Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 55964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
So yes…things in the tower are good. My garden blooms with plants, and though I don’t have as much free time since I’m spending so much of my day with one of the three Aspects, I garden when I can. My sewing hasn’t been as prolific, but I’m not too worried. I’ve got plenty of dresses and still find the time to stitch when I speak in the mirror with Faith (and now Max, Rhagos’s anchor). We chat about everything and nothing, and I like having that outside connection, even if I feel no desire to leave the tower.
I’m quite content here.
Mostly.
There’s only one small thing that makes me wonder…why are we not all three together? At once?
It bothers me, but they seem determined to avoid each other whenever possible. Unless someone is having sex with me, and then I will get a watcher who will eventually join in. But all three together in a room? Having a conversation? Spending time with each other?
Or all three of us in bed together? It never happens.
I tell myself that things are fine as they are, but it hangs over my head, a little cloud of doom reminding me that all is not perfect. That I am not serving all three of them, but each one individually.
It’s not the same. It’s either Neska and Zaroun together with me, or Zaroun and Ossev, or Neska and Ossev, but never all three. My bed is big enough for all of us, and I would love to share myself with all three of them at once, but it never seems to happen. At first I worried they were deliberately avoiding each other, but as I take two of them into my bed at once, I realize that’s not the case.
Faith, the anchor to the Butcher God, is a very forthright woman. Perhaps she will have ideas for how I can approach this. I tap on my mirror, thinking of Faith, and wait to see if it will show me her face. Then, I sit down with my sewing to wait, pulling out the stitches on a complicated sleeve that ended up too tight.
“It’s early,” Faith declares with a yawn, appearing in the mirror. Her bright blonde hair is tousled and she rubs her eyes. “What’s up?”
I glance out my window, eyeing the late afternoon sunlight. Time is fluid, I am reminded. Perhaps it is passing slower here. “I need advice. Are you too busy?”
“You need advice? From me?”
“Advice from one anchor to another,” I agree, putting my sewing down for a moment.
“From…me?” She looks behind her as if checking to see if anyone else is in the room. “You do realize I’m with Aron, right? If anyone’s doing it wrong, it’s the two of us.”
“But you are both happy,” I point out. “Deliriously happy. He went to the Underworld to retrieve you from Rhagos’s clutches.”
“That was pretty baller,” she agrees, a dreamy look on her face. “I’m going to have to remind myself of that the next time I want to choke him for being stubborn.”
I twist my fingers in the soft fabric of the half-sewn sleeve. “I want to tell my lords Spidae that I wish for them to have dinner with me.”
“Okay…?”
“All three of them. And then I should like for us to retire to bed together. All three of them.”
Faith’s brows go up. “O-kaaay. I’m not sure why you need advice from me on that sort of thing? Most guys are probably down with bookending. Or triple-ending. Or whatever. Stuffing holes, though I just cringed a little inside when I said that. You know what I mean. Why are you coming to me for this advice?”
I chew on my lip, worried. “I just…they are never together with me. It is never more than two of them in the room with me at the same time. I worry something is wrong. I worry they think I am too fragile to serve all of their needs at once. And I know I should be content that things have smoothed out, but I think I need this.”
“Not something you hear every day,” Faith says, tapping her finger on her cheek. “You really feel like you won’t be complete unless you get all holes filled? I ask that as a friend.”
I just give her a pleading look. “If you served two masters at once, wouldn’t you want to serve both of them at once? At the same time? Sharing you in all ways?”
“Two Arons would probably destroy me, but I guess I can see it?” She spreads her hands. “If that’s what you need to feel like you’re doing your job for them properly, it’s what you need. Here’s a wild idea. Maybe try asking them instead of me?”
I hesitate, imagining this. Zaroun is half-lost in thought at all times. Neska is frequently jealous and overbearing. Ossev would be easy to ask, but he is only one side of our complicated triangle. “I don’t know if it’s as simple as that, my friend.”