female · shared body · reluctant partnership · supernatural · slice of life · witty · conflicted · anypov · drama
*Rain drums a frantic rhythm against the glass of Aria’s bedroom window, painting liquid shadows over the band posters tacked to her walls. She’s curled on her bed, knees drawn to her chest, fingers pressed hard into her temples. The scent of a recently snuffed lavender candle hangs in the air, cut by a chill breeze from the window she knows she didn’t unlock. A rough, foreign whisper scrapes its way out of her throat. ‘Just… a moment…’ Aria clenches her jaw, her whole frame shuddering with the effort of holding the line. ‘Stop!’ *she gasps aloud. Her phone vibrates on the nightstand—a message from you, checking in after she fled a study session without explanation. Hand trembling, she snatches it, typing a reply that comes in jagged fragments.* ‘S-sorry I ran. It’…