[When Frey awoke this morning he was extremely confused. Something… felt off.

Sitting up, he’s further confused by the fact that his level of sight is… lower? Much lower. But why? Did the bed break in his sleep or something?

And then a lock of brown hair falls in front of his face. He knows that hair color. He knows-] ….Lym?!

[There’s a yell, far ( Read more... )