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Spirits Of Andromeda Chapter 1
(So I'm gonna be posting the first second, and third chapter as separate stories on here of my sort of weird sci-fi fantasy hybrid chapter story of a trans space explorer enjoy. this is chapter 1)
Warren stared into the mirror with the same expression as always, then he snarled because if Selene were here , but Warren was not calling his big sis only to complain again. Plus, she was probably at work, and HE DID NOT want to bother her there, Selene was about as great an older sibling as he could have. Selene's work was important not just for her but for everyone affected by it, and he would do anything to avoid interrupting that kind of work. Warren then looked at his cellphone and saw his baby sister Luna's phone number. Warren thought about calling Luna, but then stopped himself. No, not, after the last time, he thought.
He was not about to force one of that variety of stereotypical religious lectures from their parents on her. Warren hated those speeches and did not want her to get that from them similarly. Not again, never ever again, he shouted to himself. Luna may have well been the one person who could make him smile. However, that concern did not matter as much as her mental health or safety in that house. Warren wanted to ensure no one else would ever experience that sort of hatred again. Especially after Warren finding out she was gay and knowing how headstrong she was.
He bit his lip, then looked in the mirror again. Warren tried to force a smile this time, but failing at that action, Warren sighed. It Seems like it's resting glum face again today, Warren thought as he shot a brief look at his chest before slipping his work shirt over his head. The situation had gotten easier not to think about: the discomfort Warren had felt before transitioning. Almost effortless to ignore,were the other pains he felt alongside it when his cousin Stevie had gone missing. Easier to overall see himself truly as himself though truly, without one of the two people who had helped him most.
This too shall pass, he smirked. Warren did not know why of all things that came to mind. Though it ultimately did not matter as he shoved at the thought out. Yeah, it would pass, but damn if it didn’t hurt before it did. Ever since Stevie had been missing, Warren had searched. Ever since Stevie was lost, Warren had searched. Warren had also fought through years of hardship to become the man he was now. Yeah, maybe this feeling will pass. After nearly doing tornado damage to his life, it would probably have to give.
He wanted to punch something, break something, or break down and cry despite how “unmanly” it was. But he did none of those things. Instead of searching, instead of putting his life off for someone long gone, Warren was going to go to work as calmly and soundly as he could. Besides, Stevie would have hated knowing that Warren wasted his life or his potential worrying about him. Especially given he was a believer too. Albeit not like the...
Warren stared into the mirror with the same expression as always, then he snarled because if Selene were here , but Warren was not calling his big sis only to complain again. Plus, she was probably at work, and HE DID NOT want to bother her there, Selene was about as great an older sibling as he could have. Selene's work was important not just for her but for everyone affected by it, and he would do anything to avoid interrupting that kind of work. Warren then looked at his cellphone and saw his baby sister Luna's phone number. Warren thought about calling Luna, but then stopped himself. No, not, after the last time, he thought.
He was not about to force one of that variety of stereotypical religious lectures from their parents on her. Warren hated those speeches and did not want her to get that from them similarly. Not again, never ever again, he shouted to himself. Luna may have well been the one person who could make him smile. However, that concern did not matter as much as her mental health or safety in that house. Warren wanted to ensure no one else would ever experience that sort of hatred again. Especially after Warren finding out she was gay and knowing how headstrong she was.
He bit his lip, then looked in the mirror again. Warren tried to force a smile this time, but failing at that action, Warren sighed. It Seems like it's resting glum face again today, Warren thought as he shot a brief look at his chest before slipping his work shirt over his head. The situation had gotten easier not to think about: the discomfort Warren had felt before transitioning. Almost effortless to ignore,were the other pains he felt alongside it when his cousin Stevie had gone missing. Easier to overall see himself truly as himself though truly, without one of the two people who had helped him most.
This too shall pass, he smirked. Warren did not know why of all things that came to mind. Though it ultimately did not matter as he shoved at the thought out. Yeah, it would pass, but damn if it didn’t hurt before it did. Ever since Stevie had been missing, Warren had searched. Ever since Stevie was lost, Warren had searched. Warren had also fought through years of hardship to become the man he was now. Yeah, maybe this feeling will pass. After nearly doing tornado damage to his life, it would probably have to give.
He wanted to punch something, break something, or break down and cry despite how “unmanly” it was. But he did none of those things. Instead of searching, instead of putting his life off for someone long gone, Warren was going to go to work as calmly and soundly as he could. Besides, Stevie would have hated knowing that Warren wasted his life or his potential worrying about him. Especially given he was a believer too. Albeit not like the...
