Angels and Angles (for Isolde)

[weemanmurray]

He was sitting up the tree (the tree, not a tree), doing not a lot of anything. Rollo was asleep at the roots, and Ian was sitting on a low branch, one leg bent, one foot swinging. He was making something out of twisted wire. The barrel was safe down by the beach, hidden in the trees, for now, the fire was built and he'd done his best to calm

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[thefairone]

She had woken up wings. She'd let out a yelp so loud that she'd woken up Death and apologised to the other girl, before rushing from the room, her long white dressjust brushing the tops of her feet as she rushed out of the compund. She didn't understand. She had wings, white and snowy ones, like some sort of bird, but she wasn't a bird and she couldn't get them off and it didn't make any sense at all.

Ian would know, that's all she knew, as she made her way through the trees towards his and Hope's hut, her long mysteriously already half pulled up in a braid at the crown of her head. It didn't make sense. Why the strange wings? What was she?

[weemanmurray]

From up high, he watched her come into the clearing. Dressed as an Angel. Apparently, what he'd told River about the island playing tricks had been true enough because there was Isolde dressed like an Angel, though not like any Angel that Ian had ever seen. Surely Angels were better covered up that that, and less pretty.

He didn't call down to her at first, just watched her from above. His mam had always told him not to stare, but he figured it wasn't as bad if you didn't get caught.

[thefairone]

The most uncomfortable thing about her dress Isolde decided, was not the wings. Those were queer and odd, unnatural, yes, but they could be dealt with, blamed on something else. Her dress was pretty, and it did cover her legs and wasn't so bad. It wasn't as scant as some of the things she'd seen on the others so far today. No the worst was the relic on the chain about her neck, a silver cross on a chain.

It wasn't for one of her gods, and it made her feel dirty, and wrong in her wings. What was she, such a strange creature brought to life on this damn island. She shook her head and sighed as she continued on her way.

[weemanmurray]

She was almost out of the clearing when he called out to her.

"Ye can go lookin' for me, lass, but ye wilna find me."

He swung his other leg over the branch, sitting with both feet dangling, looking down at her.

"Ye look bonny t'day, Isolde. Did ye do somethin' t'yer hair that's different?"

He arched an eyebrow, barely containing a smile.