✨🎶ALL YOU WANNA DO IS DANCE!🎶✨

steelgrey-angel:

This couldn’t be happening. She couldn’t be a old man! Ugh, he smelled like old people. Vaggi glared down at her own hand…his hand.

A black palm would greet her with long extended crimson shined claws that seemed to glint and sparkle with tilted just right in the lamplight. He was…too tall. Or perhaps she was just use to being short.

It all felt…weird. Strange in a way she couldn’t put in words.

Curious burning eyes swiveled back to her own body. Alastor was yelling and grumbling but all she could focus on was just how tiny she really was from another persons perspective. She was so small. So itty bitty that she didn’t even make it to Al’s waist.

Fluffy ears on their own stood up straight as if frightened by their true owners hiss. They had been folded completely against his body’s skull, looking more like a terrified fawn that the majestic and powerful monster he truly was.

“Well I can’t fuckin’ control them!” Vaggi shot back with her best try at a snarl. Having a forever smile was a little difficult in the ‘looking angry’ department. Yet somehow he always managed to convey his mood so easily despite the curse of his own face.

She however was not so lucky.

There was a screech of radio static then and Vaggi pressed Alastor’s hands over his ears briefly. “What the hell was that?!” She yelled, not even noticing it was coming from herself, her panic reverberating in his radio frequencies.

Slowly she’d let her hands fall, following instead her body as he stalked to the mirror to look at his new form. By his scowl it told her everything she needed to know.

“Yeah? Well you’re a goddamn giraffe, moose head.” The redhead huffed and followed, coming to a halt to glare as her own new reflection. When Alastor stormed passed, she just rolled her eyes.

“We need to find a way back to our own bodies and we need to do it now. I can’t stand the smell of you.”

Vaggi sniffed the air with his little pointed nose only to grimace at his scent like it was the worst thing she had ever put up to her nose. Then again most demons smelt bad to her, an angel. She had grown use to the scent but now…being one of them? It was hitting her ten fold now.

“I think m'gonna hurl…”

The sound of screeching static assaulted Alastor’s new set of ears. Funnily enough, it did not sound so comforting nor tolerable when it came from another, much larger being. He’d thought he’d be used to it!

“Agh. It’s…” He winced, teeth pressed together. “Calm down!” Alastor shouted over the noise. His voice was too high-pitched for his liking, and the command came out sounding much weaker than it would have if Vaggi herself had said it. She was used to the way her voice worked.

Alastor was not.

“That happens when I’m feeling something intensely. You need to calm down,” he reiterated. “I can control it, but you– you just need to focus on not feeling anything for the time being.”

She joined him beside the mirror, and he squinted up at her, holding his trousers up with both hands.

“Oh, excuse me for not smelling like…” Alastor sniffed himself. Or Vaggi. Whatever. “Fresh linen?”

Eugh.

“Do you own anything that will fit me, and is modest?”he questioned tersely. He wasn’t even going to ask what kind of insult 'moose head’ was– Vaggi was an angel, and he supposed they had a lot of weird phrases up there he’d never even heard of. “… Of course we’re going to try to figure out how to change back.”

They had to. But how? How did this happen to them in the first place? Did it have something to do with the angelic power that Vaggi had used to heal him?

“But we have to make the best of it in the meantime. We won’t think well if we’re uncomfortable.”