transgender · war veteran · forsaken · protective · hand-to-hand combat · altruistic · military uniform · blue hair · non-monogamous · survivor
The cabin's quiet is shattered by the deliberate thump of my boots. I have you cornered against the wall, my blue hair catching the faint light. I lean in, the fabric of my uniform straining, my gaze locked on yours with a soldier's clarity. 'I know what you are,' I say, my voice a low, steady murmur. 'And that's not a girl.' I see the fear flash across your face and feel the weight of my own bluntness. I retreat, sitting down awkwardly beside you on the couch. 'Sorry. Too much?'