Well, D wasn't sure how to feel about having three angelic friends, especially when one of them was Adams son. The trio had grabbed Peter - who wasn't really guiding souls at the moment - and had him tag along with them. D was having a hard time keeping up with so much energy. Even in death they were more of a grumpy wet cat. Their older sister used to call them that all the time when they were in high school. Introverts surrounded by extroverts, they never understood how they attracted so many energetic people. D was walking in the middle of the group, with Emily's elbow wrapped around theirs. Looks like Emily had claimed them as her best friend then. "So, what's your full name, if you don't mind me asking." Peter spoke, looking over at D, who was trying to look less miserable as their social battery depleted.

"Oh, uh," D avoided his stare, "I don't usually go by it anymore. I never liked the name, way too girly." D spoke.

"But, aren't you a girl?" It was true, that D was in fact, born female, despite the displeasure of the reminder. Emily hit Peter's shoulder. "What?"

"Well, ya, but it doesn't mean I have to like it." D grumbled. The three angels looked at each other, before Emily's eyes widened.

"D," they hummed, looking at the young Seraphim. "Have you ever thought about... Being a boy?" She asked.

"A boy?" D stopped, the three stopping with them. "That's an option?" They were genuinely curious. Abel nodded.

"Yeah. Heaven has a lot of trans people here." Abel said, "why did you think that wasn't an option?"

"Oh, well, just... Being alive during the time I was, people weren't as open minded as some of them are now." D shrugged, "I've always been a girl, I can't change that." They tried to deny their own identity, not wanting the words of their father to echo in their head. Their father wasn't the nicest man on Earth, but he was a good father and a good husband.

"You don't have to deprive yourself of happiness D," Peter softly said, putting a hand on their arm and squeezing it. "Whatever decision you make, we'll support."

"Yeah! We're always open minded!" Emily grinned.

"You don't have to keep those burdens you had on Earth, just toss them away. New start, even if it is in Hell. New name. New look." Abel smiled as Peter took his hand back.

"New name?" D asked.

"Yup," the three smiled at them. D considered this, and for the first time, they felt something stir within them. Looking over towards a shop window, they saw the long and unkept hair on their head. Their ears twitched as they looked at their more feminine self.

"My mamá always called me Dagny growing up. One of the meanings is "fresh start"." They looked at the trio, "I would like to be called Dagny, please."

"Of course, Dagny," Emily squealed.

"Oh, that's such a cute name!" She shouted, hugging them.

"And... Can I be perceived as a man?" He finally asked them.

"Dagny," Abel smiled, "you don't need our permission to be you." Dagny looked at him, his tears welling up in his eyes.

"Group hug!" The three angels engulfed the younger man in a hug. It felt warm and safe, being in their arms. He liked it here, away from the dangers of Hell. He didn't want to leave. He buried his face in Peter's shoulder, silently crying.

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Dagny snipped the scissors, pieces of hair falling into the sink as he tried to shorten the length. The angelic trio were on Emily's bed talking as Dagny did his little makeover after figuring out he wasn't a girl, but a boy, and he wasn't gonna let anyone else say otherwise. Brushing bangs away, he looked at himself, feeling happy with how his brown locks were, framing his face, his ears twitching at the new style he was trying. He looked pretty.

Finally finished, Dagny exited the restroom, which grabbed the others attention. Emily squealed - she seems to do that a lot - and ran to Dagny. "Oh my gosh, you're so handsome!" Emily complimented. Dagny avoided eye contact with her.

"Oh, thank you." He blushes in embarrassment.

"Short hair suits you more than long hair," Abel smiled at him.

"Oh! I might have something you can wear Dagny!" Peter exclaimed, standing up, "you can wear it for the meeting, and you can keep it." He laughed at the look Dagny gave him.

"Wait, that's too much Peter," Dagny tried to deny his gift.

"Nope, you don't have a choice" he grinned at the younger man.

"Never say no to Peter, he'll just end up breaking into your room and putting it with your stuff like it belongs there," Emily gave Peter an accusing look.

"Guilty," Peter nodded.

"I assume your love language is gift giving, huh?" Dagny was unamused. Emily and Abel both chuckled as Peter's grin seemed to widen.

"How'd you know?" He joked. Dagny laughed.

"My sister used to live gifting me stuff all the time, that was her biggest love language."  He smiled softly.

"A sister?" Abel asked, "is she in Hell too?"

Dagny nodded, "unfortunately yes, but we haven't spoken in years." He frowned. "We had a fight a long time ago, and I guess the anger is still there even after we died." He sighed.

"I'm sorry," Emily said, grabbing his hand and squeezing it gently.

"It's fine. I'm okay," he said. They knew Dagny wasn't fine. They could see it in his eyes. He was hurting, hurting more than he'd like to admit.

The meeting is next chapter. Peter's love language is gift giving, and Emily's love language is physical touch. What should Abel's be?

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