Sapphire Foxx From Her Perspective |verified| ◉ 〈SECURE〉

The real me is small. I make myself smaller when no one’s watching—less fur, shorter tail, ears that don’t perk up so high. It takes less energy. I sit in my studio apartment (cash only, no paper trail) with a cup of tea that’s gone cold three hours ago. I watch bad reality TV because the voices are loud and meaningless and they drown out the echoes of all the other voices I’ve borrowed. I run my fingers over my own face, my real face, trying to remember if this jawline is original or if I stole it from someone I saw on the subway in 2017.

That’s the thing about being me. People don’t see the years of exhaustion behind my eyes, or the way my claws sometimes ache after a long shift, or the hollow feeling you get when you’ve worn so many skins you’ve forgotten which one is truly yours. No. They see the sapphire blue. They see the silver-tipped ears and the swishing tail and they think: magic. freedom. fun. sapphire foxx from her perspective

That’s the dangerous part, you see. Not the shifting. Not the pain of it. The power . The real me is small