[Bodyswitch - Daniel]
There is a certain familiarity one develops with their own body over four centuries. A complete knowledge so constant that it is hardly conscious any longer. Needless to say, when he woke this morning, there was a definite wrongness. He need not open his eyes and brush away his needlessly long locks of hair to know that this was not his body. It was no great wonder, considering the fact that this had happened only weeks ago to others.
There was a brief flare of irritation and anger, as he pushed himself up to a sitting position and glanced around the small room. This body was much too young, and it shared space with another unfamiliar individual.
He sighed, and brought up a hand to brush his hair out of his face, and glanced down at the cotton shirt he now wore. "Disgraceful."
Oh. He was French. Spectacular. No...really. He hadn't been French in almost a century--the accent was a nice change of pace.
There was a brief flare of irritation and anger, as he pushed himself up to a sitting position and glanced around the small room. This body was much too young, and it shared space with another unfamiliar individual.
He sighed, and brought up a hand to brush his hair out of his face, and glanced down at the cotton shirt he now wore. "Disgraceful."
Oh. He was French. Spectacular. No...really. He hadn't been French in almost a century--the accent was a nice change of pace.