Fiction
Betrothal: A Gay Trans Biblical Romance
I am my beloved’s and he is mine
Outside, the sun is down and evening darkness falls soft across the city. Inside, the table is set and ready, warm light from oil lamps casting shadows as the twelve take their places for the feast. Yasha catches Yohan’s hand and pulls him down on his right to share his seat as the rest settle around them.
Yasha looks around the table and the sadness that has settled in him for the past several days mutes his smile. “I am so glad we are able to be together tonight. I had so deeply wished that we could have this last Passover together.”
Last Passover? Yohan looks up at Yasha, but he is leaning forward to pick up the jug of wine from the middle of the table. A chill creeps over Yohan’s skin like cold fire as Yasha pours the rich red liquid into a goblet.
Setting down the jug, Yasha lifts the goblet in both hands, the wine catching the light from the lamps. The others gaze up at him, their faces as perplexed and bewildered as Yohan feels, as Yasha says a prayer of thanks to the Father. As he lowers the cup, Yasha looks down and meets Yohan’s eyes, and his smile softens. Yasha drinks from the goblet, then holds it for Yohan.
