Here’s a sketch I started months ago that is marching along towards a satisfactory conclusion.
And here is what happens next in Diana’s story:
“It burns, yeah. It hurts a lot,” Stuart said, his voice level. Diana thought it sounded as if he was hiding a great deal of pain.
“So you’ve—sorry, never mind,” Diana said, controlling her temper.
“No, what is it? You never talk to me as yourself, Di. Come on and be you for two seconds, please,” Stuart said.
Diana felt extremely irritable at his claim that she wasn’t herself and prodded with gentle fingers near the alien tattoo, which had faded back to a navy blue color, crushed through with gleaming hints of metallic color.
“I’m myself all the time,” Diana said, her voice stiff.
“You’re calculating and detached, babe. I know you. You’re never you around me,” Stuart said.
“Well, that’s not a lie from your point of view, then,” Diana remarked, observing the steady blue coloring of the alien marks.
“Stop avoiding the question, Di. What were you about to say and you stopped yourself?” Stuart asked.
“I’m not going to tell you, Stu, because every time I’ve talked to you as my real self, you’ve just done something horrible afterwards,” Diana said, real anger spilling out of her words. Stuart spun around and kissed her.
Diana was furious about this response to her feelings, which were quite genuine, and tried to back away, but Stuart did the same slithery, absorbing motion he’d used when the projection of him had kissed her before, and Diana found herself inexplicably melting.
“Oh, stop,” she said, but she sounded very cozy about things. Oh gosh, Diana thought, feeling many withering and scornful feelings towards herself. She really was beginning to think that her body was a base and traitorous sort of thing, to jump over to Stuart’s side just because of two seconds of kissing.
“Baby, I love you,” Stuart murmured, not stopping. Diana ripped her way out of his arms and twisted around to see the tattoo on his back, which was perfectly blue and looked calm.
“Say that again,” Diana said, breathing hard.
“I love you, baby. I love you so much. I think about you all the time, Di, and I’ve been in love with you for ages, for at least twelve years,” Stuart said at once.
The marks stayed blue and started, midway through Stuart’s protestations, to give off peaceful silver gleams in the metallic texture.
Huh, Diana thought.
“Baby?” Stuart asked.
“Hm? What?” Diana asked, studying the interesting and objectively beautiful alien mark running from Stuart’s waist to his shoulder.
You’re reading Victor Poole, and in my current novel, Evie is getting beat up.