Two things today… a WIPpet and at the end of this post, a brief ROW80 End of Round update.
Today’s WIPpet follows on the heels of the piece I posted two weeks ago from my The Odds fanfic. The first line today is the last line from last week. Andy and Kieri are getting a new perspective on each other.
This snippet is a bit longer than most of the ones I post. I hope you’ll bear with me as it closes at a good spot (imho, of course). There are ten (mostly small) paragraphs. There’s one 2 in the 12 for December; divide the day (20) by that 2 and you have ten…
“Did you cry when I was shot?”
His lover stopped, still turned away. Though Kieri didn’t answer for several breaths, thankfully he finally did before Andy felt inspired to head over and hound him. “Of course.”
Kieri still didn’t turn to face him, but Andy didn’t feel like a little kid chasing an idol now as he walked around look at him. The other man’s lips pursed in something close to a snarl. He practically spat as he continued. “I was damned banshee for weeks after.” Now Kieri looked at him. It was a look that made Andy’s blood freeze. “As lost as the day I’d lost Pem, maybe more… I don’t know. I didn’t feel like killing myself—I didn’t feel, if you have to know. I stopped feeling. Stopped caring. None of it seemed to matter. I stayed in our room until Vern had the rest of the guys drag us out of there so he could bury you, the second week after it had happened.”
Andy grimaced. “Two weeks? Not that I don’t—ugh, that’s just wrong.”
“Yeah, maybe. But I didn’t care. It was my fault you’d died, and I..I just wanted you back, maybe I thought I could trade places with you. I don’t know.”
He nodded, though like the story of the Andar’s wife, he really didn’t understand. To do such a thing and yet not be able to share his feelings… Even now the man was evading him. Though maybe the barriers were down enough. “Why? I don’t see how it would have helped.”
As close as they’d been, sex, passion, great talks, all the closeness and ideas they’d shared, he’d never seen Kieri shed a tear or show tenderness in any way for him.
Now he was seeing it; it shook him. It had taken his death to do this. Andy had always hoped to crack Kieri’s shell with who he was, not with what they’d suffered. He couldn’t love a rock.
Still, the words came, unwanted now. “That didn’t matter though. I loved you—you’d been everything to me, and I’d been too stupid to understand that until it was too late.”
Andy wasn’t sure what to say. It nothing like he’d hoped, and he needed to understand why. He looked at the floor, tracing the lines of the pattern in the tiles with his gaze. “We should get going.”
Thank the god, goddess, whatever… Thank Whatever that the other man just agreed.
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A little ROw80 update
I’d like to say I ended the year on a high note. True, I don’t feel this was my most productive year as a writer—instead it became a year for different discoveries and developing new skills. The biggest would be learning how to understand the patterns both in my writing but also that in others’ writings. And to recognize where some of my limits actually lie and devising strategies to work around them instead of trying to press through difficulties, failing and then bashing myself against those walls in frustration.
I’ve also learned how to better handle time constraints, and how to make the best of inspirational sparks when they arrive. It’s been a year of reading, as I’ve rediscovered a love for books that had faded for a time after some particularly wall-worthy texts had landed in my hands.
In all… not a bad year.