I can't remember what or who I was before but I know for certain it was with a completely different body and gender. Saying I'm dissapointed with the new... me would be a lie all the same. The closest I would ever get to this feeling of-of relief would be drinking polyjuice but even then I wasn't myself.

Where I had held a certain dysphoria before within my own skin, I now felt free, free to just exist without feeling; not quite self concious but certainly more paranoid perhaps. Looking in the mirror was more shocking than damaging to my self image, I didn't associate myself with the person staring back at me because it just wasn't me.

Still, whatever magic is at work had my head spinning, and even though I appeared as a little white ghostly looking girl it was so much better than my original body, like quite literally shedding my old body to show what I truly looked inside or rather how I saw myself but with less color.

Seriously, my hair is white, my skin is white, my eyes ar-not white but very light pale pink. Pushing all my inner thoughts aside I turned to Giotto. Over reacting and tying him up had been second nature really. Do you know how many witch hunts I've been through? I'm practically a veteran at this point.

Giotto had said something about me drowing in a quagmire, saving me, taking back to his run down shackbladdy blah blablah blahblah... I'll be honest here, I lost my shit and things escalated. He probably let me tie him up because there is no way my short 5 ft something frame took down jack shit. Not trying to complain here but I lost like half a ft in hieght.

As soon as Blondie started talking about soulmates and nonsensical things about the weather forecast I was under the impretion amortentia was going to be involved soon or had already been.

BANG

"BOSS!" Cringing internally because this looks... bad. Giotto had barely moved as I inspected my reflection with his shiny pocket watch, berated him intermittedly, gagged him with a scarf and tied his hands together with suspenders. Not that he didn't put up a struggle initially, my bleeding lip is proof of a mean right hook but he kind of seemed to go into shock after that.

My still rather damp and swampy smelling self is currently stradling said 'boss's hips and Giotto had yet to make an escape or retaliation simply turning to see his reheaded (subbordinate?) companion.

"It's rude to enter a room without knocking." Yeah, stupid thing to say when I'm in a compromising situation but manners are important when it pertains to my (rather dubious) privacy. His face quickly starts to match his hair and before I can comment stutters an apology BANGing the doors closed again.

It takes a moment to realize he legit just left his 'boss' in my hands because he's a pervert. Shrugging off the strange little teenager I wonder over yonder to find a blade. Giotto still tied up?

Yep.

Blade?

Letter opener, yep.

Ruthless survival instincts? Yep.

Well, let's do this then. Strutting back over to captive who is giving me very judgy golden eyes and looking braver than he should, I return to my previous position atop him-and wow doesn't that sound bad? Holding the dull edge to his neck and glaring in warning I remove the scarf.

"Alright creep, either you tell the truth or you start losing limbs." Honey gold eyes staring back into mine.

"Untie me, Lore." His face completely impasive at my threats as if he really thought I wouldn't or perhaps couldn't hurt him. Where does he get off calling me whatever the fuck he wants? I have a godamn weapon held to his neck!

"Right Blondie, I'll do that as soon as you start talking." Maybe. You know, after I've already left the vicinity and have a safe distance between us. The distinct snap of elastic has me jumping too late out of wiry arms. His hold is like iron encasing me close to his chest. My hand lets go of my only weapon in surprise.

"Your my soulmate, I meant what I said, you don't have to believe me but I won't let you leave here until I know your safe." Stupid face saying stupid shit 'cause he's stupid and warm and really nice and sooo warm! Embarassingly enough a slight purr escapes deep with in my chest. Pushing futilely against his chest proves to be quite useless as well.

"You can go, I can even have one of my friends escort you back to your mother when we find her if you don't want my company. I won't bother you again but your under my protection now, we're intertwined." Goosebumps, bad body! Stop it right now! Huffing out a small breath I held, my head get's a little dizzy. Without much thought I let my body do as it pleases burrying my flushed face into his neck and letting my body go lax against his. Why are emotions so exhausting?

"What time is it?" It seems to snap Giotto out of his assertive mood and turn him into an awkward teenager again. His grip loosens just enough for room but not enough that he won't be able to grab me if I try to run.

"E-eh, I don't know?" Resisting the urge to smack him (does he know or not?!) for being so unhelpful I try to find his pocket watch again. Distinctly remembering throwing it some where. It's rather hard searching without moving to but I finally spot it just under one of the end tables behind Giotto and infront of me.

"Loreto?" I humed to show I heard Blondies somewhat meek voice.

"Do you really not know about soulmates?" That gives me pause because he actually believes these delusions? I give him a unflattering look questioning his sanity silently.

"You actually believe soulmates exist? And worse yet that me, some random stranger, is your soulmate?" His brows furrow before it seems to carefully go blank and then give me a pitiful smile which I so do not need right now.

"Look, in case you haven't noticed, I'm not having a great day so if you could let me know whe-"FIRE! Screams erupt from me and all I can think about is trying to remember the fucking spell I'm suppose to chant and oh Merlin, Morgana, fucking Circe! Panic slowly ebbs away as I realize the flames are magical all on their own engulfing my body and Giotto's in that familiar warmth I could quite easily become addicted too.

"G! Stop! Don't go in ther-" BANG That boy has some serious issues with doors and privacy.

"A-Ah! G!" Giotto squeaks out and turns red as a tomato, the lovely orange flames dying out around us.

"B-Boss, I thou-the screams and I-well it-" A distinctly asian guy steps in bowing at Giotto and apologising before making a hasty retreat.

"Well. I don't know about you but I'm ready to go to bed for another few days."

My mind feels unrest

At the events that manifest.

Yet I do not detest

the certain zest

in someone so earnest.

Life may have been wrest

Into something of a quest,

So I will endure the molest.*

A/N: *Molest-to bother, interfere with, or annoy. Not the other meaning. Criticism is welcome.