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Kersen had recently learned a very important life lesson: Never use the words "I wish" in the company of the fae. Not even flippantly. Not even accidentally. Not even if you thought that Willy Silver was kind of a friend and not a soulless, malicious, childish jackass.

Because, what might happen is that you wake up one morning as the opposite gender.1 And then you freak out on the man who'd been sharing your bed, who luckily is a psychiatrist so pretty understanding. Except when you get turned on later and ill advisedly start making out with him but then completely freak out because you don't, you know, have the correct genitals.

And then, you of course naively assume that the fae who fucked you over so royally will have a good laugh and then change you back. Except it turns out you're totally wrong and he actually is a total sociopath who makes you bargain to get your own body back.

All of this explained how Kersen was, five days later, still in a female body. And his contact who was hunting down the damn flower or whatever that Willy wanted had apparently tracked it down in Tibet or something and was on his way back to London. He should be here tomorrow. Kersen could handle one more night like this, right? Right. Sure. As if he hadn't already been slowly going insane over the past few days.

Some people - stupid people - assumed that drag queens were all transsexual. Kersen was not. Not at all. And if this experience had taught him anything it was just how true that was. Maybe it had brought him some insight into himself as well, but he refused to be grateful to Willy for any part of it. He just wanted to be himself again. He wanted his penis back. And he'd never complain again about having to make his own clothes.

At least if he had to be a woman he was an attractive woman. And he looked a lot like himself - especially in drag, though it was very clear now that he wasn't a man in drag. He'd been pretending for the past few nights to be his own cousin. Which was really freaking weird. And he wasn't going to sing like this, so he was bartending instead.

Someone sat down at the bar but he didn't look up right away. "What can I get you?" he asked, cleaning a glass out with a cloth.

1 kind of NSFW

Date: 2015-01-04 05:40 am (UTC)
real_gun_hand: (Default)
From: [personal profile] real_gun_hand
"Scotch," Hotch replied in a reserved tone. He was more interested in his phone at the moment, reading an angry text from Haley. He wanted to reply, but it was late and he needed to think before he jumped into the fight she was craving.

"Actually, make it a double," he said as he looked up at the woman.

Date: 2015-01-04 06:12 am (UTC)
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"Thank you," Hotch said, managing a tight smile. He looked to the piano, then back at the woman tending bar. "Is Kersen in tonight, do you know?" he asked.

Date: 2015-01-04 06:30 am (UTC)
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"Not exactly. We've spoken. I was just thinking if he was here I'd say hello," Hotch replied.

Date: 2015-01-04 08:45 pm (UTC)
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"I'm Aaron," Hotch said, smiling just a bit more. He was quite personable when he wanted to be and as he sipped the drink he gradually relaxed. But then his phone vibrated and he looked. And scowled.

Then he sighed and shook his head.

"Sorry, my ex-wife is really upset with me," he said. "She doesn't seem to understand the time difference between London and America."

Date: 2015-01-04 09:00 pm (UTC)
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"Yeah. Jack," he said, softening instantly. A fondness overtook him, putting love in his eyes and affection in his smile.

"He's still little. Just three. And we have a parenting plan but my move to London has upset that and now she's angry I don't Skype when it's convenient for them. She doesn't understand I can't just stop working to make a call most of the time...oh, I'm sorry. How cliche- confessing it all to the bartender..."

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Date: 2015-01-05 05:23 pm (UTC)
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Anael took a seat in front of the woman, remaining silent for a few seconds even after she had spoken. Something about her was nagging at him, and it took him those few seconds to realise what it was.

She was Kersen.

First Jade, now Kersen. Had gender truly become quite so fluctuant on this plane? It made Anael idly wonder whether he might be able to switch, too - not that it mattered very much to him.

"A glass of bordeaux, please," he finally answered, waiting for Kersen to look up and at him.

Date: 2015-01-06 10:59 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] whispersoflove
"Hello," Anael replied mechanically, still watching her curiously. Even when he was distracted, his tone sounded, by default, warm. "Is this something you can just do?"

Date: 2015-01-10 03:13 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] whispersoflove
"Oh," Anael let out, with a mild frown, touching his fingers to the foot of his glass and pulling it towards him a little. "Any hope of them changing you back?"

Kersen did not seem very happy with the situation.

Date: 2015-01-12 08:29 pm (UTC)
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"I'm sorry you've found yourself at the mercy of their whims," Anael said honestly, after taking a sip of his wine.

Date: 2015-01-17 01:49 am (UTC)
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"I'm glad if I can provide you with some small measure of comfort," Anael replied softly. Gender wasn't a concept he had a very good handle on, but he didn't need to to sympathise with Kersen. The vampire was clearly upset.

Faes would be Faes.

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Date: 2015-01-16 03:31 am (UTC)
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She looked remarkably familiar, and Cesare knew why; for all he knew, Kersen had a twin sister or a close cousin, or something to that effect. He simply smiled his usual, charming smile, straightened his Armani tie, and asked, "Is Kersen here, tonight?"

Date: 2015-01-17 06:49 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] autcaesar_autnihil
Cesare Borgia very rarely looked surprised--even if he was. That would be giving far too much away, especially in public. This, as it turned out, was one of those rare times. "I... Kersen?"

For all his love of the femme, Cesare was well aware that Kersen identified as a man, and so that was how Cesare thought of him--it had nothing to do with his body. But this was... confusing, to say the very least.

Date: 2015-01-29 05:31 am (UTC)
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The only physical hint Cesare gave of his decided mental discomfort--not with Kersen's current form, but with the mention of fae, of all bloody ridiculous things--was in a faint fluttering of his dark lashes and a brief twitch of the muscles in his jaw. Dryly, he said, "That must be a comfort to you." He knew, after all, how comfortable Kersen was in his own body. This must be... well, Kersen's expression said it all. Cesare went on, "Knowing me as you do, you must realize I'm about to ask you how and why."

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