... You know, while I wouldn't say I'd never write this, I think this is one that I'd need a specific idea for more than I just want to poke the trope. Partly because while I can enjoy crackfic for something like this, I feel like I'd rather write something heavier than that? And I feel like there has to be something I could use bodyswap to illustrate, but nothing comes to mind right now. (Although -- I now want post-serum Steve bodyswap with someone, because one of the things on my "I want to write about this sometime" list is Steve having body... not even issues but weirdness.)
"No, you're trying too hard." Tybalt's scowl on May's face is almost as weird as Tybalt's face screwed up in concentration, mouthing words as stripes surfacing and then disappearing across his skin. "Trying to cast it will only make it harder. It's already in you."
"Still not helpful," May snaps, taking a deep breath and glaring at him. It should be more intimidating with Tybalt's height and grace behind it; instead it just looks squinty, her hands on her hips giving the impression that she doesn't know what else to do with them. "Don't you have to teach kids how to do this? Pretend I'm a kid."
"Most of them don't have to be taught."
"Try shaping it like a spell." Toby's voice makes both of them jump; Quentin thinks maybe they forgot anyone was watching. "Obviously it's not working for her the way it does for you, Tybalt, so -- trying something you know better."
May looks thoughtful, closing her eyes again. Her hands move through the air after a moment, but this time there's a grace to it -- maybe not a cat's grace, but some kind of grace; and then there's the familiar sight of Tybalt's cat form on the ground in front of them, looking smug. It's harder to tell the difference that way; Quentin could mistake her for Tybalt if it wasn't for how obviously it isn't May in the scowling body next to it.
Toby's nose wrinkles. "Your magic smells weird."
(I realize belateldy that I have used fairly non-Toby words for things in this. I am tired and hot, I consider writing at all a victory.)
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timeasmymeasure
Bodyswap + Tobyverse
Date: 2017-01-21 08:03 pm (UTC)"No, you're trying too hard." Tybalt's scowl on May's face is almost as weird as Tybalt's face screwed up in concentration, mouthing words as stripes surfacing and then disappearing across his skin. "Trying to cast it will only make it harder. It's already in you."
"Still not helpful," May snaps, taking a deep breath and glaring at him. It should be more intimidating with Tybalt's height and grace behind it; instead it just looks squinty, her hands on her hips giving the impression that she doesn't know what else to do with them. "Don't you have to teach kids how to do this? Pretend I'm a kid."
"Most of them don't have to be taught."
"Try shaping it like a spell." Toby's voice makes both of them jump; Quentin thinks maybe they forgot anyone was watching. "Obviously it's not working for her the way it does for you, Tybalt, so -- trying something you know better."
May looks thoughtful, closing her eyes again. Her hands move through the air after a moment, but this time there's a grace to it -- maybe not a cat's grace, but some kind of grace; and then there's the familiar sight of Tybalt's cat form on the ground in front of them, looking smug. It's harder to tell the difference that way; Quentin could mistake her for Tybalt if it wasn't for how obviously it isn't May in the scowling body next to it.
Toby's nose wrinkles. "Your magic smells weird."
(I realize belateldy that I have used fairly non-Toby words for things in this. I am tired and hot, I consider writing at all a victory.)