"But...I'm so plain." His mouth moves without his brain, because his brain is still too busy trying to process the turns this conversation has been taking. He's a homunculus - he was made to fit a specific mold. There's nothing unique or special about how he looks, and there's nothing he can do to change that. That much would be obvious to anyone in Lasardhi-
But he hasn't been in Lasardhi for weeks. He's been in another world, where the dominant species is humans and they've never seen a fairy like him before. He's unique here. He sticks out. And nothing about him stands out more than-
His expression visibly falls. "It's the wings, isn't it. Ever since I got here, it's always been the wings." His plain, boring wings that still get attention, because it's not like humans have them. They're what people take pictures of when they see him, they're what people ask about, they're why people call him an angel even though he definitely isn't - it's all the wings.
(He wouldn't trade them - he loves flying too much for that - but it's still disheartening. It's for a different reason here than at home, but no matter where he is, what he is still sets him apart and makes him less than a person. He can't escape.)
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"But...I'm so plain." His mouth moves without his brain, because his brain is still too busy trying to process the turns this conversation has been taking. He's a homunculus - he was made to fit a specific mold. There's nothing unique or special about how he looks, and there's nothing he can do to change that. That much would be obvious to anyone in Lasardhi-
But he hasn't been in Lasardhi for weeks. He's been in another world, where the dominant species is humans and they've never seen a fairy like him before. He's unique here. He sticks out. And nothing about him stands out more than-
His expression visibly falls. "It's the wings, isn't it. Ever since I got here, it's always been the wings." His plain, boring wings that still get attention, because it's not like humans have them. They're what people take pictures of when they see him, they're what people ask about, they're why people call him an angel even though he definitely isn't - it's all the wings.
(He wouldn't trade them - he loves flying too much for that - but it's still disheartening. It's for a different reason here than at home, but no matter where he is, what he is still sets him apart and makes him less than a person. He can't escape.)