was I jealous? Yes. Should I be? No.
They were sitting at my next table to deliver food too so I put on a happy smile and I walked over there like I hadn’t seen who it was. I set the food down in front of them and refilled their wine glasses. “Is there anything else I can get you before your meals arrive?”
“No thank you.” Mr Kennedy said.
I smiled, “Maybe we can talk later, Alex.” I said. He looked up and a frown flashed over his face before it was lost.
“I wasn’t sure you’d recognized me.”
I laughed, “I could never forget you. I gotta get back to work, it’s busy tonight. Maybe we can catch up later.”
Alex nodded, “Yeah, sure.” He turned back to the red head and when I looked back her hand was back to kneading his cock between his legs.
I sighed as I went back to work. I brought out their meals and their desserts all without any words. The red head was all hands on whenever I looked their direction. Such a tramp.
The night remained busy and I found myself alone walking through the park at near midnight. Dad had offered to drive me home when he closed up but I decided that I wanted to walk, I needed some fresh air.
I wound up at the swings and sat down and remembered the last time I’d been there.
A voice from behind me made me jump out of the swing, “I thought I’d find you here.”
I turned to see Alex standing behind me. “Reminiscing.”
“Remember the time Jace jumped off and broke his arm.” Alex said sitting down in the swing opposite mine facing so we could talk when I sat back down. Like old times.
“Yeah he cried like a baby. But to be honest it was a nasty break.”
“Yeah.” Alex said.
We sat in strained silence, “Where’s your girlfriend?”
“She’s asleep. I wore her out.”
I laughed like it was funny but it wasn’t really what I wanted to hear. “Where’s your boyfriend? Lawyer right?”
“Sean?” I looked over at him and frowned, how’d he know, “He has to work. He always has to work. And he’s not exactly my boyfriend, he’s still living in the closet.”
“That has to suck.” Alex chuckled, “And not in a good way.”
“He sucks at that too.” I laughed.
“Then why are you with him?”
“Why does everyone care why I’m with Sean?” I growled.
Alex sighed, “Just making conversation.”
“Your girlfriend knows that was a family place right, she probably should keep her hands to herself in places like that where kids can see.”
“You saw?”
“I wish I hadn’t.” I sighed. “I should get home. My Dad is planning an early breakfast before my Father can slip out to work again.”
“No problem pretty boy.”
I smiled shyly at the term of endearment. “I’ll see you tomorrow night Alex.” I gave him a shy wave and I felt like I was fifteen again crushing on him. Fuck he was gorgeous and even with that girl all over him it was still alluring. He would always be what I compared everyone else to. No one ever measured up. How could they when I’d idolized him. He was perfect, except I knew he wasn’t.
“I’ll walk you home.” He said as he stepped in beside me as I walked to my parents house.
“You don’t have to Alex, I can take care of myself.”
He only smiled, “I’m still going to walk you home.”
I sighed and let him. We didn’t talk. He walked me to the gate, picked up the latch and pushed it open and I stepped through, closing it behind me like I used to do as a kid and turned back to him. “Thank you. I feel so much safer when you see me to the door.”
He chuckled. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Maybe you can convince your not boyfriend to come out.”
“That’s not likely he’s out of town. And he doesn’t like coming here. He has this thing against small town mentality.”
Alex laughed, “Who doesn’t. Everyone knows everyone else’s business.”
I sighed, “Night Alex.” I turned and walked into my parents house and tip toed upstairs so I didn’t make the floor boards creek and wake my parents. It was like old times again.
Alex
Being home was like being in wonderland. The trip down this particular rabbit hole was like tripping on some bad acid. I didn’t want to be here, but ten years ago I made myself a promise that I’d come back to see Nox to see that I hadn’t missed out on anything important. I say that like I hated him, I didn’t. I never really got over him, but I wasn’t about to tell anyone that.
He’s started writing me letters when I went to Berkley to become the lawyer my Dad wanted me to be. To follow in his legacy. But that’s not how life worked. I didn’t become a lawyer, I had only been pre-law one semester before I couldn’t take it anymore. Another semester with an art major and I said fuck this all together. That’s when the letters stopped. No forwarding address because I didn’t have one.
I went from tattoo parlor to tattoo parlor learning and working while I painted and sketched my way around the US. I’d been to all fifty states in four years. I’d made a bit of money doing commissions for special pieces on tattoos, but nothing with my art for real. It didn’t matter I as having fun. I had enough money to buy my dream car, and stay in shitty motels. But I eventually out grew all that and settled in New York City.
I worked several different tattoo parlors while I made time to paint on the streets caricatures of people who paid me. It wasn’t great but I met a lot of people.
Sissy was sorta my agent, or so she liked to think anyway. But really she was just a pretty girl sitting on my arm and a good fuck. Not good, great. The fiery redhead she was to the world was even more true in bed.
She’d talked me into letting her come with me. She talked the whole fucking way back to my parents house. I was bringing home a girl for the first fucking time. Nox had spent the night any number of times and my parents had never really understood the deep desire I’d fostered for my pretty boy. And I knew by now he’d not be mine and I didn’t really want to think about someone else kissing him, much less someone else fucking him. A thing I never got to experience. It was such a drag I was such a coward as a kid. I knew he felt the same about me but I didn’t want to lose my one true friend in the world.
But I’d lost him anyway to time. Time had taken it from me and I thought about turning back several times.
“You are being aweful quite baby,” Sissy’s voice cut through my thoughts.
“Just thinking.”
She giggled and unbuckled her seat belt and leaned across the console. Her hand slide over my thigh and to my zipper, “I can take your mind off of it.”
She fucking did that as she unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out of their confinement in my boxer briefs. The air was cool against the tender skin and she ran the tip of her finger nail along the length of it and I shuddered. It was a challenge to keep my eyes on the road as I drove down the highway. Her mouth settled around my cock and she sucked me off.
The sex was really the only reason I kept Sissy around. She knew how to take care of me. My mind didn’t stray back to Nox for the remainder of the trip. Sissy made sure of it, and by the time we reached my parents driveway I was dragging Sissy up to my childhood room to fuck her brains out.
We were on round two when a car pulled up outside my parents house and the games had to stop. Sissy laughed as she pulled herself together, “Your parents know you aren’t celibate.”
I sighed, “I know. It’s just no girls are allowed in my room.” I chuckled.
She smiled and we headed down stairs just as the door opened. We looked a little ruffled I’m sure, but my Mom came rushing in and wrapped her arms around me. “It’s so good to see you Alex.”
I gave her a hug, and she looked over my shoulder at Sissy but then pressed a kiss to my cheek. “Nice to see you Sissy.” She said, then wrapped her arm around my waist and ushered me into the kitchen, “What would you like for dinner? I was thinking we’d go to Marco’s tonight?”
My dad cut in, “We already have reservations for Marco’s.”
Of course they did. “Is chef Marco working tonight?” I asked.
“Why wouldn’t he be?”
“Isn’t Nox coming to the reunion tomorrow?”
My mom hung her head and shook it, “I suppose so. But his other chef’s are just as good, you won’t even know he’s not there.”
I sighed, “That’s fine.” It was better to get it over with sooner rather than later anyway.
We talked for the next two hours about what I was up to, what they were doing, how the town was faring. They got a Dollar Store down the road, they were moving up in the world. Not that they needed one, they had two grocery stores, a pharmacy and several florists, the dollar store was just corporate move likely to put several of the other stores out of business in town. But it is what it is.
Marco’s was booming as usual, for a small shit hole town, they had a fancy restaurant. Even the hicks wore ties here. But only because it felt like you had to the prices were reasonable, and the food was five star quality. What else did you expect of a three star chef who had trained in all the best places before he came to America with the love of his life.
We were seated almost immediately and our waitress took our order. As she went back I swore I saw a long limbed silhouette I’d known as a kid, but Sissy pulled my attention back to the table with her hand squeezing my thigh and then rubbing my cock through the black dress pants I’d changed into. I didn’t look the part with the cut off vest and dress shirt underneath showing off my own artwork. Though I didn’t do all the ink myself. I gave her a side long glance and she removed her hand, though I sort of wished she hadn’t, that tall figure made his way this way carrying a tray with our appetizers on it.
Nox
High school hadn’t been the greatest time in my life. But it’s where I met Alex. A bright boy with gorgeous blue eyes and a voice that made me shudder inside. He was my best friend as we’d grown up. He was my first crush, and the first boy I’d kissed. I’d have loved to say he was my first in sex, but there were girls before him. Hell, we hadn’t even had sex. I knew from an early age I liked boys. Alex had been that first crush, but he was my best friend, and that was something I was unwilling to break.
And apparently it as for him too. The last time I saw Alex, we were sitting in the park saying our good-byes as first year of college was about to start. Alex was going out to California to Berkley, his Dad’s almar mater on full scholarship. And I was going around Europe from cooking school to cooking school starting of course in Paris at the Le Cordon Bleu. My dad had trained there and he said I needed to know the rules before I could break them.
I spent three years in Europe before coming back stateside. I worked as a sous chef for my Dad’s restaurant at home before I found my own gig working at a fancy French restaurant in New York City. It wasn’t my dream, but I was working on that too, in my spare time.
It’s been ten years since I’ve seen Alex. And I don’t even know if I’ll see him when I go to this stupid high school reunion back home. The only good thing is I’ll get to see my Dad’s whom I’ve not seen in a few months. I’m grateful they like to travel because I don’t. Taking the bus from New York home has it’s merits, but it would be easier if I drove or even owned a car, but I do neither.
I know how to drive, but it causes too much anxiety and in New York there is no point in it. The subway is the best form of transportation I can see and I wouldn’t change it for the world.
Laying back against the seat of the Adirondack Trails bus seat I closed my eyes and saw the boy I’d crushed on. We sat on the swings talking until the sun set. We didn’t have a curfew, though we both had to get up early for our flights. We were going the opposite directions in the world.
Alex walked me home as the sun slipped past the horizon and that’s where it all happened. I could see it like yesterday in the dim light of the near by street lamp. I couldn’t see the color of his eyes. His hair had fallen across his forehead and I pushed it away. We hugged one last time. And Alex held on tight as he whispered into my ear. “Nox, I just wanted to…” He turned to look at me and there was a moment when the world fell into place for the first time, as Alex pressed his lips to mine.
I melted into his arms, into his kiss and we kissed for what seemed like forever. And when we broke apart there was a strange silence between us. We knew we had to go, but there was that kiss. Alex smirked at me with a sparkle in his eye. “I gotta go pretty boy, but I wanted you to know before we never saw each other again.”
He gave me a wave and started walking away. I stared after him well past the time he turned the corner to head to his house. I cried myself to sleep that night, all the what if possibilities that would never happen. But the next morning I was up and out the door bright and early like it had never happened because I couldn’t focus on that. I had things to do.
But Alex was never far from my mind. At first, and then the world got busy and I got busy and Alex was a passing thought when I saw a pair of blue eyes.
My Dad was picking me up at the bus station and when he saw me he greeted me with a big hug, “Carino, so good to see you.”
I returned the hug, “I’m not eating that.” I said pointing to the cheese cake slice he held in his hand.
My Dad grinned at me, “Of course not, this is for Missus Petty on our walk home. She made me that pumpkin pie in exchange.”
“I could have made my own pumpkin pie.” I said.
“While you are here, the kitchen is mine. Not yours do you hear me. Sean says you work too hard.”
I sighed. “Sean can go suck balls.” Sean was my on again off again sorta boyfriend. He couldn’t make it because he had to work. He always had to work. Like my dad I’d started dating a fucking lawyer, and not just any lawyer a lawyer that worked for the DA’s office. He was busy. We were on again and had been for the past two months. And the fact that my dad was listening to Sean’s advice that I work too much goes to show Sean was never around. I worked less than he did. He didn’t even have time to take care of his own fucking cat who was now living in my apartment for that reason.
I sighed and took the cheesecake from my dad, “Is Father going to be home?”
“Absolutely, he scheduled all day tomorrow for you. Not that you need to spend all day with us, Carino. But he did just so you’d know he wasn’t like Sean.”
“I never said he was.”
My dad grinned, “I know, and he knows, but family is important. The sex must be good for you to keep going back.”
“It’s not actually.”
“Then why?”
I shrugged, “It’s better than being alone.”
So AJ has a short story we’ll start sharing tomorrow. It’s pure basic romance in an Alt universe but it’s done, so you will get the whole story this time.
It won’t carry us into next year so maybe AJ will hopefully figure out what I can write otherwise for the remainder of the year.
But next year, AJ’s planning on writing a short story a week. Min 3000 words and I’ll be sharing them here. AJ’s goal is to turn 52 writing prompts from pintrest into some sort of story I can work with. Some of them will be from other persepectives, but all hopefully in my world. There might be a few strange ones that don’t fit, but hopefully all that fit.
The pintrest board of 52 is below. AJ’s going to randomly create a list and jot them down for each week so she’ll know what story she’s working on. And hey maybe we’ll get some cannon. This is so that AJ can edit the five books we’ve previously shared while still writing something and having a plan is what works for AJ so this is important.
Not sure what else I’ll be posting, but we’ll see. Here’s to hoping we finish editing The First Hunt so we can get it up for ya’ll to see all the changes next year. That’s the number #1 goal. AJ’s not sure how she’ll market it yet. Might do short story releases, then a full novel at the end, or the full things. We aren’t sure yet. Or maybe we should do the Last Phoenix first, and then release the prequel stuff after that so you get me as she intends for you to get me. I think AJ made up her mind. So The Last Phoenix will be up on the editing block and that is the #1 goal to publish by end of the year. Wish us luck!
Next week I think Aj’s going to try to give us some world lore. Werewolf/Therian world lore specifically. She’s writing a story from Rider’s point of view and we are learning a bit about their species so I’ll be sharing that as Aj write it out.
I appologize for my sparseness this muse has been a bad boy. But I’m feeling better, AJ’s might get into her house next week. That would be so awesome!
There is one universal rule to magic. The rule states that energy can be neither created nor destroyed only transformed. Now I hear you saying that’s a science rule – physics and chemistry to be exact. You are right, it’s the law of conservation of energy, and magic is just energy.
We, as Venatori, all understand the theoretical workings of what Magnus do. We define our entire abilities on this theoretical workings. A level 1 Magnus can only manipulate energy that already exists. So if heat is not present in some form, then a Magnus of level 1 cannot use fire. But what about the absence of heat? Can a Level 1 Magnus in theory freeze something? Theoretically, yes, in the absence of heat, a Level 1 Magnus could transfer the absence of heat from an ice cube to another object – say a grape for this instance, and freeze the grape while melting the ice cube. Theoretically. But in reality, is it possible? Or are you even transferring the absence of heat to the grape, or transferring the heat of the grape to the ice cube? Does it even matter? It’s a transfer of energy!
So what about Level 5, who look like they create elements from nothing? If the law of conservation of energy is true then where does all this energy come from? Two answers could be possible, but since there is no scientific way of measuring magic, it’s really hard to say which answer is correct, or maybe it’s both.
The first answer is the magic comes from with in. That each Magnus is born with extra energy. Energy that is stored in our cells and that we can expend as necessary. But does this mean that we recharge in some way since there has never been a case of Magnus just ‘burning out’? Or do we have an infinite amount of power – a connection to the source of all magic or energy?
I postulate that it’s all the same thing. That we tap into the surrounding energy to recharge our cells energy that we use to create the elements out of ‘thin air’. We are connected to the world around us – our source of all energy. And this energy is with in us all.
The birth and survival rate of Minorem implies that in order for the human body to survive the birth of a supernatural being requires more energy than the human possess. The mothers who survive ultimately use the inborn magic of the Minorem allowing them to survive gestation and birthing. As this only happens with Magus children, never on record has a non-magnus child been born of a post-birth living mother, suggests all Magnus are born with a replenishable and usable energy source.
But whether it’s a connection to the unseen force, we call the Umbra or just the world around us and our bodies converting energy into some other form is unknown.
[Grade: A+]
I haven’t posted in several days. :(
I’m not sure there is much to say right now. And I think that’s part of AJ’s problem. We are having a hard time with words. I think everything is a bit daunting right now. Not sure why and not sure why I’m feeling a little off.
The kids at AJ’s home are sick, she’s not feeling up to par and life is hectic right now. They might get into the house the week of Thanksgiving. We can only hope.
But AJ has a new story she’s working on maybe I’ll share more about it later. There is a plot there are plot points to hit so we’ll see how it all goes.
So AJ’s just not feeling it. I don’t have a story and I think that’s the problem.
So we need to edit. AJ needs to do something. Even my posts are starting to suck lol.
And becoming missing.
But I have nothing. AJ has no motivation for writing right now.
escaping into reality
The Mind of Nox 