@perfidiam
Eyes snap open in the darkness, her mind a mire of emotions as she thinks through the memories she’s just seen. Not her own, certainly, and although she’s no stranger to walking through others’ memories (thanks Haedalyn), it still doesn’t feel right to get a glimpse into someone’s most intimate moments.
And yet, she feels the emotions, still raw from her dreams. Of yearning for acceptance, of the hurt that came from being brushed aside. Suddenly, it’s like she understands the bravado that the other wears so easily, and the simple desire to be accepted that lies beneath it.
As the haze of sleep fades, she inches off the bed in a body that feels foreign to her; the absence of horns and her tail is a sensation that’s completely alien to Shino. With eyes that have adjusted to the darkness in the room, she looks around for the other, who should be sleeping in the same room, as they had decided upon realising the pickle they had found themselves in when, having somehow swopped bodies.