hey full offense but the ‘use the right pronouns even if the person is horrible!’ statements arent made to coddle horrible ppl, its saying ‘dont view correct pronouns as a fucking privilege that can be taken away once people decide you’ve fucked up enough’, misgendering someone on purpose is transphobic no matter what bc it equates transphobia as a ‘punishment’ for bad people, pronouns are a part of baseline human respect, its that simple
A long breath before flicking through folders to one unnamed, holding a few distant shots of a short elven woman in a bright red dress taken earlier in the day. What a looker.
Whether it was the shimmering near-gold of her wavy hair or the way the light seemed to dance in the brilliant greens of her eyes in their brief interaction on the subway, or maybe the wispy mixture of bourbon, cigarettes, and fake citrus-scent that no-one else but hounds could have tracked her by, Charlie knew she was the one.
The next one.
“Uff - hey there, sorry miss, y’alright? Shoulda been watchin’ my step there.”
With a solid thunk, Charlie and - as they would learn later - Hesede smacked squarely into each other at the corner between the subway’s bathroom and the exit staircase, itself near the corner of 5th and Main, nearly sending the smaller woman tumbling and losing hold of her handbag.
“Ah, geez, lemme get that for ya- hey, this is a nice bag, where’d ya get it? I might pick one up myself. They tell me I ain’t exactly the bag wearin’ type but I figure it’s better to have than not, haha. Looks good on you, though.”
If the slender elf blushed any harder, the scent of her blood may have come to the fore, too. A distraction. What she offered was more than enough, subdued but unique. She looked young, mid-twenties, probably, if she were a human, but it’s always hard to tell with the elves since they age so slowly. Smooth skin, overlined lips, precious freckles barely visible beneath her foundation.
“Anton’s? Sure, I know the place. Not that far from my shop, couple blocks. Me? Yeah, Janssen Leatherworks, you oughta stop in some time, be glad to have ya - but, hey, thanks for the hot tip, I won’t hold ya up any more. Haha, you too, have a nice day.”
Watching her clear the top step and the hem of her dress flick out of sight, Charlie decided they didn’t really need to take the train right then, after all, and keeping out of sight in the busy city, especially from the unsuspecting, was child’s play.
Forgot this dang picture on my phone. But look! It's me and @hulizi at the cafe I like so much! Boy, lemme tell ya, great place there, real swell. If we ever hang out and I don't take ya there, I'm gonna need ya to check if I went and got replaced by a wizard or somethin', haha!
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