it was a small little house on the outskirts, nestled in a meadow. as i passed by it, i decided to clean it a bit, since i’d heard it was the target of some vandalism recently. one of the residents inside happened to notice me and came out to see what i was doing. i lit up, and she recognized that i was one of them, and she invited me inside for tea.
it was chilly that day, and they only had a space heater, but as i sat down it filled me with an incredible warmth. she and i got to talking, most notably about the rise in hatred recently. it used to be that they were relatively safe out here, but they had been noticed, and had been targeted pretty frequently. it turned out that quite a few people were living here, in one big polycule.
meanwhile, another resident woke up and walked in on us. she sat down. blonde, short hair, a bit boyish, and kept sneaking glances at me but when i’d look at her she’d get flustered. i started taking initiative and flirting with her a bit (since i’d found a bottom!), and the first person seemed to approve. like she was happy that we could make this kind of connection. the whole place felt like one big found family, and i felt like i wanted to be included in this family too.