connor was caught painting his nails by his mum today. she assumed it was a dare and brushed the idea off entirely, till she saw him show his sister with pride.
it's not that she cared. she loved and respected connor no matter who he was and what he did. she was just worried how the other boys at school may react.
"connor come here please," she said sweetly in the living room, wanting not to scare him.
"yes mum?" he asked, poking his head out of his room as he walked to a sofa.
"your nails are gorgeous, but why did you paint them? i don't care why, i'd just like to know," she said, smiling.
"cause i wanted to," he stated plainly and walked back to his room, happy with his response.
(theyll usually be longer but I didn't have anything else to do for this. I need to stop starting stories TBH)
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pronouns ; t.s. and c.f.
Fanfiction"what are your pronouns, then?" "he and her." a world where connor is sick of gender roles and, in reality, troye is sick of genders. (art by veramalanova on tumblr!) (story idea by @sinfullyfranta) (lower case intended)
