Rainbow Comet Chapter 21

Moonbow gives me a wink, holding a grape out. I open my mouth, and he places it in.

“He’s too full,” Flynn mutters.

“That never stops you,” Moonbow shoots back.

Brett

“Open up, Boreas. It’s my turn,” Moonbow says, looking more excited than I’ve ever seen him.

I hesitate, looking over at Flynn, whose orange-red eyes are burning at me, but then I do open up.

After all, my father said it was Moonbow’s turn to make a wish at the banquet.

And Flynn has been distant lately.

I understand now, I don’t want to push him into anything he isn’t ready for.

Just because I am sure I want to go public with being a warrior, and being who I am, doesn’t mean Flynn will ever want that.

He still won’t even hold my hand in the castle.

Moonbow on the other hand…he wants to go all the way. He wants everything.

With Flynn pulling back, it’s hard to say no to Moon. Especially when he’s such a good man.

Especially when Flynn spat at me the other night that I could do whatever I wanted with whoever I wanted.

Because we aren’t ‘like that’. He said when we are public, he’ll have the right to be possessive.

Flynn will always set my heart on fire, with the way he woke me up. His protectiveness. His fierce love of justice and my body.

But I’m falling for Moonbow too, with his kind heart that always tells me I deserve more, someone who would be proud of me.

Who pushes me to confront all forms of homophobia, who tells me how I can help others like us in the galaxy.

It’s all a king can ask for, someone who helps them be better than their usual selves.

I even shared with him my trauma over being forced to be a woman, and he shared back that it was happening in other places in the galaxy. That it was a common problem for men like us, even if not to the same severe extent.

He pointed out there was a warrior named Sporus on ancient Earth, who an emperor named Nero gelded and forced to live as a woman.

Nero offered anything anyone could want, all his power and money, to anyone who could make Sporus even more like a woman.

In the end, he wanted Sporus to hold him as he died, and the next person to take his kingdom stole Sporus for himself.

All those emperors, obsessed with a man forced to live as a woman, when they could have been with a woman.

For too long, homophobia has run so deep.

I’m proud of Sporus though. He refused to help Nero die when he was asked.

You go, Sporus.

“Boreas, open your mouth,” Moonbow says, jerking me out of my thoughts.

He’s gorgeous. I don’t want to deny him a wish. I’m sure it will be noble. I’m full now, but what’s a few more bites when I could use the energy to turn into my dragon?

And Flynn does seem to be happy when I eat.

He’s not happy now, though.

He sits rigidly on my other side, folding his arms.

And okay, since he doesn’t ever own up to anything we have together, it does my heart good to see him jealous.

Even if it makes me worry, too.

My father is watching from the head of the table. “Something wrong, Boreas? You’re usually such an eager eater. And as you know from Moonbow’s sermons, we must focus on gay rights!”

I look at him, and love the way his eyes are sparkling. This seems to be a new passion for him, and he seems to fade a little less lately.

He truly loves making changes to help all.

Moonbow gives me a wink, holding a grape out. I open my mouth, and he places it in.

Darn, I am full.

I fight back a groan and shift a little in my chair as Moonbow pulls out another grape.

“He’s too full,” Flynn mutters.

“That never stops you,” Moonbow shoots back.

“Now now,” my father says from the head of the table. “I’m sure Boreas has enough room for all wishes to be granted.”

I put a hand to my front, testing the tightness there. My belt groans. I’m not too sure.

“Fine then,” Flynn says. “But don’t come crying to me when your stomach hurts.” He turns away slightly, hurting my feelings.

“I’m sure I can rub it better as well as you can.” Moonbow smirks.

Those are fighting words where Flynn is concerned.

Flynn lets out a noise of angry shock, but he’s interrupted.

“Okay, open up, Boreas. I have a whole bunch of grapes.”

I do love grapes.

I open up, and let him feed me them one by one. My belt continues to creak.

Flynn mutters something beside me. I can tell he’s angry. But I am enjoying this.

Moonbow is beautiful, and he wants me, just as I am.

Flynn is not the only warrior who could make me happy. I have to hold onto that, because Flynn could leave at any time.

And I won’t accept someone who chooses their family, who won’t let us be together due to homophobia, over our love.

I would let him go, but I would cut our bond, because to do otherwise would leave me bonded to homophobic people, which would ruin my alignment and hurt those I love.

If they can be educated in the future, fantastic.

But until there is love for all, regardless of race, gender or sexual orientation, or cis or transness, they will never have or benefit from my bond.

“Last one, Boreas,” Moonbow says, coming in teasingly close to my ear.

To make a wish is all, but it makes me bristle slightly. Until now, I’ve comforted myself that there is at least one other warrior that wanted to make me happy, but never felt anything like I felt with Flynn.

But this, this is a tiny spark I’m feeling. Nothing like the lightning between Flynn and I, like what happened last night after the last banquet.

But something alarmingly similar.

Something that makes me think loving more than one person is utterly possible.

As he puts the final grape in my mouth, and I swallow, I feel unbearable pressure and then my belt breaks.

“Oof,” I say, as he leans into whisper in my ear, as diamonds burst off my belt onto the table and confetti rains from the ceiling and my people begin to chant.

“I wish for peace and equality for all in the universe, and especially for the gays and all who support them,” Moonbow says in my ear.

My heart warms, it’s a worthy wish, and a wormhole forms in my mind, tunneling toward what I know is a future where that is possible.

I truly believe he will get his wish, though we will have to fight for it.

He sits back, smirking at Flynn, and I wonder if he does such things just to tease him. But his eyes are kind as he looks at me, and asks if I feel okay.

I just burp at him. It doesn’t matter if I feel okay at the moment, I will soon. These are just my kingly duties, and I’m so happy I can help the world.

Flynn stands as the others are milling about the room, putting his hand on my shoulder.

“I’m taking you to bed now,” he says, loud enough for others to hear.

The room goes silent, and I expect Flynn to correct himself and say something like ‘just to watch you as a guard’, but instead he just glares at them, like he’s begging them to challenge him.

When they don’t, and they go back to talking, he helps me up, putting a hand around my waist and my arm around his shoulder.

I really do think I overdid it tonight. I groan as he walks me to the door.

“Fool,” he says. “That was too many grapes. You’d already gone too far at breakfast, and three more meals.”

I can only burp sickly again. I’m almost to the size I was before the last shift. I feel huge and ungainly.

I grin, wishing he could read my thoughts. He loves when I say such things. When I play up how full I am.

But tonight, I don’t have to play such things up.

“Oof,” I say. “Help me.”

“I am,” he spits back. As he opens the door and wheels me through it, I turn to see Moonbow watching.

He winks, holding a thumbs up sign at me, but I just grimace. I see him laugh, but also see something like longing in his eyes as we leave the room.

I’ll have to address that later.

Right now, Flynn seems like a man on a mission,

Just eager to get me back and in bed.

Extra driven by his jealousy.

I can’t say that I mind that at all.