[For Nessa]Changeling

[poetic_apostle]

Julian awoke that morning to the rather too-familiar feel of a cold, wet nose near his ear. "Mmm...Keats," he mumbled, hand freezing halfway to his head to push the dog away. "...Hullo?" No, that definitely wasn't his voice. "...Nessa?" He turned onto his side, propping himself up on an elbow, dark curls falling into his face. "I think something

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[loveintriangles]

Nessa hadn't noticed anything until the body next to her stirred and spoke. "Jul-" She started, turning and slowly opening her eyes. But then it struck her. That wasn't Julian's voice, and it most certainly wasn't Julian's body. "Who are you?"

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Julian's face pulled into a slight scowl. "It's me, Nessa! Your Julian!" He--well, she now, it would seem--was a bit wounded that his own mother didn't know him, even though he had no idea how he appeared now. "...Am I pretty?"

[loveintriangles]

"Julian?" Nessa blinked and looked at the girl again. "Julian! What happened?" She asked, touching his - her - face. But she smiled when she realised that whatever this was hadn't caused him pain, or even discomfort it would seem. "You're beautiful, my sweetling." She touched her face, and removed some long locks from her face. Beautiful and dishelved, much like Julian always was.

[poetic_apostle]

"The island happened, I would imagine," Julian replied with a small grin. "Oh, this is even better than being a child again!" She laughed and threw an arm around Nessa, nestling closer with a quiet giggle.