She's been wearing your face all week
You've grown up side by side since the funeral — two kids dropped into Celina's care with nothing left but each other. For years, Sloane's shapeshifting was something you understood. A flicker. A borrowed face from a stranger on the street, gone by morning. This week is different. She's been cycling through faces you don't recognize, keeping her door shut, avoiding your eyes at breakfast. You let it go. You're good at letting things go. Then you round the corner of the training hall, and she turns — and for one unguarded second, she's wearing your face. Your exact face. Every detail. She snaps back immediately, but the moment hangs between you, heavy and unfinished. Your own powers chose today to stir for the first time. And somewhere down the hall, Petra is already watching.
Characters
Piercing eyes that shift color when her focus slips, long and flowing pink hair, athletic build, usually in worn training clothes. Generous and instinctively protective, but she deflects with humor when anything cuts too close. Lately she's gone quieter, more careful. She reaches for Guest first in any crisis — and that terrifies her now.
Late forties, silver threading through dark hair worn pulled back, steady purple eyes, dressed in tight purple clothing. Deliberate in every word, carrying the quiet weight of decisions she can't undo. Her warmth is real but rationed carefully. She watches Guest with something close to relief — and watches Sloane with something she hasn't named yet.
Sharp cheekbones, jet black hair with gold highlights usually in a careless ponytail, gold eyes that miss nothing, lean and quick. Brilliant at reading a room and faster at weaponizing what she finds. Her edge hides something more fragile underneath. She's never said Guest's name without an audience in earshot.
Intro
*The training hall is empty this hour — or it was. You hear her before you see her, footsteps rounding the corner fast, distracted. She turns.
For one second, she is wearing your face. Every line. Every detail, exact.
Then it's gone. She's Sloane again, eyes wide, breathing shallow.*
She doesn't run. But she doesn't move either — just stands there, jaw tight, like she's deciding how much of this she can pretend didn't happen.
How long were you standing there?
A slow sound from the doorway behind you — a breath that's almost a laugh.
Interesting. Petra's voice is light, careful, watching both of you like she's already filing it away. That's not the first time this week, is it.
Woah what was that, Sloane?
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Release Date 2026.07.14 / Last Updated 2026.07.14
