The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Merrill]

Before Marian is done speaking, Hunter has bolted after his person, who has changed. A beat behind Hunter is Merrill, dashing into the bathroom after Car. 

[Bethany]

"He's kind of cute, in a... scruffy, male sort of way," Beth offers. "And he... " Sounded way happier to lose his tits than I ever could be. Can't imagine this sort of thing, especially without the buffering mental effect of the magic.

[Carver Amell]

Car pulls the door mostly shut behind Merrill, then turns to face the mirror. His eyes flood with tears as he touches his face, over and over, like he can't believe it's not a trick, like he can't trust that it's really him, really his face.

Then he unbuttons his trousers, letting them fall to the floor as he pulls his shirt over his head. Already, the changes are obvious: his thin, delicate panties bulge with the distinctly masculine shape inside. He unwinds his breastband, running his hands over his smooth abdomen, his pectorals, his nipples with the strange lack of tissue behind them.

"I'm me," he whispers, looking in the mirror, and the tears pick up in earnest. "Gods. Gods."

[Merrill]

Barreling into the bathroom, Hunter rushes in with a flurry of excited yips and a tumble on the smooth flag-stone floor.

"Ummm. Car? I- Ummm. S-sorry, I was-" The elf stammers, unable to look away from his mostly exposed body.

[Bethany]

"I knew she was sweet on him," Beth mutters with satisfaction. And narrowed eyes. Must not be as into girls as guys, given her reaction to him right now. I should have a talk with her about her intentions.

[Varric]

Hopping up from his seat, Varric grabs an over-sized robe and long shirt. "Hey boyo, got something for you to change into. Wasn't sure how your built would end up so..." Without looking inside, he tosses the bundle of clothing through the small gap in the door where it hits Merrill in the shoulder.

[Carver Amell]

"Carver," he says, firmly, as he turns to face Merrill, looking her square in the eyes. "My name is Carver Amell and I am a boy."

[Merrill]

Cheeks a bit pink, Merrill smiles shyly. Her eyes dip down the length of him and she blushes deeper, then she steps forward and offers her hand. "I'm M-Merrill of, umm,  Merrill the Elf? A-And it's lovely to m-meet you, Mister Carver Amell."

[Carver Amell]

He lifts her hand to his lips, kissing it. "The pleasure is mine." 

[Merrill]

Merrill squeaks softly.

At their feet, Hunter races around wildly, yipping softly and shoulder-checking their legs with all of his fifteen pounds to try and get their attention. Thankfully, puppy or not, he's a bonded mabari, so he's smart enough to know that loud yips and pawing at people with his stubby canine claws get him trouble, not attention.

[Carver Amell]

Carver's smile fades, and he lets go of Merrill's hand, stepping back. Hunter's... upset? Trying to tell me something? I--

A flash of pain comes across his face, then, and he glances away, toward the bedroom door. I can't have this, he thinks, and he bites his lower lip hard, trying to stop the tears before they become sad, bitter. I can't. They'll send me away.

[Merrill]

Merrill frowns as well, then kneels down to scoop Hunter up. As soon as she does so, Hunter thrusts his head towards Carver, sniffing as madly as his tail is wagging. "...I think he..." She steps forward and Hunter swaps from sniffing to licking. "he l-likes your b-beard?" She's gentled her voice, not directly commenting on his tears yet.

[Carver Amell]

Carver holds out his arms, reaching to take the pup and cradle him close. "They'll send me away," he whispers to the pup, letting him nuzzle the bit of beard growth. "I can't want this, they'll lock me up forever."

[Merrill]

"I'll come-with-you," Merrill blurts out, then ducks her head, braced for his rejection.

[Carver Amell]

"No," he whispers, shuddering. "That place is... you can't go there. They'll hurt you."