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𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 ⸻ not the kind she’d ever say out loud, but her body language vocalized her intrigue with the way her eyes tracked each transformation. every aspect of each form from a larger frame to something as small as a crow was seamlessly stitched together without lag that even silver wolf had to admit that was pretty clean. instant execution, no stutter, just perfect transitions.
& then it hit.
𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 : the same lazy tilt of her posture, the same exact shade of eyes, the same facial structure, & even the same kind of expression she didn’t realize she defaulted to. she clicked her tongue in between something like slight annoyance & the intrusive ping in her head that notified her “new fear unlocked.”
❝ . . . okay, that’s actually kinda cracked. ❞
𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 of something she personally had been curious about had ticked something within her, so she loosened herself again & retained that familiar, unimpressed calm she apparently wore more often than she thought ⸻ did they call it a “resting bitch face”?
❝ chat would lose their minds over this, no doubt. but there’s gotta be a catch to this, right .ᐣ.ᐣ everything busted has a catch ⸻ memory bleed, identity drift, or maybe you forget which save file you spawned from .ᐣ.ᐣ ❞
𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧, leaning just slightly & resisting the urge to test collision physics by reaching out & touching the mirror image of herself. outside of being faintly mortified ⸻ because who the hell would want to be her? ⸻ she couldn’t deny that she was fascinated by shapeshifters ; to take the face of someone else or even just another species without even the use of a mask like a certain masked fool . . . that was power.
❝ & real talk .ᐣ.ᐣ if you ever use my face to do whatever it is you wanna do, just don’t steal my fame, especially my high scores, got it .ᐣ.ᐣ ❞
