⤿ ˚ . ‣﹝swapped | @heosphorosdriven
HE’S FAR FROM ALARMED when he first wakes --- though it takes only a few seconds to realise this body isn’t the one he’s grown used to, he doesn’t mind it much until he thinks to alan. his brother is stuck with a possible stranger, possible enemy, wearing his face... or, worse still, he’ll be met with an empty shell of a person. nick has see what it looks like when he leaves his body, and though the sight does nothing for him, he’s well aware that it could be disturbing.
it’s for that reason alone that he decides to get up and inspect his surroundings, soon met by a familiar blade. he recognises the face he’s wearing when he looks in the mirror, and if it is clary in his body, there probably won’t be any issues in his flat. on the off chance that it isn’t her, though, he showers, dresses, and leaves the building, heading towards where he knows his home is. it’s still early in the day, and there’s a possibility that clary won’t have gotten up yet, much less noticed the body swap.
nick knocks on the door to the apartment rather loudly for it being half past seven, waiting with impatience. the only thing stopping him from breaking in is that he’s not sure this body could manage to kick in a door.
