Editing TLD, and I’d honestly forgotten I wrote this part, but I really like it. It feels really good to be able to talk explicitly about Sir Swordasome being trans, despite that word not existing in this context.
“And as for you, brave knight,” Raev continued, “I gift… this.”
Once again, Raev held out eir paw. This time, however, it contained nothing but a tiny glass vial.
“His heart’s greatest desire is a headache cure?”
“Aren’t you delightful,” Raev giggled, “No. This… well, this is magic.”
It was far from the first time Sir Swordasome had been offered a magical tincture. It was, however, the first time he thought there might be something in the magical tincture other than swamp water and sweet smelling but potentially poisonous herbs. Tentatively, he reached out and took it, realising that the vial wasn’t as small as it seemed, Raev just had really big paws.
“Drink,” Raev said softly, cupping Sir Swordasome’s face in a way that was supposed to be gentle, but was mostly just itchy, “And your physical mortal form shall be transformed. The mismatch and discomfort that has plagued you these last fifty years shall be gone, and you shall be gifted with a body that truly reflects the man you have discovered yourself to be.
“Besides,” Ey added, “Imagine how much time you’ll save not having to wrap your chest every morning.”
“Ah.” Sir Swordasome said. Awkwardly, and wondering when Raev was going to remove their paw from his face, he held the vial back out. “No thank you.”
“You’re welco- wait. I’m sorry? You don’t want your heart’s greatest desire?”
“The modification of one’s body is against my religion, o noble keeper,” Sir Swordasome explained, still holding out the vial that Raev didn’t seem to be making any move to retrieve, “I appreciate you offering me this gift, but I am afraid I must decline.”
“It’s true.” If interjected, “He won’t even let me get my ears pierced.”
“But…” Stammered Raev, who most definitely had not been expecting this, and was consequently floundering slightly, “I mean, admittedly I don’t know an awful lot about this whole gender concept, but-”
“Like you said, o keeper,” Sir Swordasome said, “I have been living with my dysphoria for fifty years. I am confident in my ability to deal with it for the undoubtedly few years I have remaining.”
“And if you don’t hurry up, you’ll spend all of those years on this awful couch,” Cedrix scowled, having grown impatient with this the entire scenario roughly six sentences ago, “He doesn’t want it, may we move on now?”
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