Not bothering to wait for Cyrus to wake up from his rest after heading into the city, a smaller but still familiar version of his brother slips into the cabin, up the ladder and into the bed next to the former angel.
Exhausted from my work in the city, I was sleeping soundly in the wide plush bed when a warm body crawled in along side me. In my weary, worn state, my subconscious registered only that the form was warm and the spirit familiar. That was enough.
With a deep drowsy exhale, I reached out and wrapped an arm around the being, snuggling sleepily up to it and resting my chin against the top of it’s head. A content sigh and my consciousness was already sinking again into the pleasant void of sleep.
I can feel the unhappy emotions rolling off of him and I shifted absently, sitting cross legged now as I stared at him. “I suppose…” I blinked, confused, then voicing the question stumping me. “How did it happen?”
Trilling to himself, he does his best to settle, refocusing on Cyrus after that. “I’m not sure. I woke up like this.” And finding his way here, with his altered center of gravity, hadn’t been all that fun.
"Does it…hurt?" I asked blankly, not really sure what to make of this situation. Just woke up that way?? There had to be some reason… didn’t there?
He shakes his head, still sulky. “Not on it’s own.” At least, not yet, though he wasn’t looking forward to what might happen if or when he changed back.
Nodding, I scooted a little closer, absently reaching out to touch his skin. So different and yet so familiar. “<em>Did it hurt to change? How…how old is this form?</em>” it was difficult to tell after being so familiar with his matured form.