Azura's POV (in Rhydor's body)
Not this again.
I knew before I even looked up. The weight gave it away immediately. That crushing heaviness was settling into every bone like someone had poured iron inside me while I was not paying attention. My fingers felt thick. My legs felt like tree trunks rooted to the ground. Even breathing took more effort than it should have.
I was in his body.
Again.
My own face was looking down at me. His expression sitting on my features, cold and completely unreadable, his gold light flickering behind my grey eyes in a way that made my stomach turn.
I had watched that stillness on his face across campfires, during arguments, in quiet moments that should have cracked it open and never did. But seeing it sitting on my own face was something I would never get used to.
We had done this before. Both of us knew what it was. The curse did as it pleased, when it pleased, and our feelings about that had stopped mattering a long time ago.
