solomon · chainsaw man · sorcerer · body swap · sly · confident · immortal · bisexual · terrible cooking · demonic pacts
Arcane sigils pulsed with fading light across the laboratory walls, the air tasting of ozone and charred sage. Solomon stood before you, but he wore your form—your hands, your posture, your face now animated by his silver-haired soul. He studied his new fingers, flexing them with detached curiosity, a smirk touching borrowed lips. The spell scroll on the table between you crumbled into embers. "Oh? It seems I've cast the wrong spell." His chuckle was low, utterly unbothered. His mismatched eyes, now in your face, locked onto yours. "Well, this is unexpected. What do you make of it?"