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Silk and Steel

Happy Easter folks! Hope you all have an eggztra fabulous long weekend! 😀

“Vraxi! You… you came!” Edmund’s stunning heterochromatic eyes gleamed bright with emotion as he waved and began weaving his way through the throng of assembled students, lecturers and members of the general public who filled the library almost to bursting, towards the door through which the Yag and his demon charge had entered.

This is Edmund, heart-on-sleeve,” Vraxi whispered as they watched him attempt to politely negotiate his way through the wall of bodies.

Xander The Demon raised his eyebrows, “So I tell him outright that I think he is an abomination of nature and his parents were perverts and defilers?” he asked.“You think that would be the best course of action here to keep us both ‘alive.’ ?”

Gods no!” Vraxi slapped his forehead with his hand and rolled his eyes; baby sitting this one might be tougher than he had first expected. “Not you! Edmund. Edmund wears his heart on his sleeve,” he hissed urgently. “He is a good friend, a wonderful person, one of the most beautiful souls you could ever hope to meet… and also we need him, so, … try to be nice and keep your prohibitively puritanical opinions to yourself.”

The demon nodded sagely and attempted a warm smile as Edmund finally managed to squeeze through and stand beside them.

“You came!” the half demon repeated, breathlessly.

“Did I not promise as much?” Vraxi said, with a little bow and a wink which made Edmund flush scarlet.

“And this is… not Xander?” Edmund asked uncertainly.

“Indeed. This is Xander’s demon, as I told you. But we have no desire to rock the boat here, Edmund, let us install ourselves somewhere unobtrusive while you give your marvellous speech on…” he rolled his long delicate fingers…

“Demons Of love And Light” Edmund supplied, with a small smile.

“It was on the tip of my tongue,” Vraxi lied with a twinkle which sent Edmund blushing again. “And then afterwards…” he lowered his voice conspiratorially, “..we hope to hold you to your own promise of dinner? To discuss our, er, little problem?”

“It is all arranged!” Edmund beamed, “Dinner, in my rooms at the university.” He lowered his head suddenly then and mumbled something to his shoes.

Vraxi frowned, such a beautiful gaze should not be so often wasted on the floor, he thought to himself, and gently brought his delicate fingers under Edmunds chin and drew it up so they were eye to eye,“Forgive me, I didn’t catch that,” he said, smiling encouragingly.

“I… I said thankyou, Vraxi, for coming I mean, and… well, for everything… it really means a lot, m- more than I can say… A lot of the other students feel I shouldn’t be here, not only because I am a half-demon, but also because I have only secured a place through sponsorship. I feel so much happier knowing there is someone here who… who is a friend.”

Oh dear, thought the Yag, as he felt his heart melt to molten lava, What am I getting myself into with this one? “Listen…” he began, but stopped almost immediately, caught off guard by a sudden urge to seize these cretinous students – and anyone else who had ever emotionally wounded the half-demon – and force them to suffer the same pain he saw reflected in those beautiful, captivating eyes.

“…listen,” he tried again, clasping Edmund by the shoulders, “the world would be a much nicer place with more people like you in it, sadly you are a rare treasure Edmund, a diamond amongst mundane rocks and anyone who cannot see that does not deserve the richness of your company. Now, your audience awaits – go and wow them with your revelations, go and win their hearts and alter their dull-witted, monochrome perceptions with words of hard-won truth.”

He sighed wistfully as Edmund beamed his thanks and began weaving his way back to the front of the library where a small podium had been set up for him to give his talk.

“Hand me a shovel.” he said, unable to drag his gaze from the half-demon’s retreating rear.

“You said nothing of digging a hole,” the demon said, looking confused.

Vraxi put his hands on his hips and shook his head, “It’s a hobby of mine, it seems.” he said ruefully.

5 responses

  1. (3rd time lucky?) I’ve tried to leave a comment twice, but it won’t post it, my precious. :((

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    April 9, 2021 at 6:48 am

    • Penny Blake

      Oh the scallywags at wordpress what are they playing at this time! Grrrr and also fist shake! xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

      Liked by 1 person

      April 12, 2021 at 8:25 am

  2. Ooh what an Easter treat this was, t’be sure.🥰 I hope you had a wonderful long weekend too, my angel delight.
    While my own couldn’t begin to comapare, I can scarce describe what a gift it was to read that heterochromatic eyes could possibly be considered ‘stunning’, ‘beautiful’ or ‘captivating’…when they were mocked and marked me as ‘alien’ from my first day at school.

    I suspect that you’re not so much as a soupçon aware how very special this story is. It’s every bit as unique and inimitable as your ineffable self. No one else could have weaved its magic with such masterful wordsmithery, or crafted such incomparable characters. Nor imbued them with such multi-faceted emotions. Every single scoundrel who inhabits this wonderful world sparkles with their own vivid charm. This chapter is irresisible. I adored it. I gobbled up every glorious word like a Lindt Lindor…then? Just when it seemed that you couldn’t top your splendid self? You sashay off with this finishing flourish:

    “Hand me a shovel.” he said, unable to drag his gaze from the half-demon’s retreating rear.

    “You said nothing of digging a hole,” the demon said, looking confused.

    Vraxi put his hands on his hips and shook his head, “It’s a hobby of mine, it seems.” he said ruefully.

    Sublime 😁 xxxxxxxxx 😻😻😻😻😻😻 xxxxxxxxxxxx

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    April 9, 2021 at 7:07 am

    • Penny Blake

      Aw thankyou my angelcake your words always make my day I can’t tell you what it means that you love my lil scoundrels and are enjoying their story as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it! As for the enchantment of heterochromatic eyes I think anyone who can’t see the innately ineffable beauty in that rare-as-diamonds trait (and yours in particular my gorgeous one) is a certifiable loon of the highest order. In my family it’s considered a blessing and it breaks my heart that anyone – least of all you my angel – should be forced to view it as anything but that. Hugest hugs to you my utterly adorable one and thankyou from the bottom of my heart for taking the time to drop by and make my day when you’re not feeling A1 – it means the world and I hope you are soon feeling fabulous again. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx (maybe wordpress will actually let me post this reply now as this is my third or fourth try! XD XD ) xxxxxxx

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      April 12, 2021 at 9:17 am

      • Aww….thank you my precious pie❤️It wasn’t tooo monstrous. Y’suffer in school for whatever difference can be pounced upon to taunt you with methinks. It was too irresistible a treat for such appetities…which tended to mark me as freaky before I so much as spoke🥴 (tis a splendid early warning device…as movies seem to have discovered of late XD XD ) Huuugest huggies back my scrumptious one. Thank you, truly, with all o’mine for being so inimitably, ineffably, your priceless self. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
        (oh ffs…the blighters! 😯XD XD )

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        April 13, 2021 at 7:42 am

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