LYRE
I wish I could say it's strange to wake up to two men in my bed, but alas—it happens more often than you'd think.
They aren't usually clothed, though. So I guess I should be grateful for the small things… oh, and I'm still alive. There's that, too.
Even if my body feels heavier than a dead cow.
Damn it.
No arcana. No strength. I'm feeling awfully freaking mortal about now, and I am not appreciating it.
"You okay?" Aaron asks, looking at me with an overabundance of caution I find strange coming from the most carefree shifter I've ever met this side of the century.
"I'm fine." Kind of. Not really. Maybe.
But it isn't like he'd understand the full nuances of what I'm dealing with anyway.
"Yeah?"
