“Uh… Stelle? Is that you?”
Stelle's body was not so dormant, as it sat on the edge of the couch, March’s consciousness clearly peeking out from within. March—now in Stelle’s body—looked unsure but curious, her posture unusually reserved.
“You’re really… in my body!” March exclaimed, her voice coming out in Stelle’s usual calm tone, though tinged with amazement, as if they were not adapted to that tone. “That’s so weird! But cool? Kind of?”
Stelle gave an awkward laugh, her hand reflexively brushing a strand of pink hair behind her ear. “Yeah, it’s… weird for me too. Your body feels so different. Like it’s filled with energy I don’t usually have.”
March tilted her head, her own expression in Stelle’s body somewhere between excitement and intrigue. “Wait, if you’re me, then that means… you can try my powers! Come on, summon some ice!”
Stelle blinked. “Your ice?”
“Yeah, my six-phased ice! You know, the one I use for my arrows! Go on, focus. You’ve gotta feel it somewhere. It’s, like, cold but cozy, you know?”
Stelle closed her—March’s—eyes, concentrating. The thread connecting her to March’s essence shimmered faintly in her mind, but beneath it, she felt a core of energy, sharp and crystalline. It was like a frozen spring waiting to erupt. She stretched her arm out, her fingers spread wide.
A sudden chill surged through her veins, not uncomfortable but invigorating. A soft blue glow enveloped her hand, and a cluster of glittering ice crystals began to materialize. They hovered in the air, shimmering in the light like tiny stars caught in a frozen moment.
“Oh, by Akivili, you’re doing it!” March’s voice rang out from Stelle’s body, filled with unabashed excitement.
Stelle grinned, her borrowed lips curving into a mischievous smile. She flicked her wrist, and the crystals shot forward, embedding themselves harmlessly in the far wall. They shattered upon impact, dissolving into a fine mist of snowflakes that drifted gently to the floor.
“It’s amazing,” Stelle breathed, her voice filled with awe. “It’s not just your body—it’s like I can feel how you use your power. It’s instinctive, like your memories are guiding me.”
March’s excitement faltered for a moment, replaced by curiosity. “Wait… my memories? You can see them?”
Stelle hesitated, turning her gaze inward. The icy core of March’s power was accompanied by faint echoes, like whispers drifting through her consciousness. She focused on them, and suddenly, flashes of March’s life filled her mind.
She sees herself grimacing from disgust after tasting Himeko's coffee, way too bitter. She remembers doing a shot of herself and a disguised Pom-Pom. Except that she is March 7th in these frames. It's mesmerizing how it is natural to feel them come to her, like it is Stelle's memory.
“It’s not just seeing memories” Stelle said, clenching her fist. “It’s like I’m you. Your strengths, your feelings, even your memories—they’re all part of me while I’m here.”
March hesitated, then laughed nervously. “Well, just don’t go digging too deep, okay? I don’t need you finding out all my embarrassing secrets.”
Stelle grinned, her smile uncannily similar to March’s. “I’ll try not to.”
The now gray-haired girl put a finger on her lips, interrogative. “Now what? Do you know how to come back? Or ... maybe you want to try being a March 7th for a bit?” The tone of the question was pretty clear about March 7th wants. She's surely curious to step a bit into Stelle's life. But what about her?
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