[For Neil (Nessa)] Waking up as a Bell

[poetic_apostle]

Julian awoke to a cold, wet nose on his chin and the morning sun filtering through the leaves outside, lending a warm yellow-green quality to the light filling the bedroom. With a soft chuckle he pushed Keats' face away from his own and rolled over to smile at the person in bed next to him as the beagle jumped to the floor. "Morning, Nessa dear,"

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[loveintriangles]

Oh, fuck.

It's a slow, painful struggle transitioning from sleep to consciousness. Drifting in a haze, feeling the bed shift, a dog snuffling near my face, and all those things aren't so unusual. Then I realize I'm not alone, and fuck, I can't remember going to sleep next to anyone last night? Did I take someone home? Shit, I don't know, but then I feel the brush of lips and it's pretty obvious.

Eyes cracking open, the light filtering in stings my eyes, and it's a few more moments before I can make out the words. Before I can make out the face. "Huh?"

[poetic_apostle]

Julian chuckled softly, propping himself up on his elbow as he regarded his mother's confused face with fond amusement. "I asked if you wanted some tea. Breakfast? I could bring it back, take Keats for a walk..."

[loveintriangles]

Okay... fucking twilight zone.

I'm so wrapped up in this place being completely unfamiliar, along with that face, that it takes me a little too long to notice I don't feel right. Rolling up onto my elbows with a groan, I take a look at my hands -- at the body peeking out from under the sheets, and my eyes just about pop out of my skull.

"Oh shit..." Yeah, okay, definitely not my voice.

[poetic_apostle]

Julian's smile melted into a concerned expression as he sat up fully. "Nessa? What's wrong, darling? Are you ill?"