I Love Writing Genderfluid Witches
Laguz leaned back on one elbow and looked up at Kestrel, lone sharp eye traveling over the lines of the Witch's face and down the rest, clearly taking in every detail of how his consort stood, every micro-expression. He seemed to recognize something new in it, because he gave a subtle, fond smile. "Who are you today?" he asked in a low rumble. One big hand reached up to toy with his consort's collar, fingertips tracing the large metal ring and drawing out a shiver. "A Witch, as always," Kestrel said with a flash of a grin. "But today that Witch feels like a she, a her, and she a me." "All right. Then she is beautiful," Laguz murmured, catching Kestrel's hand and pressing a kiss to its palm. He continued up her arm, a kiss with every adjective. "And clever. And Gods-touched. And..." "And fantastic?" Kestrel teased back, leaning in closer, bumping one hip against the Storm King's shoulder. "Fantastically strange." "Brilliant? "Maddening." Laguz chuckled, low and throaty, Kestrel's higher giggle a harmonizing counterpoint. "And yes." Another kiss, this time against her neck, just above the leather collar. "Yes, she is."
(An excerpt from PORTRAIT OF THREE LOVERS AT SEA, my ongoing romantic fantasy serial powered by Patreon!)
