《The End + The Instant》Instant #20 - Singer Songwriter
Advertisement
Lark is grateful for the contact, for the comfort, but his mind drifts. He thinks about the attention he has demanded from Oli during the night, the intimacies he has been allowed. Oli smiles at him kindly, and Lark’s thoughts go to Reed, asleep in the upstairs bedroom. His window overlooks the lawn, where he might look out and see Lark holding hands with his boyfriend in the dark, under the stars.
It’s easy, Lark knows, to misstep. His body says things his mind doesn’t even allow him to think. He has pulled himself apart over these kinds of mistakes—and had others help with savaging.
In Portland, he sang his harmonies for Jules and became something more than he had been before. Singer and songwriter, both. A declaration of self-sufficiency that Max heard even though Lark did not. Without knowing it, he became a rival. And Max was grasping, and Dana worrying. Everything was unraveling.
He doesn’t like to think what his careless hands might have done to Jules and Quinn.
Lark traces that sinking feeling, the particular shame, to a single moment of happiness. The last half hour in the recording studio, listening with Jules resting quietly against him, an elation that left him singing in the parking lot.
He didn’t know what he was doing. Thinks, maybe, now, he doesn’t know what he is doing either.
Oli can hear Lark’s chest working, his breath deliberate, a little shaky on the inhales. Their contact only lasts a moment. Even though Oli keeps a gentle pressure on Lark’s knuckles, Lark tugs his hand away.
“Sorry,” Lark says, his hands up over his eyes. Oli isn’t sure what he’s apologizing for: reaching out or pulling away. Oli considers offering his hand again to reassure him, but then Lark turns his face towards him.
Advertisement
His pale eyes are full of moonlight, bright in shadowed sockets. He pulls in a deep breath, like he can’t get enough air, like any moment he will be pulled down underwater, dragged to an airless depth.
Oli thinks to touch him again might make it worse.
Lark mutters something unclear, then goes quiet.
“You don’t have to apologize,” Oli tells him. “You don’t have to explain.”
I
Quinn texted to tell me he hadn’t made it to campus on Wednesday—the day he had an afternoon research seminar, the day I went with him to practice piano after work.
I picked up the message on my lunch break. Having a Bad Day. Won’t make it to campus. Sorry. Will make it up to you.
I told him that was fine, not to worry, that I hoped he felt better. I thought of Jules, too, looking tired and translucent when I had last seen them. Their pastel hair and dark roots, the slope of their neck under my palm.
I asked if I could come over after work. Quinn sent back a smiley face and a list of movies he wanted us to watch.
When I showed up at the house, the door was unlocked, and Quinn was on the sofa. He was sociable, but pale and tense with pain, mouth a grim line and knees pulled up to his chin. His hair was pulled up, revealing the gaunt ridge of his cheekbones, unobstructed by the tube that usually ran from behind his ear and into his nose. He’d dislodged it, he said, accidentally.
Quinn put on Stalker—a movie he loved and had seen before. That I had never seen a Tarkovsky film was a source of gleeful astonishment. I had fallen asleep fifteen minutes into Solaris during my summer convalescence.
Advertisement
Jules came in not long afterward. They bent over the sofa to kiss Quinn, who turned his head to the side, offered his cheek. He mumbled something about needing to brush his teeth. Jules asked quiet questions about how Quinn was feeling but was waved away, shushed for interrupting the film.
Jules shrugged and moved over to me instead, ghosted a hand over my shoulder, then came to rest with their chin against the back of the couch. I could feel their breath against my ear. Imagined, briefly, my hair would stick to their lip gloss.
Quinn was looking at us, at Jules so close to me. He was frowning, jaw tensed–still–against pain. I turned away.
Max wasn’t home when I got back. Dana was sitting on her own in the living room, her face lit up by her laptop screen. She moved over to make room for me, asked me how practice went. She was editing photos of Max: his face in sharp focus against the blur of leaves, mouth open in a way that showed his teeth. He looked vicious and hungry, hair sticking out in all directions like he’d gone feral outside somehow.
Where were you tonight? she asked. Max was looking for you.
He knows I usually practice on Wednesdays.
He said your car wasn’t there. At the college.
I told her, then, about Quinn being sick. That I’d gone up to visit him and Jules.
You guys are close, huh? Dana had stayed focused on the screen, but she looked up at me in the silence I left after the question. Max misses you, you know? Practicing and stuff. Like you used to.
I started to drift off to my room, Dana’s voice following me.
Are you still serious about Squires? Are you going to leave?
Advertisement
- In Serial53 Chapters
New Game (Reborn as a Reluctant Demon Lord, Book 1)
Portal Fantasy. Isekai. A daydream of nerds everywhere, leaving behind their boring world and living in a fantasy one that is full of adventure. A daydream that became a reality for me and 1000 other Comic-Con attendees. Except for me, it was more of a nightmare. Wanting nothing more than to find a way home, and also saddled with being the world's new [Demon Lord], I found myself trapped in a gamelike world and also somehow a part of the [Hero's] party. So join me as I tell the tale of my struggles. A tale of levels and skills. A tale of cagey game admins and bugs. And a tale of our party's grand quest to defeat... Well... Me. ---- What to expect from this book? 1. A main character who is not overpowered (and instead has to go from near-useless to strong. Not just weak to strong). If you are looking for an OP [Demon Lord] who laughs at his weakling enemies... This isn't for you. 2. A meandering pace as the characters aren't told how a lot of the world works and have to figure it out themselves. (And because there are a lot of characters. Whose idea was it to have a party of 9? I blame Jake) 3. A tragedy. A lot of things are not going to go well for the protagonist. (Not that everything is tragedy all the time. There is humor, laughter, friendship, and even a mascot monster character who got way more popular than I expected. But this is not a story that will leave you uplifted and inspired after every time you read it). ---- Release Schedule and publishing information: Book 1 is complete! I will include a link to book 2 once it has been started. Feel free to give feedback, positive or negative. ---- Other notes Book 1? Yes, this says Book 1. There are probably going to be 3 books. No, the plot as you can guess is not going to be tortured to drag out all the way to book 3. That would be ridiculous. If you can guess the plot of books 2 or 3 at any point before the last chapter of book 1, please use your clairvoyant powers for something more productive. TitusGM? This story is intentionally told under the username TitusGM because the idea is that he was the one actually writing everything down what happened after it all is over. I initially planned to answer everything in character on this site, but that just really didn't work out. If you want an in character response to a comment, simply prefix it with IC: (I also try to leave that as a reminder in the author's note after each new chapter) Cover art? Made by a friend who shall remain nameless at this time by his request
8 446 - In Serial9 Chapters
Road to Calamity
Life is not easy for a child in the Districts of Rhea where the worthless, a class of people considered to be beneath even slaves, try to live their life. Between the petty crimes and the mass beatings administrated by the cult of Order to keep the masses subdued, surviving is all one can do and nobody has time or money to spare for a starving girl. So when Nina is thrown out of the brothel in which her mother works by its displeased owner, she quickly comes to understand that simple truth: she's alone and no one will help her. And so, as hunger and necessity come knocking, she takes her first step on her road to Calamity. Cover image does not belong to me and I have no clue who made it, here is the source where I found it. One of these days I'll commision a more appropriate one but it's quite fine for now.
8 105 - In Serial8 Chapters
Welcome to the world
Nestor was living a hard but ordinary life until mysteriously found himself in another world. Magic and beasts exist.The humans in this world are far crueler than beasts. How did he end up in this brutal world? in search of answers, how far he needs to go?
8 119 - In Serial33 Chapters
Princess Of The Underworld
"The name's, Hadey, Princess of The Underworld. How ya doing?" When Mal, Hadey, Evie, Carlos, and Jay are sent to Auradon by a proclamation from the soon-to-be-king, it's up to the five teens to steal the Fairy Godmother's wand and release the villains from their prison. It's a lot easier said then done, and that's the gospel truth.
8 207 - In Serial30 Chapters
How To Train Your Giant (DNF)
This is my final GT DNFHumans and giants used to live in harmony, and a small argument separated them allPhil, the last descendant of the peaceful times, begged for another one to appear as humans used giants for training and they either survive, or dieOne war answered his begs, as he notices a special human who bonds with the rarest of giants and hopes he brings back the peace they once hadBut how will the prophesied human bring back peace? Simple, train his giant to be loyal and hopefully, protectiveWARNINGS- Violence- Mild or Strong Gore- LanguageI PROMISE YOU NO SMUT :)
8 226 - In Serial13 Chapters
Edward and His Bully Troubles
hi. i'm edward. i know, dorky name-but i like it. i have two older brothers that make my life hell. i endure wedgies, wet willies, swirlies, etc by not only them, but also my main bully at school: eli. read to find out how i live my life :)i'm trying to update as much as i can! please vote and share this story! thanks :)
8 168