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"I think I might be gay."
Fig looks up at Kristen from her lap. Kristen snorts, running a hand through Fig's bangs without looking away from her crystal. Her suit jacket is tossed over the back of the couch next to them, the white leather jacket Fig had picked up at the thrift store earlier that week next to it.
She's been sitting on the thought for a while. It's weird, because from the outside, she can look at all of it; the middle aged men, never flirting with a boy while she was herself, strange relief upon finding out she'd been connected to Cassandra's wife.
"I think that's my line, girlie." Kristen keeps scrolling while she speaks, and Fig should let it drop. It's not that big of a deal, really. She has a wife now, that's a pretty obvious indicator of her preferences, right? Her fangs worry at the inside of her cheek while she tries to decided whether or not to continue.
If she puts all the evidence in front of her objectively, like one of Riz's clue boards, there's a clear answer. It's not even like she has to change how she currently identifies, if she doesn't want to. She has 'dyke' plastered over her social media and her performance outfits and her general vibe, if she's being honest. She just–
"No, I mean, I don't think I like boys. Or– men, I guess. At all." Fig can't look at Kristen anymore, turning her head away to press her face into Kristen's button up. "I think I'm a lesbian."
There's a long moment; not tense, exactly, but charged. Kristen keeps scratching at her scalp, soothing and constant.
"Huh, three-for-three," Kristen says eventually. Fig untucks herself from Kristen's lap, staring up at her.
"What?" Fig props herself up on her elbows, loosing the comforting feeling of Kristen's hand in her hair.
"You know, the Mordred girls. Three-for-three coming out as lesbians now. Six-for-six, really, if you count the sometimes-Mordred girls." Kristen's voice is goofy as she explains, but she's still steady as ever. One of her hands links with Fig's and Fig can see the new, gleaming gold band on her ring finger squished next the matching silver one on Fig's. "Don't tell Aelwyn I counted her in with us though, she hates that."
"Aelwyn hates everything we do," Fig replies automatically, because it's true. "Oh, we should tell her we got married and we wanted her to be the first to find out because we love her."
They won't, because Aelwyn would actually kill them, if Adaine didn't get to them first. Actually, they're already going to be on thin ice with the rest of the Bad Kids for not telling them before the actual marraige. Whoops.
"We should go tell her in person, I'm sure she'll want to see pictures." Kristen is grinning, continuing to joke in a way that makes the tension that had settled in Fig's stomach dissipate.
She flops back down, ignored the huff Kristen lets out as Fig's head hits her thighs. She said it, and nothing changed.
"Yeah, but that involves getting off the couch so..." Fig shrugs, snuggling back in. She pulls her own crystal out, snaps a photo of their hands linked on her stomach and the visible rings, tags Kristen and posts it to her story with no context. "Guess Aelwyn will have find out with everyone one else."
Fig chucks her crystal across the room before anyone can respond to the story, still her favorite way of avoiding the chaos she causes online. Even if Adaine kills them for getting married and not telling her, Fig can count today as a success.
She said it.