Deorum (Of Gods)
All right, so, I hit 400 followers and as promised, here is Deorum! This is just the first part, obviously, because…uh…I’m me, so naturally this is pushing 30 pages. Also: Deorum is Latin for ‘of (the) gods,’ Jack is…not the Christian god, nor is he Jesus. I thought that was apparent, but there was much confusion in my writing class so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. And for once, the curtains are not just blue, everything has a meaning, EVERYTHING. Feel free to hit me up if you want a detailed breakdown.
“A woman I don’t know is boiling tea the Indian way in my kitchen,” Jack Deorum hissed into his phone, keeping one eye on the red-lipped woman at his counter. He was as far away as he could manage while staying within visual range, taking care to keep his voice down, and the woman seemed unperturbed. Her hands were graceful, flashing quick and lovely about the white porcelain of his favorite mug and the black-brushed steel of his electric kettle. Her masses of coiling black hair spilled down her back, stark as paint against the drape of her rose and gold sari, cut in a South Indian style. Her feet were bare and delicate.
