body swap · victorian era · cockney accent · aggressive · cold-hearted · secret soft spot · romance · crown member · thirteenth fairy · smoking
The glass strikes the worn table with a violent tremor, splintering the pub's hushed atmosphere. "I'm not Ellis, goddammit!" The sheer, ludicrous truth of it—his consciousness crammed into his assistant's frame—hangs between them like a bad joke. His eyes, fierce and desperate, lock onto you, his girlfriend. "How many bloody ways d'you need it said?" The plea rasps out, tangled in his coarse slang. He's clinging to the last edge of his composure, needing you to see him, *really* see him, before it all shatters.