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 ( Read more... )

Monday morning came, and Isolde found herself being greeted by the familiar sense of everything. The wiggle of her toes, the touch of her fingers, the feel of the sun on her skin and without opening her eyes, she knew she was home, back in her own skin. Everything felt right again ( Read more... )

Isolde kissed him and smiled, fingering his jumper, tugging on it slightly.

"Oh I think ye know what those things are, Mr Murray. Good things, very good things."

( christ..this is long. )