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 Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2017 8:22 am
He rubbed his arm anxiously as he eyed the door. Was it a trick? A trap? The guy seemed nice enough and because of it, Melody felt guilty for questioning his motives at all. The date had been pleasant even if his attention had been split. There was nothing to imply anything bad. But then again.
He suddenly realized he had been wearing a path into the floor in front of Nash's door and stopped.
Deep breath. Okay. You can do this.
He reached out and knocked.
s**t. RUN.
He wanted to but didn't.
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2017 4:10 pm
Nash fortunately was actually in his dorm and not away on the training fields or visiting certain people. At present, he was lounging across his bed in a pair of low slung black sweats and an off the shoulder black shirt with neon green markings, staring up at the ceiling and doing absolutely nothing conducive to society - which for Nash, was a problem, because he hated sitting around.
The knock on his door made him frown, but Nash sat up, swung his legs over the side of the bed and padded over, pulling it open.
He blinked, then relaxed into an easy smile that looked like a smirk, but was really just Nash's default expression other than a scowl.
"Hey, Melody. What brings you to my door today?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2017 4:31 pm
Melody was wearing probably the poofiest dress he owned, a muted rosy pink with black lace and ribbon corset-style tie-backs and lace pattern stalkings to match. He was wearing flats, but he preferred flats on the island anyway. "Remember that thing we started to sorta talk about on our, uhm, our date?" He asked, his eyes still wide with anxiety over this entire situation. "About um... about clothes."
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2017 7:20 am
It took Nash a moment to comprehend.
"Oh," he said, and smiled. "Yeah. Wanna come in and talk more about it?"
He stepped back and gestured for Melody to come in, holding the door open. The room wasn't exactly giant, but as long as they didn't shut the door it wouldn't feel quite so claustrophobic and small inside. Nash padded over to his bed and flung himself onto it.
"What's up?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2017 4:10 pm
Melody was clutching a fist full of fabric from the top of his dress, muscles tense and the look on his face vacant - until Nash smiled. He offered a wobbly smile in reply before following Nash's offer and stepped inside his room. He looked at the door over his shoulder thoughtfully and began chewing his bottom lip. "It's... kinda private, right now, is it okay if I close this?," he pointed at Nash's door.
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2017 6:50 am
The guy looked positively petrified. Nash raised an eyebrow, then shrugged.
"Sure. What's up? You look like you're gonna pass out."
A pause.
"You're not actually gonna pass out, are you?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2017 5:37 pm
Melody pulled the door shut and as soon as he heard the click, turned back around to Nash. He took a deep breath and exhaled. "I'm not gunna pass out. I just." Another deep breath. "I'malsoaboyandlikeyouIweardressesonlyI'monlycomfortableindressesandI'mafraidtobemeincasepeoplegetmadandtrytohurtmeandIjustdon'tknowhowyoudoitIneedhelp." All blurted out in a single exhale. He blinked at Nash. Did he really think Nash understood all that? Maybe.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2017 6:16 am
Nash was sitting sideways on the bed so that his back was against the wall and his legs dangled over the side of it, one ankle crossed loosely over the other. His fingers were laced together over his stomach as he watched Melody shut the door, eyebrows still raised.
The tangle of words that spilled together made Nash stare for a few more seconds as he tried to untangle them.
"Uh," he said, then, "Can you repeat that?"
A pause.
"I think I got it, but I just want to make sure."
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2017 6:59 am
Melody laughed nervously, fingers wringing anxiously. "Sorry." He was facing the bed, but his gaze kept shooting randomly all over the room. "I'm just. Scared. I know you wont judge me, I hope, but I'm so used to it being an issue. I mean. That I'm a boy and I wear dresses." He flinched, almost instinctively expecting the world to collapse in on him. Even when nothing happened. "But I just. I'm scared."
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2017 10:17 am
It was a little surprising, but all that registered on Nash's face was still the raised brows while he tried to figure the logistics of it all. Once he managed to put two and two together, it became easier; a lightbulb had finally clicked, and Nash's head went oh.
"Scared of what, exactly?" he asked, not rudely, but simply; a normal, casual conversation like they were discussing the weather.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2017 10:54 am
"Of history repeating itself," Melody admitted vaguely. "I mean, I've been attacked before for it," he added some clarity on the situation but not too much. He was really hoping to completely forget the past and move on now but Nash just seemed so confident and he just... he wasn't.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2017 1:02 pm
Nash was silent for a moment.
"So have I," he said eventually. "But people are ******** jackasses no matter what. There's no pleasing the entire world, as much as anyone tries."
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2017 2:03 pm
Melody looked down in thought and then turned and backed up towards the bed. He seemed to contemplate sitting with Nash, but hesitated. "I know now. Now that I'm getting older. That neither of us deserved that." "I definitely tried though. The adjusting myself to fit just to make people happy. I couldn't be happy though, and there were still some people anyway - so you're right. I'm just having trouble figuring out where to go now from here."
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2017 3:52 pm
In Nash's closet this very moment were an assortment of clothes, most of the black or green or blue in color with the occasional red and a possible hint of white or purple. And in that assortment were several skirts, some fluffier than others, but skirts nonetheless, along with one or two dresses.
He didn't say that. Instead, he just gave Melody an inscrutable look, one hand idly toying with a stray thread on the blanket beside him.
"Where do you want to go from here?" Nash asked. "Do you wear dresses because you wish you were a girl, or do you wear dresses because you just like wearing dresses?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2017 4:54 pm
Melody wouldn't judge, if anything he'd wonder if they were the same size for trades but then realize that Nash's dresses and skirts most likely looked better on him. It was the hair. His own closet was full of the biggest poofiest laciest things mankind has ever created. He finally sat, sinking into the mattress, because he would have probably just fallen over if he hadn't. He thought there for a moment. He knew he wasn't a girl, nor did he want to be a girl. But he had to take a moment to be sure. Where did he want to go from here? "I like wearing dresses. I feel uncomfortable dressing any other way. I feel ugly and just not... not right. I'm not a girl. I never thought I was a girl. But only girls got to express themselves the way I wanted to. I thought anyway." He glanced anxiously at Nash and began tugging on his own sleeves a little. Tugging them down only for his hands to flex slightly, pushing them back up. Over and over again. "What... what about you?"
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