Steampunk fiction, reviews and interviews

Silk and Steel

Happy Friday! I’m going to make next week the last post before christmas and then carry on where we leave off in the new year. Ghosts of Wit is at the proof stage so that should be out next week as well. Wishing you all an utterly fabulous weekend and hugest thankyous for following along with my wild witterings thus far! Picking up where we left off last week with poor Vraxi…

When Spyro shut the door, Vraxi folded up like a fan on the enormous four poster bed and shed silent tears into the sea of dark silk sheets. He had needed this. He had needed to prove to himself that somebody, for whatever reason, wanted him – that he had some purpose, some skill, some use in the universe however shallow or cheap that thing might seem to others. But he had messed things up again; it seemed all he was ever able to do. And when he went over everything that happened, he couldn’t see clearly what he had done wrong.

Is it any wonder they are all sick of you? his voices whispered. You ruin everything you touch and you haven’t even the intelligence to understand how. You are exhausting everyone’s patience with you, and you don’t even have the ability to change or put things right. “Please stop.” He whispered, pressing his hands over his ears as if he could shut out the voice that was coming from within. “Please, please, please, stop.”

He took an enormous breath and pushed himself up, feeling about for his pipe before he remembered Spyro had tossed it in the fireplace. He slid off the bed and shuffled across the floor, refilled it and took a long drag, completely forgetting that Spyro had told him not to smoke in the bedroom. Come on, enough of this, he told himself, wiping his eyes with the heel of his hand, you cannot still be sitting here when he returns.

He stood up and closed the wardrobe door, trying hard not to catch even the slightest glimpse of himself in the mirror. He had thought the outfit he’d chosen was attractive; but no one seemed to like the things that he found beautiful. Because you’re a cheap, tasteless little tramp, the voices inside told him as he trailed in numbness through the dark corridors to the stockroom, a feat like walking underwater with his head encased in lead.

He pulled something off the rack without fully registering what it was, other than that it looked dull and displeasing, got dressed and went tentatively downstairs.

“Seems like we’re still stuck with eachother then.” Xander said gruffly, his arms folded as he stood by the back door.

“I… is that what he said?”

Xander nodded, and then frowned at him. “What happened to your face?”

Vraxi fussed a bit with his hair, trying to pull it down over the red mark where the belt had struck. “Oh nothing. I tripped over my dressing gown in the bathroom and hit it on the sink.” He shrugged and gave a little half smile, “You were right, it is far too big for me afterall. I don’t know what possessed me to steal it.”

This is all my fault. Xander thought desperately. Why hadn’t he stopped to consider how Mendicci would react to his childish little tantrum? He had thought the antiques dealer had been unfair, spoken to him harshly, tried to pull rank on him and make sure he was still firmly under his boot… but he hadn’t hit him. And this wasn’t the first time Vraxi had come down those stairs with bruises he couldn’t easily explain. Coward, he thought furiously, he knows I would hit him back.

“You liked the little birds on it,” he mumbled, fishing for something he could do or say to make amends. “You said it was nice to see birds that weren’t crows for a change, and that if you held it up to the light you could imagine they were flying against the lavender sky at dawn…. or some crap like that…” he added, feeling his face flush a little.

Vraxi trailed his finger along the banisters and hung his head. “Sounds like the sort of nonsense I’d come out with,” he admitted, and then raised his eyes to peer apologetically through his strands of scarlet and black, “Thankyou for putting up with me, Xan. I mean it. I know it isn’t easy…I don’t mean to be so…difficult…”

Xander flicked down his hood, made a mess of his hair and then flicked it up again. I should be the one apologising, he thought crossly. But he couldn’t find the words or even where to begin.

“You hungry?” he tried, annoyed that his voice didn’t seem capable of ever conveying anything he wanted it to.

Vraxi nodded.

“Come on, I’ll buy you breakfast someplace – where do you wanna go? The Keys?”

Vraxi shifted uncomfortably and rubbed his arms, “I’d rather not, if that’s alright with you?”

He’s worried about running into Mendicci, Xander thought to himself. “Where then?”

“Massey’s?”

“Not Massey’s. I hate Massey’s it’s too much lace and polished wood, it’s suffoctaing in there.” He thought for a minute. “I know, come on.” He tipped his head towards the door and they walked down the garden path and out of the back gate into the alley that ran the length of the shops in that row. They got to the end, turned right and headed out onto the Kadasa’s main vein. “Street food?” he asked, giving the yag a little knowing look.

Vraxi’s eyes lit up like fireworks “Really?! Are you sure? But you hate the market crowds…”

“Yeah. Well. You can do the queuing, I’ll give you the money.”

“Oh! It’s my favourite Xan, thankyou! Can we get those long skewers full of grilled mushrooms? And deep fried crispy crow’s wings?”

The warm feeling that swelled inside him didn’t quite find full expression in Xander’s features but he did smile. “Sure. Whatever you want OK?”

4 responses

  1. See? Everything turned out just peachy. I knew it would. I was never worried. Penny is too nice to pull a fast one on us….

    Liked by 2 people

    December 11, 2020 at 4:03 pm

    • Penny Blake

      Aw, thanks for the faith Icky! I do try not to be toooooo wicked! Happy xmas to your and yours my friend!

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      December 18, 2020 at 2:05 pm

  2. I’m so sorry, my scrumptious one… I wrote a long comment…but it hasn’t shown up. I can’t see it!😧 I’ll try and piece it back together but fear I won’t do half as decent a job second time round… 💔 I’ll post this to see if it shows and then try again.

    Liked by 1 person

    December 16, 2020 at 7:14 am

    • Penny Blake

      The buggery blighters of wordpress – a pox on them I say! Thankyou for trying my angel cake, hopefully they will get their act together in the new year! xxxxx

      Liked by 1 person

      December 18, 2020 at 2:04 pm

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