[bodyswitch. for ian] what are you afraid of?

[thefairone]

It was becoming a habit, getting up before he did, before the light started to peak through the windows, and sliding out of bed making as little noise as possible to climb down from the tree and empty the contents of her stomach behind a tree, wrapped in an oversized shirt, before climbing back up and back into bed, still feeling awful, but feeling

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[weemanmurray]

Ian came awake slowly at the sound of her voice, his arm automatically reaching for her waist sleepily.

"Mmmph? What's that, m'darlin'...is th' world turned on it's head, an' ye up so early?"

[thefairone]

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, feeling back for having woken him, as strange as this was, and leaned closer, staring because she couldn't make herself look away.

"Aye, the world has indeed gone on its head again, mo serc," she answered, dodging the bit about her being already awake as she tentative reached out and touched his face. "Ian, Ian, ye have to open yer eyes."

[weemanmurray]

Ian opens his eyes, blinking blearily, smiling up at her, his fingers curling into long blonde hair.

"What's gotten into ye, lass?" he murmured, and scratched his chest. And stopped.

He blinked.

[thefairone]

Oddly enough, this wasn't horror or outrage, or even discomfort Isolde was feeling, no, this was simply guilt.

"Oh Ian, Ian, 'm so sorry, so terribly sorry," she whispered, half pleading, touching her forehead to his, finding the odd starts of tears prickling backs of her eyes.

[weemanmurray]

Ian's hand cautiously shaped the curve of a small breast, his eyebrows raised.

"Ye dinna have t'be sorry," he murmured. "It's the island, not you. I should apologise t'ye for depriving ye of a husband in yer bed."

[thefairone]

This was something she knew, had supposed, but it hadn't done much to ease to her. She should have known, noticed, but she'd been blinded by herself and what was just inside.

"I know it tis," she acknowledged, shaking her head in spite herself, giving him a bit of a smile. "And donna apologise either. I don't mind. I just, I aught t'have noticed."

[weemanmurray]

"I should get up an' have a look at m'self," he said, with a hazy grin. "How do I look t'you, lass? Am I pleasing?"

He raised an eyebrow, pushing hair that was much longer out of his eyes.

[thefairone]

Isolde straightened up, looking him from head to toe, and smiling back as she nodded.

"Quite pretty, 'm fond of it iffin I do say so myself. Tisn't so bad, quite nice," she told him, running a hand down his side, before making a slight face, a wave of nausea hitting her.