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That’s the date I have recorded as Andromeda’s birthday… My nervous system takes it as another gut punch, but I manage to suggest that I am capable of taking pictures before Pollux steps out onto the ice as though he’s been figure skating his entire life.
This man…should not have given me a phone capable of taking his picture…
I am irresponsibly going to send myself things.
“Kass.” Zahra is smirking at me when I manage to stop staring at Pollux’s broad back.
Arranging my bag of yarn, and needles, and snacks, I plant a perfectly normal smile on my face. “Yes?”
“Yer in lurveee.”
“I’d not tease someone with two foot-long needles in her bag, Zahr.” I laugh, amicably, and head toward my usual spot, right by the short staircase leading to the bleachers. It’s where I’ve sat every year I’ve taken my littles here for a field trip. They skate. Zahra chats with the chaperones so I don’t have to. I count the kids periodically along with my rows. Nobody dies. We all go home, and I sleep for the rest of the day because the music in here clashes with the roar of people…and…
There is no roar today.
The music is still louder than I appreciate, but the voices are familiar enough that they aren’t grating in my skull.
It’s almost tolerable.
Until, of course, I look up and find Pollux and Andromeda with their faces pressed to the tempered glass feet from me. “Mrs. Role! Mrs. Role! I’m going to do a trick with Daddy. Take a video!” Her voice barely registers outside the box, but either her screaming or the shape of her lips as they move helps get the point across.
I open Pollux’s camera and hope the trick isn’t something that will raise my blood pressure. “Okay! Be careful!”
“In love,” Zahra murmurs as she sits beside me.
“Shut up.”
Andromeda darts off, picks up speed, then goes flying toward her father’s arms. In flawless sync, he lifts her, turns, and releases her like a bullet to go darting around the rest of the rink.
My littles scream, cheering, and half of them scramble toward Pollux on their unsteady blades.
“Me next!”
“No, me!”
“Guys, guys, make a line. Take turns!” Mia demands.
Wary, Pollux looks at me, and I catch his worried expression on camera before I turn off the video.
Yes, I’m sending the video to my phone. Yes, I’m going to save that expression as a picture.
No, I will not make it my background.
I’d prefer to have a picture of Pollux in all his monster glory as my background, anyway.
It’s not that Pollux looks bad in his human form. It’s just that the whites of his eyes freak me out a little since I know they’re supposed to be black. And what even are round ears when, clearly, his should be shaped like jagged daggers?
If I’m only part human, I wonder what I’d look like if I were fully fae.
Wings as large as Alana’s seem somewhat bulky and inconvenient, but I wouldn’t at all mind being able to fly.
Assuming that she can.
I haven’t seen her fly before, but given how delicate her wings look and the ratio of them to her body, it’s giving bumblebees should not be able to fly, but totally can anyway. It’s because of what their wings are made of.
Which is cool to think about.
Sometimes the things that shouldn’t be possible are.
