Celebrations
By K.L. Noone
Jason watched Colby. Found himself in awe, not for the first time. Admiration, lust, devotion, love: they all spun like tops around his heart, and made it spin too.
The convention stretched out to engulf them like an over-enthusiastic hug, a tidal wave of sound from the hall floor. Superhero shirts and fantasy collectibles abounded. Jason squashed a sneaking pang of envy about a stunning elfin cosplay in the front row of the audience.
He’d always kind of wanted pointy ears. He’d pretended not to, or turned the wanting into a joke: big action-hero movie star, good at wrestling and karate and stunt work, full of muscular good cheer, definitely nobody who’d ever seriously wistfully wished to take a magic ring and go on a quest and learn to wield the Secret Flame
