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32. A kiss so passionate, so perfect - that after they part, neither person can open their eyes for a few moments afterwards.
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32. A kiss so passionate, so perfect - that after they part, neither person can open their eyes for a few moments afterwards.
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turned my water into wine #21
Vax is going to die. He knows it, can taste it like blood on his tongue. He has been a thief for as long as he can remember, but what he stole last night, he can never return, and he'll hang for it. He sits on his bed, staring at the floor. Does he run? Does he stay and face his fate like a man? And what of Vex'ahlia—will she be indicted for his crime as well? All these years he's spent trying to protect her, to give her the life she deserves, and this is how it all ends. His father was right; he is a disappointment.
He makes up his mind. He dresses, limbs wooden, and kisses his sister on the cheek as she eats her breakfast, still half-asleep. If she notices his despair, she doesn't say anything, but then, neither does he, and certainly she deserves more than his silence on the matter.
(A warning. A chance to flee. But no, not Vex'ahlia. She'll use the opportunity to beg for mercy on his behalf, and he cannot have her tied up in this. He'll hope, then, for a goodbye.)
The guards at the gate wave their customary hello as he approaches the castle. He can't feel his face; maybe he smiles back. Either way, there is no indication that they've been given orders to apprehend him, and he passes through as if this morning were like any other. He is so good at going unnoticed, and few eyes find his as he beats the familiar path to her chambers. The night guard, Jarett, bids him good morning, and Vax sees nothing on his face to suggest accusation or affront. Rather, Jarett claps him on the shoulder, nods once, and heads off to the barracks to sleep.
Vax stands frozen in the middle of the hall. What is he to do now? If Key—the princess is asleep, surely waking her will not assuage the situation. He will wait, then, where he ought to, just beside the door, arms at his sides. He is a thief, but he is not a coward.
He waits five, ten, fifteen minutes, and then the door opens, just a crack. His head whips to the side, far too eager, and there is a familiar, brilliant green eye peering at him. "You're here."
Oh, this heart. He ignores its stuttering. "I...am."
"Will you...please, come in." The door widens and she disappears.
So is this how he is to learn of his fate, a death sentence delivered on the lips of the one who haunts him? He pushes inside, leaving the door wide open, unwilling to compromise either of them further, but she shakes her head. "Please, I need to speak with you."
Reluctantly, he closes the door, and being alone with her in the daylight feels far more criminal than any moment stolen at night. They stare at each other, him just inside the door, her at the foot of her bed, for a long, agonizing minute, before the silence chokes them both and they say simultaneously, "I'm sorry."
They exchange bewildered looks. "Your Highness," Vax says, "I don't understand. Whatever do you have to be sorry for?"
She blinks. "I kissed you, Vax."
There's a low buzzing in his ear. "I kissed you, Your Highness. And I will never be able to repair the offense."
A hundred emotions flash across her face before she settles on something akin to hurt. "I...why are you calling me that?"
He knows why she's asking. It was weeks ago that she asked him to call her Keyleth when there were no other ears around to hear the impropriety. It is a familiarity that he has not taken lightly—though, given last night's transgression, perhaps he has.
"I have taken a grave liberty, Your Highness, and I cannot make the mistake again."
Her head tilts to the side. "Vax...do you think that I regret what happened last night?"
Oh. Oh. This is a direction he had not considered. "I...I don't..."
"Because I don't." She ducks her head. "Perhaps I should. Perhaps it is wrong of me to be so..." She abandons her sentence and meets his gaze again. "But I don't. You have been...a comfort to me, all these nights, but more than that..." Her voice drops to a whisper. "I find myself craving your company at all hours of the day. When you are not near, I feel I am lost, adrift. I have never felt this way before, and when we...well. When we kissed, for the first time in so very, very long, my mind was quiet. It was the most peace I've felt in years."
Vax is staggered. He cannot believe his legs still support him. A thousand sentences spring to the tip of his tongue, but he swallows them all down. He takes a step forward, and when he does, she says quickly, "I do not expect you to return the affection. I do not expect anything of you. If you wish to leave your position, I understand. You are under no obligation to—"
In a moment, he's closed the gap between them. Mere inches separate them, and Keyleth's breath hitches as his hands slowly, so slowly, come to rest upon the column of her neck. "Keyleth," he murmurs, "may I please kiss you?"
Her pupils are wide as the full moon. She nods. He leans in, and already so early in the morning, she smells like apples and sunshine. His lips find hers, and they are soft, pliant, warm. He feels his heart pounding in his ears, so thrilling is it to be holding her, tasting her in the daylight. The kiss is everything their first kiss should have been, instead of some fleeting thing in the night.
When he pulls away, he cannot yet open his eyes. He lets the taste of her linger, feels the soft pull of her throat as she swallows. When he does look, he finds her eyes also closed, lips parted in a tableau of bliss that makes his stomach flip.
"Keyleth." Her eyes flutter open, like she's surprised to hear him speak. "I do not know what happens next."
She smiles, brings her hands to rest atop his forearms. "Nor do I. But I know I would very much like you to do that again."
And who is he to deny a princess such a wish?
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Some Kinda Love
Between thought and expression
Lies a lifetime
Situations arise
Because of the weather
And no kinds of love
Are better than others
Johnathan [Jack] Marleau 1940-2016
Artist born in LA joined the anti-war movement. Leaves LA when his lover is killed in Vietnam, joins the NYC leather community. Does covertly homoerotic paintings that sell for way too much. Has won Mr. Eagle New York multipule times most recently in 1986 where he was sent to Chicago to compete in International Mr. Leather. He did not win. Wears his keys on his left hip, flogger and red hanky in his back left pocket. [Later in life he wears handcuffs on the middle most beltloop in the back]
Mikey Squires 1960-199
Left small town Ohio when he was 16. Found a job in a record shop, he can’t think of something better to do. Don't let the shirt fool you, he cried hearing about the lawsuits following the Smith’s breakup. Joined the leather community almost by accident but was sold when he met Jack at The Eagle in 1984. The Eagle sent him as their representative to Chicago to compete in International Mr. Bootblack, which he won, in 1991 a year after his HIV diagnosis. He wears his keys on his right hip, a yellow hanky and a black hanky in his back right pocket.
Marcus Joseph 1994-2015
A photographer, born and raised in San Francisco, he hitch hiked across the country in 1969 to Woodstock, when he got back to San Francisco Queer Liberation was in full swing and he turned to photographing the community from Polk to Folsom. A freewheeling lover no one thought he would ever settle down. He was first runner up for International Mr. Leather in 1986. He wears his keys on his left hip, a black hanky and grey hanky in his back left pocket.
Callum [Cal] Nelson 1955-2016
Born in England, Callum, moved to San Francisco to study English at the University of California San Francisco. As a PhD student he publishes a collection of poems about queer masculinity. He soon gets a job at UC Berkeley and teaches classes for their queer studies program. He is introduced to the leather scene by a member of his cohort, and immediately meets and falls in love with Marcus. he is diagnosed HIV+ in 1987. He competes for, and wins International Mr. Leather in 1991, He and Marcus get married in 2013, Jack officiates the ceremony. He wears his keys on the right, a red hanky in his back left pocket and a light blue hanky in his right
Riley Williams 1945-1969
Born in LA Riley met Jack at an anti-war action. He doesn't know how he could have gotten so lucky when Jack kisses him the first time. unfortunately that’s where his luck runs out. When Jack brings the mail to the living room his face is sheet white as he hands Riley the letter on the top. Riley can’t open it he sees it’s from the selective service. He does not last a year in Vietnam.
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