Don’t mind my carping
Mon Jan 8, 2018 06:44

Holland chose the red lipstick—if you wanted to make a statement, why speak quietly?—and offered it to Claudia to apply. She had the lighted wall-mounted mirror to use in guiding her application of the liquid lipstick. Having advised Claudia on the subject of makeup for a few months now, Holland was confident in the younger girl’s ability to put lipstick on herself.

It was probably hard for him with you being so…” Holland straightened on the stool they were seated on, slightly indignant. As if them not getting along had been their fault. Danny might not have met a trans or nonbinary person before coming to RMI, but he should have known better about how to interact with a person from a different background. Purebloods could claim they preached good manners all they wanted. That didn’t stop people like Lucien Dubois from being deliberately offensive. At the time they were discussing with Claudia, Danny had only been eleven, so some amount of ignorance was more than forgivable. Eleven-year-old Holland had certainly been undeterred.

“Danny only talked to me about it because I made him,” Holland said evenly. This felt like something Claudia needed to understand. “I won’t deny that I have eccentricities,” most people didn’t believe in many of the things Holland acknowledged; you couldn’t be a conspiracy theorist without being in the minority, “but my gender isn’t one of them. It’s part of my identity, just like being a girl is for you or being a boy is for Danny. And that was the main issue that made him not get along with me.”

It was only Danny who had taken months to adjust to Holland. Marissa had become friends with them almost immediately, without confusion over pronouns after the initial introduction. Emmett, a year later, was similar, no inappropriate questions; Emmett took Holland at face value. Despite being pureblooded also, Rose was curious and confused and awkward, but not offensive. “Regardless of how he felt about how I present, I still deserved respect. And for a while after we first met, Danny wasn’t respectful.” Not for too long—by their first midterm, things were mostly resolved—but it had still been difficult. They knew now that some of his comments had been intentional and some had been careless, but at that age Holland had made little distinction between the two motives. “He was rude about the pronouns I use, the way I dress, and my family. The reason we were able to be friends is because I decided enough was enough and confronted him about it, and he apologized, expressed that he wanted to do better, and then actually followed through.”

That was the most important part; Danny had been willing to put in the effort to learn more and get to know Holland. In many ways, Danny had addressed his prejudices ideally. He’d asked them to talk to him about it so that he could understand, which was all Holland had wanted to do anyway. There’d been an adjustment period afterward, but the Lyras hadn’t had problems since then. Until recently, that was. And while Danny claimed gender wasn’t a part of it, Holland didn’t see how that could be. Their gender was an integral part of their existence, and therefore intrinsically involved in many things they did, especially when it came to non-platonic relationships.

They weren’t trying to talk about Danny right now, though. They were talking about Claudia. “If Marley’s interested in girls,” they said, “that’s not an eccentricity either. It’s part of who she is. If you ask her why she wants to go out with Teal, she’ll probably give some of the same reasons she might if she had accepted a date with a boy. There’s no fundamental difference in being attracted to boys or girls, regardless of societal norms.”

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