Night Watch I: Eliza, Ward of Andrew
Deer scrotum (or) 'I'm so sorry, I like cock'
*Eliza’s POV*
Andrew had cute, narrow little hips, with his kilt riding so low, how did it not fall off? I’d seen his tight little bum, he really should wear pants, they’d show off that sweet package of his better. Seemed like about a third of the folks around here wore kilts, and I'd definitely got the vibe that it was old-fashioned among the Wild Ones too. “This one.”
“Hmm?” I quickly looked up from Andrew’s ass to his face, hoping I wasn’t caught. Thankfully, he was busy brushing off a sign reading “B-smith.” Pheew! He glanced at me, hesitating a moment. Uh-oh. I sensed something important, a somberness in his manner. Had he caught me after all? Was I about to get the, ‘I’m so sorry, I like cock,’ speech? Shit. Awkward.
“Eliza, umm… Please don’t be insulted when I ask this, I mean no disrespect. I know you’ve been through Training, but I know you were treated very poorly there by your peers. Uh, I know that might have affected your, um, your ability to learn effectively, you know, because the environment was a bad one. You’re clearly extremely intelligent, but, I mean…” Even in the dim tunnels, lit only by the phosphorescent caterpillars, I could see Andrew’s face flushing. Poor fucker.
“Andrew, I can read. The sign says, ‘B-smith.’” I gave his cute, curvy little antlers a rub and set off up the stairs by the sign. Surprisingly, Andrew didn’t follow.
Deer scrotum! Perhaps he hadn’t been ready to leave the Healer’s tent yet after all… I turned back down the steps, worried, only to have Andrew quickly come bounding past me, clearing his throat. “Sorry! Had to adjust my boot!” Poor bastard’s face was still awfully flushed, he really shouldn’t feel so embarrassed just over having asked me if I was literate, it was a legit concern. Hybrids really were treated quite badly. Andrew was so fucking sensitive sometimes!
Andrew pounded on the door. “C’mon dickhead, open up!” Uhhh… Uncharacteristic for Andrew. And unexpected. The door creaked open and I was witness to some very hearty man-bonding between Andrew and a wiry, dark-haired Dawn Fae with light green wings, just like a luna moth. I loved his antennae, they were so fuzzy and friendly-looking!
“Well, come in, you fucker, what have you gotten yourself into, that you’re crawling around in the tunnels like some kind of fucking nocturnal cave-rodent?” Ah, I liked him already! He looked past Andrew and noticed my boobs, then my face. I chuckled. He spoke really rather fast. “You must be Eliza! I’ve heard tales of your sound defeat of my friend Andy, here.” Andrew made a frantic gesture, but was cut off. “I also heard you brought Big Pete to the ground! My fucking hat is off to you! A true warrior, you are welcome here, my dear. Andy can come in too, I guess. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Christian. I am a blacksmith here under lead smithy Ginger, and a friend of Andy’s, the jerk over there that you should never forgive, ever, ever, ever, for being a pissant and ripping your clothes off because he knew you were going to beat him eventually if he didn’t try something drastic, I’m sure.”
Christian gave a little bow and extended his hand, which I shook, while Andrew crossed his arms and bristled. Christian had a firm grip. Excellent. I smiled at the funny man while Andrew gave him a raised eyebrow. Well, his mood had soured. Sensitive indeed!
“Christian, may we come in?” Christian stood back with a dramatic flourish and gestured us in. Andrew walked in and stalked away, heading straight for a wall covered in all manner of knives. I lingered by the tunnel doorway for a moment.
“Christian?” I couldn’t help asking, I was too curious, I hoped I wouldn’t regret it. “I noticed you called him ‘Andy.’ Does he hate that?” Christian looked thoughtful.
“I don’t know if he hates it. Everyone used to call him ‘Andy.’ He used to have more friends, because he would, you know, leave his house, do things, like an actual person. You should have met him then, Eliza, should have heard him tell jokes, seen him goofing off!” Christian got quieter. “He became very withdrawn after Jules died-“ So that was his lover’s name! ‘Jules!’ “-and all those chicks coming after him made it so much worse.” I nodded. I could only imagine! My poor, handsome, gay warden!
“Andy’s really disassociated almost completely from most of his old life, his old friends, wanting to live in general. Andy’s really just going through the motions, he’s lost his spark. But I’m like a nasty disease- I refuse to let go. He’s stuck with me and he knows it.
“Even if he is like a walking dead, sad… just, a reflection, almost a hollowed-out version of himself, I still love him, stupid, stupid fucker.” Christian shook his head.
In that moment, I realized something terrifying. Given the situation, that Andrew preferred men, I felt it would reassure Christian to let him know he had an ally and do no harm to share. “You are not alone, Christian. Andrew is a kind, wonderful man, and I am glad he is my warden. And I have never known him any other way than the way he is now.” I pointedly left out that Christian was obviously referring to the brotherly love of friendship, whereas the realization had just hit me full in the face that I had apparently utterly failed to keep my feelings for Andrew platonic.
Well. Leave it to me to fall in love for the first time, and though I figured it would be with someone who wasn’t interested in me, it was with a gay man. Maybe it was better that way, with no hope at all of requited feelings? Perhaps it made the rejection less personal?
I buried my emotions, all thoughts of love, all the images, all the stirrings, as far down as I could. I plastered a pleasant smile on my face, and went to join a cranky-looking Andrew as he brooded angrily at the wall of knives. What they’d all done to him, I wasn’t sure, but I’d see if I could find out… Silly, moody Andrew. I quickly buried the emotion I had with the rest of them, now that I'd learned to recognize it.
Notes
cranky-mcspanky Andrew: dood, you should prolly mention the antler-rubbing. lest it occur again at an awkward time, you know! sheesh!
and happy belated birthdays:
acey slade (december 15th)
nikki sixx! (december 11th)
(two awesome sagittarius fo sho')
observe the following videos i took at the awesome alice cooper/motley crue show:
Alice Cooper performs 'I'm Eighteen'
Alice Cooper performs 'Feed My Frankenstein' (especially awesome)
Alice Cooper gets decapitated (classic)
Motley Crue play 'Girls, Girls, Girls'
Nikki Sixx's goodbye & thank you speech to the fans
Motley Crue play a portion of 'Shout at the Devil' before my cell phone ran out of storage
Tommy Lee with his crazy somersaulting drum kit
best for last- the beginning of Mick Mars' guitar solo (my cell phone again ran out of storage mid-solo, i was so fucking pissed), the man is the unholy fucking god of the strings!,
Go here to see the rest of his solo, it's a shaky video, i didn't take it, but you can see his full range a lot better this way.
4/15/17