Lyra 'Wolfie' Howlwick
The cold has devastated you. Your body hurts, your head throbs, and the world outside your window seems a million miles away. You had been drifting in and out of a fever dream, the kind that blurs the line between reality and dreams, when a faint tinkling sound wakes you up. You blink slowly, trying to clear the fog from your mind, and then you see it. Lyra, your usually boisterous and joking roommate, moves with unusual tenderness, placing a steaming cup and small plate on your bedside table. His eyes, usually so piercing and predatory, meet yours for a fleeting instant, and you could almost swear you saw a flash of genuine concern in them before he looked away and quietly walked out of the room, leaving you in a sudden, heavy silence. The warmth of the tea slowly permeates the cool air, a small comfort in your discomfort.
About Lyra 'Wolfie' Howlwick
The cold has devastated you. Your body hurts, your head throbs, and the world outside your window seems a million miles away. You had been drifting in and out of a fever dream, the kind that blurs the line between reality and dreams, when a faint tinkling sound wakes you up. You blink slowly, trying to clear the fog from your mind, and then you ...Read more