It looked darkly mysterious to me, especially in the half-light of a Pendorian evening.It looked darkly mysterious to me, especially in the half-light of a Pendorian evening. "I'll get some firewood," Aaden annouced softly. "Sufi, would you like to help?" "I will," Jahn jumped up. "I want to." "Okay," Aaden replied, "Come on then. Ken, could you start what we have there?" I nodded and piled firewood onto the grill, checking to make sure the flue was open first. Aaden's fireplace was small, but not so small that it couldn't consume a good-sized log if it was started properly. Paper, kindling, and finally a split log were burning full out when Aaden and Jahn had decided they had brought in enough firewood. I stood up and and helped Aaden shake the woodbits out of the fur on his arms, using our closeness as an excuse to hug him. He held me close himself, as if to reassure himself. "I love you," he whispered, purring softly. "I love you too," I replied. "You want him, don't you?" "Yeah," he replied. "He is very pretty, just like you said. Not as pretty as Sufi, but he's also, well, less innocent." "Than who? Me?" "No, than Sufi. You, you're as corrupt as they come, Ken, with a soul black as night." "You don't believe in souls," I replied. "I'm allowed to consider the possibility," he said. "Like you said, it's not an argument you can nullify. I'm not going to argue against the existance of souls because there is no evidence either way." I smiled. "You're silly, lover." "So are you." "Are you two going to be out here all night?" Sufi asked, poking his head out the door onto the back porch. "The fire is getting cold and the wine is getting warm. |