#cadoku

There is no screaming electricity running through his body, no maze of dots that make his breath catch every time he runs a hand down his face, no crackle of energy that makes his eyes scatter for half a second. There is no flash of emerald or sapphire as arms and legs become nothing more than hollow shells and it’s their souls that are fighting and merging and entwining as they switch between bodies. No frantic breath and shuddering ribs.

Nothing like that at all. Instead it is the warm thrum and steady beating of blood. Arms wrapped around his torso moving to his wrists and a weight on his entire body that keeps him safe. All stillness and quiet and a sure lip pressed against his own as his lungs try to escape his chest. It is whispers and choked off names and the overwhelming feeling of just drowning and drowning into the depths of emotion and yet he can breathe.