Newlywed Falak and her wife Steise hoped that moving to one of the newly opened space stations orbiting beyond Mars would give them a chance at a whole new life. At the very least, it got them away from their abusive families.
Unfortunately, familiar problems with new faces appeared as soon as they started their new lives. Falak wasn’t sure that she could cope with her supervisor’s controlling tendencies but for Steise, she’d do anything, including confronting the man stalking Steise. Stardust In Your Veins is a sweet story of new love, new horizons and confronting the challenges facing you with everything you’ve got.
Stardust In Your Veins
Air hissed overhead, constantly streaming past Falak in the great silver air vents that stretched the length and breadth of the station. The constant flow chafed against her skin. Air should gust and drift, stagnate and bake, hoard moisture until your skin felt as though you had been dipped into water. It was strange for it to be so steady and bland against her cheeks.
None of which appeared to bother Steise. She grinned as she stared at everything around them, head swiveling to take in every sight available. Her breath was anything but steady. Steise gasped and cooed at the docking bay doors closing behind them. The blond woven grass wall coverings drew little murmurs of fascination as she ran her fingers along them. When they stepped from the long hallway out into the baggage claim area Steise clapped both hands in front of her mouth, not quite managing to stifle the squeal of delight.
“It’s huge!” Steise exclaimed. “Falak, look at it! I didn’t expect there to be so much open space. It’s beautiful. Oh, look at the murals on the walls!”
Her honey-blond hair, deceptively fine and delicate for a person so forceful, ended up in her mouth. Steise didn’t notice other than to make an absent-minded attempt to brush it out. Falak chuckled, tugging the strands away from Steise’s face. The relative stability of their trip here with it’s never-changing room and utterly boring meals had clearly shattered Steise’s always fragile control.
“They’re not as beautiful as you,” Falak chuckled, hands on either side of Steise’s cheeks to get her to focus for a moment. Falak’s silver wedding ring glimmered amid Steise’s hair. “Where were we supposed to pick up our crates? And where are our new rooms?”
“Flattery will get you toppled right back into bed,” Steise said as she tugged Falak into a quick kiss. “After we have a bed, of course. That comes first. Or maybe getting food. We should have something to eat. They said that we’d have plenty of variety once we got here. Oh, and we should really think about getting some decorations for our rooms, too. There’s so much we need to get done before we start work!”
Steise looked around and then pointed across the vast and echoing room, smiling so brightly that Falak felt as though she was losing something critical, her heart, her soul, perhaps her reason, to her fierce love for Steise. The woman was life incarnate, always moving, never still. Sometimes it exhausted Falak trying to keep up with Steise’s swift shifts of mood and plan but it was worth it. Everything was worth it to be free.
They carefully crossed the room. Steise dodged other families come with them to live on the newly completed station, barely aware of the heavy lifting bots rumbling as they carried over-packed crates to their intended destinations. Falak kept a grip on Steise’s wrist, very aware of the dangers.
That wasn’t what bothered her though. It was the children, so many children who ran and shouted far too loudly for Falak’s taste. Most were dark skinned, dark haired. The station welcomed people of color with open arms unlike some of the older, more established stations closer to the sun. Falak frowned as six children under the age of nine ran by, laughing and shrieking at being liberated from their cramped ship quarters. A glare at their parents produced nothing besides a wry smile and shrug in return.
Children should be seen and not heard.
Except that wasn’t right. Children were not to be seen either. They should stay out of sight, safe inside. Girls should be safe. It was not right to walk outside where anyone could see them. Men were animals who might grab them and attack, ruining them to sate their monster lusts.
Falak’s breath caught as sense memories of being wrapped in her mother’s restraining arms as she hissed stories of rape and abuse. She lost the smell of new plastic and steel, instead smelling Mother’s lavender-scented lotion. The too-powerful memory sucked Falak down like being dragged under water, being held, being restrained with too long nails dragging through her hair. Good girls do not shout. They do not run. They play quietly, sew and read and cook and clean and do as they are told.
Dimly, painfully, Falak squeezed her fingers around Steise’s wrist. It was so hard to push past the flashback. Help, she needed help. Steise always helped her escape the memories when Falak couldn’t. Falak’s fingers spasmed around Steise’s wrist, finally notifying her wife of the danger.
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