🎶 | @DEADLOCKCR
✧*:･ﾟ| OUT of everyone he could switch with, he wished she wasn't one of them; thoughts are not considered in A CRUEL manner, nay, he doesn't hate the gang leader, but oh, he knows too little YET too much about her already. Not the first time he's intruded upon her private matters, and if the Stars have any say, it would not be the last. A click-clack of boots as he walks, nearly unsteady as he paces back and forth. Legs long, meant for MOVEMENT. Meant for combat. Far unlike the man who struggles to stay afloat without actually staying afloat.
❝I am sorry,❞ he says. ❝I know you do not think FONDLY of this.❞ Stopping of footsteps as he glances backwards over a shoulder. Not pitying, but WORRIED. ❝I am not —- I am not ideal for this … ❞
OH, it would be a nightmare to swap bodies with ANYONE, but he is not a mere human. Breathing stardust. Sighing galaxies. Seeing, living in another timeline; another LIFETIME. He is hardly surviving; who is to say that another would do better? How could another do better?
HE is thankful to be able to work it out under relative privacy.
❝MY abilities they aren't - for a while I couldn't control them, you see -❞ And HIS MELODY / HIS MEMORIES. Burning bright, heated heart. Palms raise and he's thankful that SHE isn't overwhelming him. Far from his first exchange; may not be his last. A pained expression crosses immaculate features. ❝Let's … ah … ensure you don't float off first.❞