Jonothon woke up early this morning. It wasn't his room, it wasn't his bed, but his body was back to normal. He didn't have to open his eyes or pat himself down to know that. Not with the constant thrum of other in his blood, reminding him that he was only his own person until he let up for a moment, glanced at that power, and saw something worth ( Read more... )

Last night, Jono had gone to sleep in his own bed, Joni curled up on top of him, after spending a few hours reading and intending to be up early for his office shift at the Boards.

This morning, Jono had woken up in someone else's bed, in someone else's home, staring up at the ceiling and coming to the silent conclusion that he was in someone else ( Read more... )