Fics like the scrapes on your knees changed (but those eyes i still know)

trinity has, frustratingly, been kind of a revelation for victoria: she's known for a long time now that she's queer, that gender and sexuality are too fluid and interesting and unimportant for her to limit herself. but she'd always been so much younger than her peers in school and so different from those her age that exploring that — experiencing it — for herself, in her own life, had always been beyond her grasp. but now there's trinity, with her stupid carabiner and her cargo pants and brush of eyeliner, the thrifted t-shirts she likes to cut into crops just above her hips. it's a little intoxicating, the way she refuses to confine herself: she doesn't shave and she prefers boxers; she likes mascara and, as she'd told victoria once a little drunk after she'd schooled both her and dennis in pool, loves her boobs. she has delicate tattoos and musky cologne. it's intoxicating, most of the time, to watch this person who is so resistant to let people in — so scared — be exactly who she is.

Fics like the scrapes on your knees changed (but those eyes i still know)

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