(crossposted to doctor_ten and fey_gaming)
Andruthen came awake all at once, as he often did; centuries of training for battles he was never sent to had rendered him virtually incapable of waking slowly. It was a habit he often cursed, though this time it had been prompted by the feeling that there was something... different about his situation.
( The first thought that struck him was that he was not alone in his bed. That thought was all that it took for the events of the previous day to hit him in a rush, as his mind caught up with his physical reflexes.Collapse )