║ seventy-first stanza ║ text

[mumbled_truth]

It's a really strange feeling, to be in a body that isn't yours. To still be you, to still have your thoughts and your consciousness, but to walk past a mirror and not see yourself, to look at your hand and have it be wrong, to not even really move quite right.

I know this isn't really an unusual curse, but it's the first time I've been affected by it. It's sort of disconcerting.

Oh, and - if you see me? Obviously, it's not me.


[ooc: Bodyswapped with Justin! Replies will come from besideme]

Comments

[video]

[deadly_legacy]

Yes, it is. That curse is always uncomfortable I think.

Ah, sorry, for responding this way. I can't type very well with one hand.

[text]

[besideme]

I think it must be.

That's okay. I just don't like hearing myself speak with the wrong voice very much. What's wrong with your other hand?


[ooc: I'M SORRY I realized I forgot part of the tag originally sob, do not mind me]

[video]

[deadly_legacy]

I completely understand. It is such a small thing, but it is entirely odd.

It's in a handcuff. [Naturally.]

[text]

[besideme]

It is - and I don't even like the sound of my own voice.

Oh. I hope there isn't anyone too awful on the other end?

[video]

[deadly_legacy]

You don't? Why would you say that? You have a very nice voice.

Mmm, no, of course not. [Was that hesitation?] Do you know Raikov?

[text]

[besideme]

That was mostly a joke. I mean, since I'm so quiet.

No, I don't.

[video]

[deadly_legacy]

Oh, of course. You see now another reason I rarely type things. It's much harder to understand when someone is teasing.

He's the one I'm with. [And Raikov is very...Raikov.]