Forbidden love, broken before a word is spoken in its favor. In this one moment Desmond's eyes shoot open, his body enveloped in darkness, his skin crawling. He shoots up with a short scream, more of a yelp and pants. The darkness seeps into his skin, and leaves him in his humanity. He smelled smoke. "Luna?" he looked around, realizing the girl was not in his room. Where was she...? He remembered she ran off, and he got up. His legs were shaky, his newly restored body was still weak, frail. He was stumbling out of his room, unable to even just stand up straight.
He let out yet another yelp as his legs simply gave out on him, but he did not meet floor. When he opened his eyes, he couldn't see himself. He looked everywhere and yet he saw neither hide nor hair of his body. Soon he realized his body had become dark energy in and of itself, and that he was in the shadows of the hallway. He moved and soon he was in Luna's room, nearly instantly, traveling along the shadows unnoticed by even the keenest eye. He looked upon her from his shadow form. He still smelled smoke. Fire. "Jess?" He thought, and nearly instantly he moved from shadow to shadow and ended up in her room.
The flames did nothing to him in this shadowy form, though it was harder to hide as the fire illuminated most of the room as it rose. He moved back to a shadow in the hall and transformed back, before going to the doorway. "What the hell is going on in here?!" He called, his hands gripping either side of the door frame, his lungs coating in black energy, filtering the smoke so he could breathe clearly. "Jess, calm down! You're gonna burn the place down!"