"Sorry again about the bed frame." Lyrion said as he buttoned his shirt, looking all-too-pleased with himself. "Tried to tell you I can be a little rough. You'll get it fixed before next time, yeah?"
Blue was a little taken aback by how quickly Lyrion seemed to move, already getting dressed when they'd barely just finished. The changeling sat up, deciding to challenge his fae lover, "So, what? You think I can't just up and fix it now...? Why're you in such a rush all of the sudden?" He slid out of bed and moved to grab a silken dressing robe, covering himself a bit as he moved to touch a few sigils he'd etched into the bed posts at the foot of the bed. Whispering something almost indiscernible as a mantra to himself, the wooden frame began to reconstruct itself before their eyes. He turned towards Lyrion, pouting slightly, "That was the whole point in me designing this bed frame - was to fix it after you inevitably mucked it up. You don't... have to go... I don't want you to.."




















