[open] i swallow the sound and it swallows me whole

[Fazia]

FAZIA

The Fazia that had climbed the mountain in search of something more, in search of a way to become the daughter she believed her mother deserved out of her, had not done a very good job so far of taking steps towards those goals. She had lingered the spring, summer, and fall away and now that it was cold everywhere her ambition was at war with itself. Yes, it was time to make a move but also yes, she wanted to just wait out the chill in the warmer waters of Baltia and deal with all of this in the spring.

And then, how can she bravely call herself the daughter of a general when she allows such thoughts to take control of her?

So despite her discomfort, Fazia returns to the surface. The sun is already drifting towards the horizon again even though it feels like it just rose, and the glow of her translucent body begins to shine a little brighter on the stones and thin snow blanket of the Ruins. She stands out here so easily, deep red and purple and the gleam of her diaphonized body.

This time, she does not want to be noticed just yet.

This time, she finds herself some shadows created by the ruins and allows herself to become invisible there. And then - well she just tries it. She reaches out her mind, seeking any potential host in the area, and just tries to possess them. As if it is as easy as that.

open to any!

[Set]

He dreams of Nera, his unbreakable queen, plain in appearance and far from it in nature. Her touch on his jaw is so soft. Too soft. He presses into it, seeking more. It’s only a moment later that his conscience catches up. Not Nera. The touch is alien, unfamiliar, but rather than follow his first instinct, which is to violently and painfully repel the intruder from his mind, he allows it … her … to slowly drip in, bowing away from the mental intrusion but offering no other resistance as he directs the trespasser to one of the many others within.

Before he allows her to fully breach the defenses he’s chosen, he shifts. It’s one of his favorites, a body his soul knows well, but there’s still that familiar dip in energy that comes with the changes.

It takes more than one try to wipe the cheeky grin from Otter-Set’s whiskered face, but he manages it on the second. He corrals her consciousness within his own, careful not to touch it directly, only gently suggesting it remains in the mental spaces that he opens to her. Letting his eyes go wide and dull, he struts into view, his muscles slack. Pausing, he regards the darkness with a faint smile on an otherwise blank expression. It's a chore, but he forces himself to relax, to allow her alien presence a semblance of control.

@Fazia