[ Trevor sleeps fitfully. But waking, waking is pleasant. He's in a warm bed. A warm, soft bed, the like he's not been in in years. The room smells like the good sort of fire, the kind that warms hands and bakes bread. Something hurts. He can ignore it.
It's only when he opens his eyes that he hisses out a profanity, scooting away from whatever the fuck that fire monster is that's decided to share his bed and predictably irritating his injury in the process. Fuck. Fuck, that hurts. ]
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It's only when he opens his eyes that he hisses out a profanity, scooting away from whatever the fuck that fire monster is that's decided to share his bed and predictably irritating his injury in the process. Fuck. Fuck, that hurts. ]
What the shit?!