God, give us love in the time that we have...

[weemanmurray]

Ian had decided that he was going to have to give his jeans up as a bad job. After nearly eleven months on the island, they were raggy and stained, hanging off his hips, wide tears showing skin and black cotton

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[thedescent_into]

She moves silent. Even with her swinging axe. Even with her heavy climbing boots. She wears a t-shirt and cropped shorts. Face smudged with dirt. She went inside that morning. Stood under the spray of the shower. Hours cutting her way through jungle, and she's already covered in a sheen of sweat.

Her eyes are drawn to the arrowheads first. To the hands carving them. Then to the man. It only takes a moment for the face to be familiar.

She hangs back. Half hidden by trees. And watches.

[weemanmurray]

Ian was totally lost in the task in his hands, but Rollo lifted his large head. He got up and padded towards the woman in the trees.

Ian lifted his head and watched quietly, a smile lifting the corner of his mouth before he went back to the arrowhead.

Rollo nosed at Sarah's fingers.

[thedescent_into]

Her eyes were drawn to the animal first. Head turning in slow motion. Cold, wet nose nuzzling at the palm of her hand. She stands immobile, brow creasing. Curious. The animal had never come so close, always hovering in the distance.

She moves finally, fingers combing through thick, coarse fur.

"Hello, Rollo."

[weemanmurray]

Rollo made a thick, contented sound in the back of his throat and nuzzled into Sarah's touch.

"Ye do talk then," said Ian, without looking up from his hands. "Well, good."

[thefairone]

There were days when Isolde reckoned it would be better just to be done with it. The heat for one, and all that it did to her, making her now impossibly heavy hair escape and stick to her neck, and well, her irritatingly stubborn son who apparenly had his little heart set on moving until the day he was born and then some.

It was getting annoying and the concern of others was starting to wear upon her. It was like several women weren't doing and hadn't just done the exact same thing. Someone aught to tell her husband this. And tell him quick.

"Ye'd be better off with a bigger rock," she told him as she spotted the devil in question as she moved through the trees.

[weemanmurray]

"Aye, maybe t'brain ye with, but this'll do just fine fer what I'm doin'," said Ian, glancing up at Isolde with a faint smile and a lift of one eyebrow. He was getting better at not nagging, not fussing and, most importantly, staying out of the way.

[thefairone]

Unable to stop herself, she stuck out her tongue in a a completely unapologetic gesture, which made her seem half her age. "Aye, aye, and comments like that and I'll think that you're that man I met on the beach the other day," she told him, moving to sit next to him. "What is it that yer doing anyhow?"

[weemanmurray]

Ian grinned broadly at that, shifting over on the tree to make sure that she had room to sit down.

"Aye, well, I'm not him, and I would've thought I proved that to ye this mornin' before I was out of m'bed."