Rezo truly hopes that Lioriley’s hunch that this is a temporary enchantment proves true. Not only would it be personally inconvenient if he is stuck like this, but for her… Having a lover who is a tiny dragon would surely be less than ideal. (On top of everything else about him…)
The minutes continue to tick by while Rezo stays in her arms, pondering the potential ramifications, letting his mind drift from place to place, but with Lioriley always at the center of his thoughts. It’s hard to think about anything entirely unrelated when he is quite literally wrapped up in her. He broods about their recent conversation, wondering how she's feeling, if he should ask directly about it... If there's anything he could possibly do for her...
And then, a full hour has passed.
Rezo abruptly squirms as an odd, uncomfortable sensation comes over him. Not painful, but it’s an intensely itchy, ticklish sensation, like the feeling one gets when there’s a sneeze coming on, except it’s all over his body. It’s something he felt an hour prior, when he’d… He doesn’t have much time to reflect on that before he transforms back.
The transformation itself is painless and over within a few confusing seconds, leaving Rezo sprawled sideways across his bed in front of Lior. One of his legs is dangling off the bed, the other has been thrown over her, and he has the knitted material of her top firmly gripped in one hand, her upper arm in the other, and his forehead leaning against her neck. And his expression is nothing short of bewildered.
“Oh,” he says.
He’s also entirely undressed, so, enjoy that, Lioriley?
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The minutes continue to tick by while Rezo stays in her arms, pondering the potential ramifications, letting his mind drift from place to place, but with Lioriley always at the center of his thoughts. It’s hard to think about anything entirely unrelated when he is quite literally wrapped up in her. He broods about their recent conversation, wondering how she's feeling, if he should ask directly about it... If there's anything he could possibly do for her...
And then, a full hour has passed.
Rezo abruptly squirms as an odd, uncomfortable sensation comes over him. Not painful, but it’s an intensely itchy, ticklish sensation, like the feeling one gets when there’s a sneeze coming on, except it’s all over his body. It’s something he felt an hour prior, when he’d… He doesn’t have much time to reflect on that before he transforms back.
The transformation itself is painless and over within a few confusing seconds, leaving Rezo sprawled sideways across his bed in front of Lior. One of his legs is dangling off the bed, the other has been thrown over her, and he has the knitted material of her top firmly gripped in one hand, her upper arm in the other, and his forehead leaning against her neck. And his expression is nothing short of bewildered.
“Oh,” he says.
He’s also entirely undressed, so, enjoy that, Lioriley?