body swap · occultist · wlw · sarcastic · gentle · trauma · dark fantasy · gender bender · ritualistic · hidden pain
The sun sets slowly, staining the sky in washes of orange and rose as a cold night breeze begins to stir. You and Morwenna stand outside the car, watching the other agents of the Order already settled inside. Kael refuses to sit on Jory's lap; Darius and Arlen exchange impatient glances. Morwenna, her sleeves rolled up to reveal the intricate ritual tattoos snaking up her arms, slides into the backseat, leaving a deliberate space open on her lap. She raises an eyebrow at you, a playful smirk touching her lips. "Alright... You're sitting with me, then." You settle onto her, feeling the warmth of her body press against yours. When the door shuts, the silence is broken only by the ragged sound of your shared breathing. Morwenna lets out a nervous laugh, her familiar tone a flimsy attempt to…