Book cover for Saffron StainsI am so excited to finally see Saffron Stains in e-print.

I mean, any day you have a book come out, that's a good day, and something to get excited about, sure, but this one's extra special to me, because it features Kael and Jem who are the very first queer characters to have shown up in my head. I have been trying to tell their story for years, and finally, in Saffron Stains, I feel like I've written them a story that's good enough for them.

Saffron Stains is a British urban fantasy - Kael's an elf, Jem's half elf, half brownie, but they live in a medium sized town in the south of the UK, and neither of them have yet worked out how to use magic to pay the gas bill, or do the washing up.

There's a snippet of Kael and Jem from the opening to Saffron Stains at the Torquere website, and here's a little bonus snippet of Kael and Jem, which does not appear in the book.

behind the cut )

I'm hosting over at [livejournal.com profile] torquere_social today, if you'd like to head over and join us?
Book cover for Saffron StainsI am so excited to finally see Saffron Stains in e-print.

I mean, any day you have a book come out, that's a good day, and something to get excited about, sure, but this one's extra special to me, because it features Kael and Jem who are the very first queer characters to have shown up in my head. I have been trying to tell their story for years, and finally, in Saffron Stains, I feel like I've written them a story that's good enough for them.

Saffron Stains is a British urban fantasy - Kael's an elf, Jem's half elf, half brownie, but they live in a medium sized town in the south of the UK, and neither of them have yet worked out how to use magic to pay the gas bill, or do the washing up.

There's a snippet of Kael and Jem from the opening to Saffron Stains at the Torquere website, and here's a little bonus snippet of Kael and Jem, which does not appear in the book.

behind the cut )

I'm hosting over at [livejournal.com profile] torquere_social today, if you'd like to head over and join us?
alexdraven: Negative image of a raven in flight with the text Alex Draven (Default)
( Aug. 13th, 2006 01:49 am)
Just a tiny little bit of fluff, for [livejournal.com profile] cicirossi

The air from the open window was still blissfully cool, but the light that crept past the curtains was starting to thicken and honey, and Kael did not need to look at a clock to know that soon Jem would wake and be about his buisness for the day, all energy and activity. For now, though, he was at peace, sleeping soundly, the long line of his
side from shoulder to knees one elegant, bare sweep, their sheets tangled around his calves. The movement of his ribs was almost imperceptibly, and Kael reached out with one care filled hand, fitting it around the rise of Jem's hipbone, needing to feel the heat of him, to know that he was real. Jem stirred but slightly at the touch, exhaling and stretching, rolling slighty more to the front and drawing Kael in. Kael settled himself close behind his lover, hips to buttocks, chest to back, burying his face in the tangled mess of Jem's hair. A prickle of sweat started to form almost at once, where their skin touched, but Jem didn't pull away, and Kael breathed his own muscles lax and heavy, and let the light from the window creep so slowly towards them.

- eep - their icon was one of the frozen! oops.
alexdraven: Negative image of a raven in flight with the text Alex Draven (Default)
( Aug. 13th, 2006 01:49 am)
Just a tiny little bit of fluff, for [livejournal.com profile] cicirossi

The air from the open window was still blissfully cool, but the light that crept past the curtains was starting to thicken and honey, and Kael did not need to look at a clock to know that soon Jem would wake and be about his buisness for the day, all energy and activity. For now, though, he was at peace, sleeping soundly, the long line of his
side from shoulder to knees one elegant, bare sweep, their sheets tangled around his calves. The movement of his ribs was almost imperceptibly, and Kael reached out with one care filled hand, fitting it around the rise of Jem's hipbone, needing to feel the heat of him, to know that he was real. Jem stirred but slightly at the touch, exhaling and stretching, rolling slighty more to the front and drawing Kael in. Kael settled himself close behind his lover, hips to buttocks, chest to back, burying his face in the tangled mess of Jem's hair. A prickle of sweat started to form almost at once, where their skin touched, but Jem didn't pull away, and Kael breathed his own muscles lax and heavy, and let the light from the window creep so slowly towards them.

- eep - their icon was one of the frozen! oops.
Folk tales are remarkably short on mentions of how the fae cope with hot weather. There are sort of general images of the fae enjoying balmy summer evenings and drifting about next to languid pools, but nothing really definite, and nothing that really applies to the backroom of an overheated shop during a met-office-approved heat wave. Mostly because historically the fae have been too damn smart to seal themselves up in concrete boxes to slow-roast through the summer.

This was not a comforting thought to Jem. Read more... )
Folk tales are remarkably short on mentions of how the fae cope with hot weather. There are sort of general images of the fae enjoying balmy summer evenings and drifting about next to languid pools, but nothing really definite, and nothing that really applies to the backroom of an overheated shop during a met-office-approved heat wave. Mostly because historically the fae have been too damn smart to seal themselves up in concrete boxes to slow-roast through the summer.

This was not a comforting thought to Jem. Read more... )
alexdraven: Ace of Cups from the Vertigo Tarot (AceofCups)
( Aug. 22nd, 2005 10:49 pm)
A little self-indulgent ficlet, for [livejournal.com profile] cicirossi, set somewhere before the start of Scars.

*****

He was stiff and sore and exhausted. He’d deny it, if anyone asked, but no one did. They just kept coming and taking and asking and needing and talking and …. click for more )
alexdraven: Ace of Cups from the Vertigo Tarot (AceofCups)
( Aug. 22nd, 2005 10:49 pm)
A little self-indulgent ficlet, for [livejournal.com profile] cicirossi, set somewhere before the start of Scars.

*****

He was stiff and sore and exhausted. He’d deny it, if anyone asked, but no one did. They just kept coming and taking and asking and needing and talking and …. click for more )
alexdraven: Ace of Cups from the Vertigo Tarot (AceofCups)
( Nov. 7th, 2004 11:34 pm)
A tiny smutlet, because I was missing Kael and Jem

Power )
alexdraven: Ace of Cups from the Vertigo Tarot (AceofCups)
( Nov. 7th, 2004 11:34 pm)
A tiny smutlet, because I was missing Kael and Jem

Power )
Light late into the evening and breezes that carry dry ripe scents of the world outside into the cramped little flat.

Kael is always careful to count his blessings, even when the long days are full of concentration-thwarting heat, short tempers, raised voices that crash through open windows and a hundred and one things that had to be done, and more that will have to be done tomorrow.

The simple fact that some of those tasks are done, completed and put away, is one.

Read more... )
Light late into the evening and breezes that carry dry ripe scents of the world outside into the cramped little flat.

Kael is always careful to count his blessings, even when the long days are full of concentration-thwarting heat, short tempers, raised voices that crash through open windows and a hundred and one things that had to be done, and more that will have to be done tomorrow.

The simple fact that some of those tasks are done, completed and put away, is one.

Read more... )
I doubt thi is quite what you meant, bu it's what your suggestion of tactile turned up - a mismatched pair of sketches from their time apart. Their index is here and the ficlet that describes some of what happened before these scenes is here.

***** ***** ****** ****** )
I doubt thi is quite what you meant, bu it's what your suggestion of tactile turned up - a mismatched pair of sketches from their time apart. Their index is here and the ficlet that describes some of what happened before these scenes is here.

***** ***** ****** ****** )
Other Kael and Jem stories can be found here

***** ***** *****

There where times when he didn't just long for the sea, he needed it. I was something Jem would never fully understand – respect, yes, and over time become adept at noticing – but regardless of familiarity the boundless ocean still filled his lover with something between discomfort and dread, and he would never understand in his bones what it was to be away from the sea and feel the lack day after day.

For Jem sailing was an ordeal – more often than not his presence on board the boat a gift because there was no one else Jem would take that step for - and their boat a fragile island of safety to cling to. For Keal it is joy and freedom, and a boat merely an instrument to become one with the waves and the tides and the winds, to escape everything and everyone and share laughter with the heavens in thanks. Callis felt much the same way – sailing and swimming woven into their childhoods as much as the steady beat of tide on rocks had been a part of daily life and nightly dreams for seasons wheeling after seasons. It was their childhood, their joy and Callis's sole rebellion, that she would not give it up in favour of more worthwhile adult persists, for all her mother's disdain and demanding.

The longing was on him now, under the skin. His meditations left him with the breath of salt spay in his nostrils and with his skin prickling for want of wild water's touch. The horizons seemed narrow and cluttered, even from the hill tops, and the night's sounds muffled and paralysed. I took an act of concentration to push the thoughts aside long enough to work the wards that paid their rent. That night when Jem stood at the study door, holding two steaming mugs and smiling just a little, he was suggesting a weekend in Brighton to give them both a break, and Kael realised, looking down, that the wood he'd been turning in his hands had been fashioned into a smooth sleek seal, body stretched in a single wave to scythe through the water.
Other Kael and Jem stories can be found here

***** ***** *****

There where times when he didn't just long for the sea, he needed it. I was something Jem would never fully understand – respect, yes, and over time become adept at noticing – but regardless of familiarity the boundless ocean still filled his lover with something between discomfort and dread, and he would never understand in his bones what it was to be away from the sea and feel the lack day after day.

For Jem sailing was an ordeal – more often than not his presence on board the boat a gift because there was no one else Jem would take that step for - and their boat a fragile island of safety to cling to. For Keal it is joy and freedom, and a boat merely an instrument to become one with the waves and the tides and the winds, to escape everything and everyone and share laughter with the heavens in thanks. Callis felt much the same way – sailing and swimming woven into their childhoods as much as the steady beat of tide on rocks had been a part of daily life and nightly dreams for seasons wheeling after seasons. It was their childhood, their joy and Callis's sole rebellion, that she would not give it up in favour of more worthwhile adult persists, for all her mother's disdain and demanding.

The longing was on him now, under the skin. His meditations left him with the breath of salt spay in his nostrils and with his skin prickling for want of wild water's touch. The horizons seemed narrow and cluttered, even from the hill tops, and the night's sounds muffled and paralysed. I took an act of concentration to push the thoughts aside long enough to work the wards that paid their rent. That night when Jem stood at the study door, holding two steaming mugs and smiling just a little, he was suggesting a weekend in Brighton to give them both a break, and Kael realised, looking down, that the wood he'd been turning in his hands had been fashioned into a smooth sleek seal, body stretched in a single wave to scythe through the water.
Written as a small thank you to [livejournal.com profile] tsuki_no_bara for organising the Original Character Ficathon. With thanks also to [livejournal.com profile] ravyns_lair for organising the thank you ;)

***** ***** *****

Warm breath and soft lips on his neck and not having to open his eyes to know that Jem is smiling - Kael suspects that this might be one of the best feeling in his world, and the faint murmurings that escaped his own lips are insubstantial psalms to sing his thanks and joy. Lust and love spiced the air between them, made it shiver with potential and peace, and if he never opens his eyes again his mind's eye will forever see the curve of Jem's muscled arm, the liquid slide of his buttocks, the shape of his love moving above him, outlined in dusk against the sky and the white glint of teeth in an unguarded smile. His memory would curl around it and his fingers are tracing the path of his mind's eye so that soft hitched breathing against his shoulder: low moans that harmonise with his own and keep him soaring in
this moment.

Read more... )
Written as a small thank you to [livejournal.com profile] tsuki_no_bara for organising the Original Character Ficathon. With thanks also to [livejournal.com profile] ravyns_lair for organising the thank you ;)

***** ***** *****

Warm breath and soft lips on his neck and not having to open his eyes to know that Jem is smiling - Kael suspects that this might be one of the best feeling in his world, and the faint murmurings that escaped his own lips are insubstantial psalms to sing his thanks and joy. Lust and love spiced the air between them, made it shiver with potential and peace, and if he never opens his eyes again his mind's eye will forever see the curve of Jem's muscled arm, the liquid slide of his buttocks, the shape of his love moving above him, outlined in dusk against the sky and the white glint of teeth in an unguarded smile. His memory would curl around it and his fingers are tracing the path of his mind's eye so that soft hitched breathing against his shoulder: low moans that harmonise with his own and keep him soaring in
this moment.

Read more... )
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