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Children of Starlight, part 3 episode 2 of “The Starlight Trilogy” by Thea Washington

March 29, 2012

          The characters in this story are fictional and not intended to depict any individual.

The character “the Rock Star” is based on Adam Lambert.

The videos in Part 3 feature Adam Lambert, Queen, Depeche Mode and Savage Garden.

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It had begun almost immediately after the proposal, well, actually, after the celebration of the proposal. Lying in bed happily exhausted, the Rock Star wrapped around Lover as usual, they’d talked about how excited they both were. Lover joked that he was excited about being legally married with all the rights and responsibilities due them, like being able to file their income taxes as a couple. The Rock Star was excited about that, too (he said), but then other things to be excited about came to mind.

Angel seemed to have prepared for something wonderful because a bottle of the best champagne had magically appeared in the refrigerator. He claimed not to have had anything to do with that. Lover halfway believed him, since they both now reserved alcohol for only the most important occasions and major social events. He really didn’t care how it had gotten there but he had his suspicions since it had been in a bucket of iced glitter.

In an experiment resembling a previous one involving ice cream they conducted much research that night, careful to restrict their procedures to body parts not irritated by champagne. The results were amazingly different, they noted. Wasn’t science wonderful?!

“So, let’s talk about the party,” said Angel, researching the effect of a tongue chilled by champagne on the nibbling of Lover’s neck.

“Mmm, what party?” replied Lover, not really into talking about social gatherings at that particular moment.

“The reception party,” Angel breathily whispered into Lover’s ear, following it with another lick of champagne-cooled tongue and a nibble.

“Ohhh, that party. I thought we were already having a party.” It was hard (so to speak) to speak.

“Mmm, I love parties,” Angel whispered, repeating the experiment on the other side of Lover’s neck, noting no difference in his response. Hmm, very interesting.

“Me, too. Do we have to invite anybody else?”

“Definitely not. You’re the only man I ‘want’ to be around,” came the whisper, the experiment now moving to refresh Lover’s lips with more champagne, delivered by Angel’s own.

That was it for talking for a while. Conversation was transformed into additional research. Language was transformed into new words and new sounds.

Angel took the experiment to Lover’s chest and abdomen, careful to keep his tongue at a constant temperature. Again, interesting, he thought. Some things it softened, other things it firmed.

“But what if word gets out and others wanna come? And what about our guysmaids?” asked Lover, at that moment not really caring.

“Ah, my Treasure, don’t worry,” Angel replied. “You’re the only man I’d need to come.”




Eventually the real planning began. First on the agenda were engayment rings. Both Angel and Lover wanted one, for each other and for themselves. Lover had an idea that he hoped Angel would like. One rare morning when they were both home for a very late breakfast, he brought it up.

“So, uh, have you thought about the rings?”

“Yeah, I’ve been thinking about ‘em. Have you?”

“Yeah, I’ve been thinking about them. And I have an idea. I’m not sure you’ll like it, though.”

“Well, let me hear it. Then we’ll know.”

Lover took a deep breath before he spoke.

“I want us to wear the friendship rings you wore with Starlight.”

Angel hadn’t even considered that. They’d carefully put the rings away so they’d shine forever, like Starlight. Lover asked, “So, what do you think?”

“Hm, I don’t know. I don’t know what I think about that. Not even how I feel about that. It never occurred to me. I guess I always thought of them as mine and Starlight’s.”

“Look, I know what those rings mean to you. I know everything about what those rings mean to you,” referring to how it happened that Angel had surprised Starlight with the rings in the first place, how she given hers back to him, how they’d almost lost each other. The day when Angel had thrown it in the ocean after Starlight died. How it had mysteriously returned, in perfect condition, to Lover and not to Angel. He and Starlight both loved Angel so much, it did make exquisite sense. (They just hadn’t figured that out yet.)

Lover hesitantly continued, “Look, I understand if …” But the Rock Star cut him off, suddenly knowing the only possible answer.

“I love it.”

Lover couldn’t believe what he’d heard.

“You do? Really? ‘Cause you don’t have to do this if …”

Again Angel stopped him, this time holding up his hand.

“I wouldn’t lie to you and I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it. You do know what those rings mean. Maybe that’s why they’re the right rings for us.”

Lover was so relieved. He’d been postponing this conversation for days, hinting about the subject, afraid Angel would see it as invasive rather than a token of the love he knew the three of them shared. One night in his soul he’d even dreamed to Starlight about it. She had been expecting to hear from Lover, already knowing it would happen. She’d encouraged him to talk with Angel about it. Now that he’d agreed, Lover was almost ready for parts two and three of his idea.

“You know, I’m not trying in any way to replace Starlight in your life, in our life. And I think I know a way to keep her with us and make the rings our own, too.”

Angel was open to that. “Tell me.”

Again, Lover took a long breath before speaking.

“Well, there’s room inside the rings for another engraving.” Hesitantly he added, “And an inlaid stone on the outside.”

“What engraving?” asked Angel.

“I love you.”

“I like it. And what stones?”

“Our birthstones. I wear yours and you wear mine.”

Instantly Angel knew this was right. He remembered what Starlight taught him, how his heart and his soul were big enough to let another love live alongside theirs. It would complete the love inside which they lived, the three of them together.


So Angel and his Treasure sized Starlight’s ring, got them engraved and the birthstones inlaid as Lover had suggested, the “I love you” alongside the “You love me” that Angel and Starlight had worn. Lover’s ring had Angel’s birthstone, an inlaid “star” garnet, deep red and believed to channel faith, consistency and virtue. Angel’s ring had Lover’s birthstone, an inlaid Kashmir blue sapphire with a subtle violet undertone, channeling clear thinking and wisdom. Each stone described its owner and its wearer perfectly, gleaming beautifully in the platinum bands.

It was difficult but they managed to keep the rings a secret. Their engayment announcement was timed so that the next edition of “Rolling Stone” magazine published it first, along with a warm, loving photo on the cover of the two of them wrapped around each other as usual, smiling their love, the engayment rings on the third finger of their left hands. After the ceremony the rings would be replaced by wedding bands, the engayment rings transferred to their right hands. People said the two men, the photo and its meaning were almost too much beautiful.


The story was picked up, published and broadcast in the media all around the world. Congratulations for the popular couple poured in from everywhere, everywhere except for two places. One was a small town not far from the Canadian border in northern Idaho. The other was an old, rundown, forgotten part of a Washington, D.C. ghetto. Though very different, the two places had something in common.

Someone, in each of them, was holding a deep and abiding grudge.

Tomorrow in “Children” – It was perfect


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