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My Eternal Daydream: Illustration Three

Hello Armoury! I hope you are travelling well and I’m so happy to show you this illustration; you finally get to met Axel and Xavier! I am so thankful for all the responses that I’m getting to these illustrations and this series, so thank you again! Here is Part Three!

My Eternal Daydream
3. Daydream At Whitman Palace

I decided I would go.
It would go beyond anything that I believed in, but somehow it didn’t matter. For whatever reason unknown to me, what I had shared with him at Allequet Mansion meant more to me then who he was and his gender. I did however have preconceived expectations: I don’t think that I could, knowing and with full awareness kiss another man. It would shatter all of the beliefs that were fed to me as a child. I tossed and turned on these details as I entered his neighbourhood. The night had a strange air to it; it felt new, undiscovered and this excited me.
Why was I here? My thoughts then swerved as I came close to the the address had he had given me.  I then recalled the memory of the lips that I tasted that night, the touch of their skin; his skin. I couldn’t resist I thought as my fingertip traced his writing, the more I thought the more I weakened to the idea of him; Axel.
I rang the bell and waited at the gate. His house was a monstrosity; large glass windows that gave a slight preview into his world of diamonds and decadence. I saw him walking down the hill with the pale glow of the candle light from behind him. He came to the gate.
“I thought you wouldn’t come,” he said softly through the iron grills.
“You thought wrong,” I said simply and I looked into his shining eyes, and even against the black velvet backdrop of the night sky them managed to burn into me.
“Father is home, but is retiring to bed soon, wait around near the back entrance and I shall be there.” He smiled and I stood there, and a tension of awkwardness began to unfold at his immediate departure. Through the bars he extended his arm and cupped it around my cheek, brushing his cool finger tips on the line of my chin. I closed my eyes and then he vanished from sight. Pitifully, I placed my hand where he had just touched me and pondered if it all just happened too quickly or if I was really just dreaming.
I walked around the fortress, and from the darkness of the gate I saw the elegance and atmosphere inside the palace. Golden arches licked the edges of illustrated glass that shaped the border of the living room, and through the twinkle of the many highly positioned chandeliers I watched Axel’s father dismiss the servants as he climbed the magnificent staircase to his sleeping chamber. The velvet curtains where drawn by the maid and the scene was swallowed.
I continued walking around to the back which housed an extravagant stunning garden, with fountains, sculptures and a crystal pool of aqua blue, I inspected all this through the bars of the gate and waited in anticipating for him.
Moments later I saw Axel walking down the hill and I admired him as he came toward me. His long silky fringe curved down to his chin which just above occupied soft, yet almost blood stained lips. I hungrily yearned for them as he approached me.
“Forgive me for making you wait,” he said.
“You don’t need my forgiveness, but if you must I accept your apology.”
“Please,” he said extending his hand out from the gate and urging me to come closer, “move towards me.”
The iron bars where spaced out so that I could just fit my hand through and my head could comfortably reach in but my body could not. I brushed my hands up his, and pulled the sleeves of his shirt up, and held my hands around his neck. He moved closer but then instinctively I put my head down.
“Something bothering you?” he asked, caution threaded through his words.
“No,” I said looking at him, wondering if this was real. “But I don’t know, I am not sure if I can, if I want to, do this. What he shared at the Mansion-”
“Oh so now you tell,” he laughed, “you do accept that you and I did kiss? Or do you think that it was still just a vague blur? I think, for the sake of curiosity that you once more, let me taste your lips and you taste mine to discover weather or not you were dreaming.”
I only thought about his offer for a mere second and then leaned in; I could not resist.
Holding onto the front of his shirt I pulled him into me and curled my arms around his waist as tight as the bars would allow me. He held onto one of the iron grills with one held and held my face with his the other. My breathing began to slow down and become heavy as my heart bleated against my tingling body. Ribbons of adrenalin twirled through my chest as he began to kiss my neck and dig into my shoulder. I ran my fingers through his smooth hair and pulled it slightly, which made him chuckle. I breathed faster as his kissed my check, my upper lip, my lower lip, my chin, my forehead and my nose. I wrapped both arms around him and dived. I explored his mouth with my tongue and grasped onto the poles in hope that I wouldn’t slip due to dizziness or disorientation. I begged to come up for air but I was desperate to stay close to him, to be with him and for this to never end.
Tonight there was no marks, no masquerade to conceal our identities. Tonight he was mine.
My lips began to sting and I pulled away, he panted as I clung onto the pole and slid down to the pebbles. His did up his shirt and sat down on the grass and through the holes in the iron bars nibbled on my ear.
“I’ll open the gate and you shall come in,” he insisted.
“Of course,” was all I managed to say.


Well, there we go! Re-drafting this chapter was really fun and it also opened my eyes to how much I’ve grown as a writer! Of course the genre does force you to write simplistically, but it’s interesting to look at this story and think about how I would change it. Xavier’s thoughts are really shallow at this point, I could have expanded on them more and explained more about the society that they grew/are growing up in. However, I just wanted to examine this relationship and their relationship in this chapter is growing. There are hints to complications, but for this chapter I was concerned with projecting their newly discovered passion for each other. I hope you enjoyed the slight revisions, and I can’t wait to unveil the next illustration.

* The fourth illustration in the My Eternal Daydream series will be published [THUR/03/SEP].
* This illustration was designed by the incredibly talented Vanessa Bong, from Vanessa Bog Illustrations.  Thank you so much to Vanessa for this wonderful illustration!
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* This Part of this narrative was self-edited. Please excuse any typos or grammatical errors!
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