Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong (shadesong) wrote,
Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong
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Snippet Saturday

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From placesyouhaunt(which you can add and I'll add you back at some point when I log inthere and then, yes! you can read my Vegas punk-rock Tam-Lin-seven-years-later:

There was a knock at the door – Doodle’s signature three-then-two. “It’s open,” I called.

He entered shyly, taking in the stack of zines. He looked quiet, defeated. “I didn’t think they’d come back.”

“I figured.”

“I thought it was over.” He sat on the floor, leaned back against the couch.

Reflexively, my fingers wove through his curls, and he sighed. “It feels like there’s this whole secret history here.”

“Secret history everywhere you go. Layers and layers of stuff that happened before you were ever born.”

I gave his hair a playful tug. “This is different. This isn’t like two grandmothers feuding over a piece of land or something. From what you say, this is a secret history of mythic proportions. And even without the myth-parts, this is obviously something that’s affected almost everyone I know. And I never knew about it. It just… makes me feel kinda shaky, you know?”

“I didn’t think they’d ever come back,” he said quietly. “I thought this was over.”

“So you say.”

“You don’t believe me.”

“Of course I believe you – why wouldn’t I?”

He shook his head impatiently. “Not about them coming back. About the… mythic stuff, you called it.”

“The fairy tale.”

“Sure. The fairy tale.”

I sighed. “Doodle – I’ve got some stuff going on. I’m sensitive to energy. I feel this stuff. I can work it a little. I can understand that. I can understand the stuff that you do, the stuff that Martin does, the stuff we, our friends, do.”

“Of course.”

“Of course. But now you’re throwing in the faerie court-“

“Not the court, really. I don’t know if I believe in a court.”

“Fine. Now you’re throwing in a war over someone’s personal power, and a contest that can only be won by his lover, with a city at stake. And that’s… several orders of magnitude greater than anything I’ve ever experienced.”

“And you can’t believe in that.”

I concentrated on wrapping one caramel curl around two of my fingers. “I believe in believing in anything. I’ve seen a lot of weird shit. I’m just saying.”

“Yeah.”

“So tell me.”

He looked back at me. Doodle always looked young for his age; vulnerable like this, he almost looked like a teenager. “Tell you about…? I mean, where do you want me to start?”

“Where it started for you.”
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