A Demon for Forever by K.L. Noone

Author:K.L. Noone [Noone, K.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: JMS Books LLC
Published: 2020-02-06T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 4

As autumn set in, as New York prepared itself with big cozy sweaters and colorful umbrellas and long scarves, their invitations went out. A Midwinter wedding. The season they’d fallen in love, or acknowledged being in love, and saved each other.

Anna phoned to ask whether they’d booked a photographer yet because she’d been going down wedding checklists and hadn’t seen anything about it. Kris said, “Hang on, we’ll call you back,” and went and found Justin, who was halfway through assembling a massive pot of what’d be homemade spaghetti sauce. “Ah. Can we even have a photographer?”

He wanted to. He hadn’t realized just how badly until right this second. He wanted pictures of himself and the man he loved on the day they stood up to proclaim that love.

He knew it’d be tricky. Demons were notoriously difficult to capture on film. Magical interference. Fuzziness. A lot of pictures of Justin, unless he was deliberately putting on the most human of his faces, came out as very attractive blurs of color.

Justin set down garlic. “I didn’t realize you were that concerned about it.”

“I’m not.”

“You are. I can hear it. Sorry, I meant to tell you, but we hadn’t quite worked it out yet. It’s promising, though.”

“What is?”

“Kelly and James and Stephanie have been working on interdimensional photographic developing methods,” Justin said, and Kris’s heart skipped a beat, because Justin’s engineering-genius family—stepmother, oldest younger sibling, and said sibling’s fiancée—could do just about anything they aimed that intimidating intelligence toward. They collectively already held patents on the experimental dimensional gateway technology, and the levitating high-speed rail transport system.

Justin went on, “They’re trying to get the focus to work. One of Kelly’s grad students has a wild talent, in tune with light and the spectrum or something, it’s more technical than that but don’t ask me to explain. They’ve had me and Aunt Raissa pop over for some test pictures. They’re coming out better and better. So we can probably have pictures, if you don’t mind my brother taking them with a university-property physics-lab camera.”

“I don’t,” Kris said. “I mean I don’t mind. I mean…thank you. And them. That’s…thanks, love.”

Justin, who still had garlic on his fingers, leaned against Kris; Kris kissed his temple.

“I was going to tell you once we’d gotten it a little more refined,” Justin said. “Maybe next week.”

“I trust James to take pictures of us,” Kris said. “I like your brother. And…”

“You like the idea of having pictures of us,” Justin said. “Together.”

“Yeah.”

“I know,” Justin said. “Me too.”

* * * *

The invitations they’d picked out were tiny works of art, luxurious swirls of color and texture. Justin, who knew a calligrapher—Justin knew a lot of people with a lot of skills—had asked her to handwrite addresses of friends and family, though she’d need a detailed list sent over along with the box of stationery. He and Kris settled in on the sofa to come up with that; Justin did the typing, in a spreadsheet, which was probably Anna’s influence.

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