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Winter RP: The Citadel

It's late afternoon, just approaching evening, and one of the less-imposing reception rooms in the Citadel at the heart of the City of Glass is lit up by a glorious sunset. The dry heat of the desert day is starting to die off; the temperature sits at a pleasant level now.

The walls of the room are made of thick, solid glass panes, in deceptively delicate white stone frames. They are punctuated at regular intervals by wall hangings embroidered with intricate geometric patterns, in green and gold. There is a large, extravagant rug, woven in similar colors, covering the floor. The ceiling, high above, is more glass, fogged, and gilded around the edges to match the gold in the tapestries.

One wall is dominated by a pair of double doors that swing open onto an enclosed pleasure garden, with carefully maintained flowers climbing the walls and a murmuring fountain in the center. There are white gravel paths marking out four regular quadrants.

The portals are opening once again...

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"Definitely," Morgan agreed. "I can talk to my brother and my girlfriend. Wouldn't be able to without the internet." Zie might have left out the girlfriend part, except he had clearly mentioned that his sister had a girlfriend--or favorite, whatever-- so he was probably cool with queer people. Not that there was exactly a word for what Morgan was, because language hadn't caught up with gender variance yet, but whatever.

"Oh! You have a girlfriend? What's she like?" In Isshiri's experience, people were often--not always, but often--willing to talk for a long time about their lovers, and that often said more than they realized about themselves, as well. Asking was a way to get to know people a little better, without asking rude, direct, prying questions.

"She's amazing," Morgan said, starting straight off with the important information. "Her name is Paige, and she's just so nice and smart and funny, I can't believe she's going out with me, you know? Plus, and this is the awesome thing, she's raising her half-sister because their dad is a fucktard and their brother doesn't have a lot of time, so Kayleigh lives with Paige. And I guess she's a teenager, you know how that goes, but Paige is so patient with her and basically I just really love her." Zie grinned, a little stupidly, the way zie always did when thinking about Paige. "What about you, you got somebody?"

Isshiri's mind immediately went to Mel, which was ridiculous because gods only knew if--and, besides, the two of them had escaped hell together, which was probably--

He flushed and shook his head. "I...ah, no, no, I'm not...I'm not seeing anyone." He cleared his throat. "Your girlfriend sounds wonderful.

((OOC: So apparently this Isshiri comes from the Gay!Isshiri AU. Good to know!))

"She is wonderful," Morgan said, and then added with a grin, "And you're lying. Might not have somebody but you want to, huh?"

He flushed, if possible, even darker. Maybe asking about Morgan's girlfriend hadn't been the best idea after all. "I...it's...well, the thing is...he...I don't...we escaped together, from...from somewhere awful, and I don't know if that's why...it's complicated. Of course, that's even assuming he favors boys, which I think he does, but I can't be sure, and...this sort of thing is hard."

"Oh," Morgan said. "One of those. Well, Captain Awkward says you should always ask your crush out, because you really have nothing to lose."

"I'll have to find him again first," Isshiri said, trying not to be too gloomy. "Which means I have to convince Mother to let me leave the country..."

Morgan blinked. "Convince your mother? Why don't you just go?" Not that zie could really talk, but at least zie supported zirself.

Isshiri made a face. "Same reason I got stabbed. Politics." Though, to be fair, his getting stabbed actually had nothing to do with Mother--well, except for the part that she'd probably been pulling strings to get Uncle King to declare war for years, and whether she'd deliberately meant it to be him or not, that was why he'd been sent to Feredar, and brought the information which had led to the declaration, which had led to the backlash, which had led to him bleeding on the floor.

"Well, that sucks," Morgan said. "I'm glad politics doesn't really affect me." Zie paused. "Well, mostly because people don't believe I exist but whatever."

He blinked. "You don't...but you seem completely real to me. And I've had hallucinations before--fevers that high are not fun." Of course, there were also supposedly drugs that could induce them, and that might be fun, someday. For the experience.

"Oh, uh," Morgan said. "I'm real, people just insist I'm not who I am. Which is genderqueer, by the way. Don't know if you people have that kind of label here." Zir back stiffened unconsciously.

"I...don't think so?" Isshiri said. "At least, not in Glass, but the world is very big. What does it mean? I can guess, but I don't want to offend you if I'm wrong." One thing he'd learned--one thing Mother had made sure he'd learned--before he even thought of leaving home, was how not to make assumptions. That way, if he offended someone, he could be damn sure there was a reason.

Not that he'd necessarily put it into practice--though, he'd shown what he would call a remarkable restraint in Feredar, until he'd decided to get himself arrested and...okay, maybe not the best example.

Genderqueer 101, yet again. At least this guy didn't have the internet, or the word. "Basically, it means I'm not a boy or a girl but somewhere in between." Zie shrugged. "Gender's a continuum and I'm not on either end."

"Oh," Isshiri said. It wasn't quite what he'd've guessed, so it was a good thing he hadn't, but it was something close. "That...makes sense."

Whatever, close enough. "Yeah," Morgan said. "But, like I said, people are dumb and won't believe it exists."

That, on the other hand, did not make sense. "That's...awful. And cruel. And...even stupider than most cruelty like that. It's just...the world is just so big, and there are so many people in it, and just about everything else internal to a person that makes them who they are is on some kind of continuum, so...I mean, I wouldn't have thought of gender specifically without you mentioning it, but given the concept..." He sighed. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to offend. I have met...very bigoted people whose beliefs make absolutely no sense for other reasons." Again, his hand went to his throat. "Just...never that particular variety, and it seems...the world is too big for people to just...not exist in it." He realized, at that point, that really he should just quit while he was ahead, instead of digging himself deeper and deeper. "And I'm babbling, I'm sorry again." He clapped his other hand over his mouth to keep himself from letting off a giant sparkling metaphorical fire dragon and getting himself into trouble again.

"Meh," Morgan said, and shrugged. "You're basically saying what me and people like me have been saying for years and years and years. At this point I'm just waiting for the stupid ones to die off. You know what they say about younger generations getting more and more liberal and all that crap. Or, you know, there's always Darwin."

"That does make sense, yes," Isshiri agreed. "That younger generations are more open to change. Who's Darwin?"

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