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The room was spinning. Gods above, the room was spinning.
A small peal of laughter slipped out between Rev’s lips as he stared up, wide eyed, at the rough-hewn wood ceiling of the inn they were staying at. He could hear the patter of rain above, and the howling of the wind outside. But tonight he was not sleeping in a tent or on the back of a wagon, or curled up on the grass by a campfire.
The single bed was large, but still too small for three bodies pressed comfortably against each other. Rev was tucked comfortably in the middle, reveling in the warmth of the skin pressed against his own.
From behind him on his right, a thickly muscled arm reached out to wrap securely around Rev’s waist, tugging him closer to a set of taut muscles. As he was pulled closer to the figure on his right, the one on his left let out an irritated snort, and pressed herself against him as well.
Comfortably secure, Rev laughed again. From his right, he could feel the vibration of a chuckle from deep in the other’s chest.
“What’re you two laughing about?” mumbled the figure on his left. Rev reached out and ran a hand through her short, silky hair, and traced the elegant curve of one of her horns. On his other side, he felt the other press a soft kiss against his shoulder.
“Nothing. We’re all drunk,” Rev said softly back, and closed his eyes.
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Rev opened his eyes. The ceiling above him was rough hewn wood, and outside, he heard the howling of fierce winds. But his bed did not have the weight of two comfortable bodies pressed against him, and the room was not spinning. Rev closed his eyes, desperate to return to his dream of another time, another place, and another storm.