who am i to disagree ✨ coming out

[Luca]

Luca had always struggled with his identity. He had been born a boy, and then raised as a girl while he was being held captive, and as soon as he was free he went right back to calling himself a boy again. There were times that he didn't feel entirely male, but admitting that would mean that his captors were right, and that was a concept that Luca was reluctant to linger on. Besides, he definitely felt male most of the time, albeit quite an effeminate one. He had spent a lot of time thinking about it, drawing patterns idly in the sand as he mulled his identity over in his mind. Even after all these centuries, he wasn't all too sure who he was. So much of his outward personality and appearance were fabricated to please the people around him, and still it didn't seem to work. He was still disliked by the majority of people he came across, all he had achieved by twisting himself like that was becoming more lost, more... confused.

The ocean swept over his paws with every wave that broke upon the shore, sending small puffs of steam up towards his face when they came in contact with the pink embers that glowed there. He stared out into the horizon as he pondered one of the many question he had regarding existence and life and all that tough stuff, a surprisingly contemplative expression on that delicate face of his. He was only broken from his thoughts by the sound of Silas speaking, and turned to glance in his direction as he made the big announcement. Luca stared at him for a beat, internally glad that he wasn't the only one struggling with who he was. He didn't know what to say, he was pretty bad at being genuine, so he merely offered Silus one of his rare, warm smiles at first. "It's a nice name," he eventually settled on, the softness of his voice almost lost over the sound of the rolling waves.

Silus was braver than he would ever be.