I went stiff for a moment before my expression turned sour . “I have spoken to my love , my galaxy . I don’t know why you question my authenticity .”

“Mine father . . ? I’m not on speaking terms with him anymore . .”

“Anxiety I suppose . . I always do it when too much stress builds up . And with-” I hesitate , trying to choose my words wisely . . “And with Illumina on my tail most of the time , I’ve been more stressed .”

The question was met with silence , yet it was broken minutes later . . “Once I figure out how to overcome my own grief . .”

A soft sigh escaped my lips . . “I didn’t really mind Cozy’s words , I was startled , absolutely .” I crossed my arms while shifting on my feet uncomfortably . “You shouldn’t have to do anything for me . And please . . Call me Sword . .”

OOC //

coming out post /srs

being “omni oriented” was a lie . I literally like men .

“I am . . Aware . .” I glance away , shifting on my feet once again . . “I know he forgives me though .”

When you attempt to tend to my feathers , something is immediately wrong . . There’s spots of feathers missing , dried blood clumped up in those areas , on those feathers . I’m clearly nervous , yet I remain silent .

something’s really off . .

. . Something’s off .