Fiction
“Men Don’t Marry Men” — an elf asks his gay human lover to marry him
“Why should we not marry?”
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The afternoon sun filtered through the trees to the lakeshore where Brynellin lounged on a blanket with Henry, the remnants of a picnic strewn about them. Henry lay on his back with his hands folded on his stomach, his eyes closed, a gentle breeze ruffling the dark reddish-brown curls on his forehead. Brynellin lay on his side next to Henry, propped up on an elbow, unable to take his eyes from Henry’s face. “Henry?”
Henry’s eyes opened and he squinted at the sky, then turned his head to face Brynellin, and smiled. “Yes?”
“Will you marry me?”
Henry’s eyes widened, and his mouth fell open. He studied Brynellin’s face as if in disbelief. “What?”
“Have I botched it again?” Brynellin asked. “Only I couldn’t find a human ritual for asking a man, only for asking a woman.”
“That’s because it’s the men who do the asking,” Henry said distractedly, still staring at Brynellin as if befuddled, a small frown between his brows.
“Well, I am a man,” Brynellin pointed out. “How am I to ask a man?”
