The Major is so done with your shit. (origami_cranes) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-08-12 09:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, canaan, motoko kusanagi |
Alphard... damn you...
Who: motoko and canaan
What: Body swapping and smelling colors
When: 8/4
Where: Motoko's place
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13
Motoko never let herself get emotionally compromised. She kept sex and emotions separate, and in her new body, she could even cut the link if she chose.
She had a hard time with Canaan. She brushed some hair out of the sleeping woman’s face, peering down at her with fondness.
It was a little different for Canaan. Emotions were generally not part of the picture much at all, even in her dream world. It had taken her a very long time to allow things like friendship to be a part of the picture, or sex at all.
Siam had thought her better than him because of it, she thought. But now she was dreaming of the time when Siam died. A different death, in a different world. She moaned in her sleep a bit, and stirred.
“Canaan...” She stroked a hand along the woman’s side, and then into her hair. “Wake up, it’s just a dream.”
The other woman's eyes snapped open and she sat upright nearly instantly. Canaan's eyes, which had been growing paler brown over the last few weeks, suddenly flashed again, glowing a bright red that seemed to emit its own light.
She pressed a hand against her head and grimaced, "Alphard... damn you..."
“I’m sorry.” she didn’t know what was disturbing her friend, but it had to have been a terrible dream. She took her hands and squeezed, staring into the woman’s eyes. “Canaan. Look at me. It’s okay. I promise it’s okay.”
It had been a pretty terrible dream, but that seemed to be the least of their troubles that morning. Canaan remembered that Motoko had no color and turned her eyes towards the woman, but today there was a light there. Motoko glittered and glowed, and it made Canaan feel like she was reeling.
The entire world felt like it was flipping upside down. She closed her eyes for a moment, waiting for the feeling to pass. When she opened them, she was looking... at herself?
At her own self. Whose eyes were still glowing red. She blinked, trying to process the situation and finding that her brain was processing through calculations so quickly that it felt like her mind was racing, "...Motoko?"
Motoko gasped, fingers digging into the sheets as her senses assaulted her. Everything was going sideways, and there was so much color, with Canaan being almost a void. A calming void. Then she heard her own voice coming out of Canaan’s mouth, and realized she was looking at herself.
The effect was fading, and she lifted a hand to look at it. It seemed to glow lightly.
"Focus on something that has no color," Canaan said softly, with Motoko's voice. She gently pulled the hand away and put a plush pillow in its place. Inanimate objects were great for this, they had no emotions and very little of their own to bring to the table.
She nodded, trying to control her hyperventilating at the same time that her fingers closed around the pillow and started to stroke it. It had the effect of calming her down, though it wasn’t immediate. Her breathing slowed, and the tears pricking at her eyes didn’t fall. “...Jesus...”
"It is alright. You are going to be alright." Even if something odd had happened and they were now in each other's bodies. Canaan found that operating the body she was in didn't require any extra thought or maneuvering, and was glad for that. Her limbs responded as quickly - if not perhaps a little more quickly - than her own would have. In a few seconds, she had Motoko-in-her-body wrapped in her arms.
“Easy,” she breathed, half afraid Canaan would crush her. She rested her head in the crook of Canaan’s neck. Her neck. She realized she smelled nice. She wrapped her arms around Canaan. “How do you...”
"I take a few deep breaths, focus on something I know won't have color, and try to remain calm. Panicking only makes it worse, and closing your eyes does nothing because you don't see with your eyes, but with your ears, sometimes."
That had been what had thrown her the night they'd been attacking that gigantic monster. She decided not to mention the nosebleeds she got sometimes, and hoped that Motoko never had to deal with those.
"This body is... amazingly responsive. I feel like my thoughts are racing."
She nodded and blew air out of her nose. She focused on the warmth of the body next to her, and tried not to hear the sounds of color. The sight was odd enough as it was. “How do you know there won’t be color?”
"In my dreams, there are things that don't have it. Guns, stuffed animals, clothing... some jewelry, things like that. It should pass soon, though. The spells aren't permanent yet." Canaan rubbed at the other woman's back, which was only a little odd since it was her own back.
She tried not to press so hard that she bruised or broke something.
"Do I have it? My body?" She pulled back a little to try to look closer. "I don't see anything now. You ..I was glimmering briefly, and now I'm not." This was starting to be a little more fascinating and a little less scary.
She took a deep breath, certain she could handle it now.
"Yes, and no. You have something like a color. But it's... all the colors at once. Pure, shimmering light. You iridesce."
Canaan's voice (or rather, Motoko's voice), had a light amount of fondness to it, something that Canaan herself wasn't even aware of. She sat back a bit herself, now that Motoko appeared to be calming down. It was really strange to stare at yourself and know that it wasn't you that was in there.
Motoko felt something, and decided to chalk it up to human endorphins. That was all it could be.