@magictroupe / @newyorkgolem || From Lyra to Noah
She’d fallen asleep on the couch once she’d gotten back to her apartment. Noah had come with her and while she’d been tired when they’d arrived, she’d fought against it just to have a bit more time with him. Lyra almost expected this to all be a dream and for her to wake up, alone once more, Kol possibly reading in another room like he did when she seemed to reliving parts of her past.
It was a nightmare that pulled her out of her sleep. A rerun of night she lost Noah and the night she’d almost died. The pain from where the gargoyle had struck her coursed through her form for a moment, causing the enchantress to make a small pained noise. It was a moment, filled with her hand flying to her chest and stomach before she realized that she was in fact fine.
Lyra stood, the nightmare giving her too much nervous energy to remain on the couch. She moved to the kitchen, intent on making tea, and honestly not even realizing exactly how late it was.











