Companion Theses Pieces: What if Unc Nunkie was Bluebeard?
CW: homosexuality, death, domestic violence
If Unc Nunkie/Stephen Seebania were once in his younger days Bluebeard
His story could be him leaving the American Fairylands for fortune and a future he could feel apart of him as to in his Blue House on the seas as much in Barbary clutches as Dutch holdings and interests, to end in Italy.
His quiet but intense and stubborn demeanor and ignorant foreign travel along with genuine ‘high risk trading/adventure’ ended up losing him wife after wife, mainly to disease (cf. traversing fairy germ theory meagerness today, his times were emptier than that) though some of his widowings were if play by foul interference lingering from business. And one suicide, believing; as Munch-kin are not men or fey- neither the small or tall folk – as truly both and between at same time but at different time or with tempering choice and chance grow to one “height” or another,; she married a devil. The staff couldn’t be as sure or in their conviction to mistress or master in word or deed and so were turned out and ruined for safety and spite for perfidy by tragedy’s survivor.
The now, perfectly respectful merchant of foreign lands, was unable to part with his dears so kept the remains, preserving and visiting his brides and carrying them, and contagious misfortune or pernicious hearsay, to each new home. A new chance to find a lasting future. Reigning in and reined by never departed but ever slowly diminishing love or grief for his heartfelt failed decisions.
The last wife found his horrible secret and he felt so attacked lashed out. So he was driven out and beheaded, but kept enough Ozian magic within he would..well, not die.
Or, best said, was able to recover from such injury, once made it home to heal only to see loss of only person seemed to get past his isolation and anxiety most, his sister.
Taking on his prince to seclusion as ward – Orphaned by the, in his very-own-to-his-view wise eyes, varlet rascal father- the royal family of the pre Oz consolidation remnant munchkin land (Seebania) fell out completely. Unlucky age and life, but bad luck is soothed with love of true family. So Nunkie acted and spoke not of the misfortune so to restrict its rapacity.
When he meets The Jumper, heart tempered by peace and learning and care-giving of a youngster whose hourly challenges make the elder munchkin rethink and see a better new lifetime he’d never foresaw at his nephew’s age – he cannot help but stoke again to consummate;
Azurestreaks sweeping wide through turkeyfeet,
let the prairie burn hot as rocky mountain spots.
They clinched and clung in a swimming and laundering hole pleased their skin never free of both the others lips and pant area the entire time, trousers left carefree under the tree outside the water.
But once the week ended so must their affair, the Elder was sure and Jumper dismayed
Self recriminating at such loss of composure Der Blauer Stefano Bart Nuncio Seebania, sulkened and scowled thrice as much as ever did before to his young Ojo’s recollection. Refusing to utter word of or to the foreign contractor for Princess Ozma his heart ran its own pace at. He dare not begin to have the courage to speak and love and tear apart from his blood again.
So began a long term project, more challenging and trying and frustrating and longer than any road, monument, or buildwork Jumper would also be to in his Oz tenure. He needed to build a bridge to a hardened heart and barred by leadened tongue to bind him in hand as much in heart hutched ardor.
3 week assignment by her Poppiness
Jumper reassured Nunkie and created a love language of tactile fingertips run across the flesh so he may talk and reach his lover and him back without breaking silence or contact. That last assured another assistant in his developmental endeavor;
With apologises to a master of queer SF
the longing and wit of Stephan himself against his on stubborn disillusion distrust which had developed into a reticent handicap.
Once assured and his nephew reunited with his horserider father he heard The Companionship Proposal; to travel between roles, worlds, and lives unless untimely death, until surrender, retreat, or grasp and sew a living magic star fit to his very breast.
He was endlessly enchanted, the now empty nester. But he wasn’t sure if his lover could last.
A hybrid of a different type; once man now many other things as one incomplete work striding and changing with each world-step. If his lover’s life didn’t diminish couldn’t his love or heart? And so, leaving touching mementos on hand, his lover leapt-left for over 30 years to return in an instant. Though not, as Nunkie’d worried, for need of his love, but to turn the immortal fairy slaying Deadly Desert that bordered the greater country of Oz into a weapon against what followed him back. She was a living event of rolling violation. A storm of spawning consumption with a voice and mind. But once that was ended the lover rushed on sparking silver shod feet to embrace Nunkie and explain his return.
Age had paid him, made him more great, even wiser at loving, but also added distance. Now Nunkie feared his loss more than resented and brooded on it.And that made him act He clasps to The Jumper not as prior, but in pledge. His argyr-trim fingers set him his lover’s Companion, never able to be truly let go if Jumper accepted.
And so it has been
