Pansexual Test 소설 & 이야기

“What match are you talking about, what tests, and what dragon?” “You know, their dragon tattoo.” Tamil frowns, explaining. “Thanks to the researchers working for the council everyone can find a way to perform a compatibility test on conjurers who can’t find their soul mates naturally. And when we said they’re a match, we simply meant their tattoos recognized another conjurer who shares the same element as a potential mate. The test on the tattoo works in two ways, it either shows a positive % of compatibility between two conjurers or it doesn’t.” I motion for her to explain further, my face pulled into an even more confused frown.

I feel a light pressure between my shoulders before his hand reaches my hair. “Demetri?” Dr. Leroux questions. He sighs hard. “I need him tested for Hyper-sexualization Disorder.” His voice is quiet, sounding ashamed of what he’s asking. “He has none of the signs of HSD. Why do you want him tested?” “I can’t explain. At least not right now but I need it done. I will pay for it. Just let me know the cost.”

"You mean, human?" "No, I mean any creature," I paused, thinking over my next set of words before actually saying them. When I felt confident that I knew how to best explain my thoughts, I finally spoke again, "You're pansexual, right, which means you're attracted to a person despite their gender identity. What if, in your case, that means you're not only gender-blind but you're blind to what the person actually is. Could be vampire, could be human, could be fae."

Because Pansexual seemed too far away for her. So she asked her best friend for help, this help being an experiment. "You want us to have a secret relationship, while you go out with boys to see if you're really gay?" Alex asked, hands folded. To anyone, it would have sounded silly, but she never made anything sound bad. She always acted so cool with everything. It was one thing Alia loved about her. "It's just... I can't— I can't just accept it. I don't know what to do, and there's— no one I trust—"

Because his body own body him. "The tests are wrong," he said again. More desperately now. "They have to be. I'llI'll prove it. I'll prove them wrong. I'llI'll get you pregnant. You'll bear my child. And that will prove the tests were wrong. That I'mI'm not barren. Not sterile. Not useless." Isabella stood. "Dante. The tests are definitive. You need to accept"

he said. “Curran is positive, and this just proves it,” I indicated our new symbols. They’re fading to look like regular tattoos now. “Our powers have unlocked because we’re finally together again, as twins are meant to be. But yes, I agree. We’ll need the tests for those who doubt, and for those who are just going to look to cause trouble. The blood test will confirm, as we’re both AB positive type. It’s a rare one. And DNA will cement it. Do the type test immediately. I need to tell my parents,” I said.

"It's been almost four years so I'll say the test was a success." It took a whole minute before it clicked. "Wait, you guys are dating?" His jaw nearly dropped open. "Are you serious?" She nodded and he shook his head in disbelief. "I wouldn't have ever guessed, you don't—" he trailed off, unable to find the right words that wouldn't sound insensitive. "We don't seem like a couple?" She supplied, kindly. "Yeah, we get that a lot. Between my aromanticism and Mars's autism, we aren't the most conventional couple."

I got out and went into the hospital. The clerk looked up at me with a smile. “How can I help you?” I cleared my throat. “I… need to be tested.” “What sort of test?” “A shifter test?” I asked, not really sure. “You’re concerned about your power rating, a restraint, or a siphon?” “All maybe?” She nodded and gave me a clipboard. “If you’d like your test to remain anonymous, fill out everything but your name and take the coupon at the bottom for your results.”

“We have your records. You are AB negative—same as Pink. In fact, Pink was tested here six months ago.” My heart thudded. “That can happen without relation, right?” “Possible, yes,” he said slowly. “But rare. Do you want a paternity test while we draw blood?” I stared at him. Pink’s face flashed in my mind and remembered her gray-green eyes, the way she laughed, the instant bond between her and Adrian. I remembered a DNA test weeks ago that said Adrian and Pink weren’t related — could it be wrong? Tampered with? “Yes,” I said. “Run it. I need to know.”

The Administrator asked. "Yeah, who wants to know?" Axel asked. "This is Mrs. Pendergast the Administrator of County General; we did your paternity test. It seems the lab had a contamination of their test strips and your test happened to be in the bad batch.” She begun. “What the hell does that mean?” Axel demanded. “I'm afraid they could have given false results. We have new tests and at your earliest convenience need you to retake the test. Free of charge of course." She explained.