[OOC: the last couple days have been such a mess, sorry for the lag!]
Teddy blinks a few times. Whatever response they’d expected, it wasn’t the dawning delight with which Iggy absorbs the idea. There’s a subtle feeling of no seriously, what fucked up fever dream is this, but all they can do is grin at Iggy’s impression, if slightly bemusedly.
It doesn’t escape him that Iggy slaps Miss Jackson if you’re nasty on top of big dick energy and puts he/him with soft. It’s not always the case, but it actually is a lot of the time, the same way that since he started binding more often than not, it’s much less intimidating to wear lace or cropped tanks or scoop necks. And besides that, it’s just thoughtful.
Teddy beams right along with him, nodding along in pleased excitement. “Yeah, no — exactly! That’s. Perfect.”
How the hell are they standing in the middle of a …magic communist Ren Faire village that yanked them bodily from home and this is where Teddy feels maybe the most seen they ever have?
And then Iggy closes the distance, a little, to tell them seriously that they’re not weird. Teddy’s half tempted to look around like where am I and what fever dream IS this?. They aren’t bothered, historically, by being a weird kid, especially because of pushing back against norms: they like that about themselves and it’s found them good friends. But it can be lonely, especially when the thing they’re pushing back with is just themself. Iggy so easily accepts it and there’s no reason he has to.
“Oh, I absolutely am weird,” he demurs, but it’s warm and very grateful and just a tiny bit wobbly. “And gender is such a fucking scam, and. …Would it be okay if I gave you a hug?”
The change of subject makes Teddy snort-giggle. “I don’t think of Maid Marian as having the titty shelf dresses, but I also think of her as being a fox. In the furry Disney way.
“You could rock a corset though. Hell yes. Do it. Not sure either of us are made for heaving bosoms, but. Who knows, maybe one of the gods grants petitions for uh, bodily alterations of a temporary nature.”
Teddy pauses. “Man, if they did they’d have a new devotee. That’d be. Amazing. Also just fun.”
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Teddy blinks a few times. Whatever response they’d expected, it wasn’t the dawning delight with which Iggy absorbs the idea. There’s a subtle feeling of no seriously, what fucked up fever dream is this, but all they can do is grin at Iggy’s impression, if slightly bemusedly.
It doesn’t escape him that Iggy slaps Miss Jackson if you’re nasty on top of big dick energy and puts he/him with soft. It’s not always the case, but it actually is a lot of the time, the same way that since he started binding more often than not, it’s much less intimidating to wear lace or cropped tanks or scoop necks. And besides that, it’s just thoughtful.
Teddy beams right along with him, nodding along in pleased excitement. “Yeah, no — exactly! That’s. Perfect.”
How the hell are they standing in the middle of a …magic communist Ren Faire village that yanked them bodily from home and this is where Teddy feels maybe the most seen they ever have?
And then Iggy closes the distance, a little, to tell them seriously that they’re not weird. Teddy’s half tempted to look around like where am I and what fever dream IS this?. They aren’t bothered, historically, by being a weird kid, especially because of pushing back against norms: they like that about themselves and it’s found them good friends. But it can be lonely, especially when the thing they’re pushing back with is just themself. Iggy so easily accepts it and there’s no reason he has to.
“Oh, I absolutely am weird,” he demurs, but it’s warm and very grateful and just a tiny bit wobbly. “And gender is such a fucking scam, and. …Would it be okay if I gave you a hug?”
The change of subject makes Teddy snort-giggle. “I don’t think of Maid Marian as having the titty shelf dresses, but I also think of her as being a fox. In the furry Disney way.
“You could rock a corset though. Hell yes. Do it. Not sure either of us are made for heaving bosoms, but. Who knows, maybe one of the gods grants petitions for uh, bodily alterations of a temporary nature.”
Teddy pauses. “Man, if they did they’d have a new devotee. That’d be. Amazing. Also just fun.”