AFTERWARDS
Dash, now switched places with Killian, found it hard to spend time with Ingrid. If he did, it would surely raise suspicion, and he didn't want that at all. Sure, it was selfish to switch with his brother instead of just facing prison for God knows how long, but he did it nonetheless. But in this state, he was actually able to learn more about Ingrid. It angered him that she would rather tell to his own brother rather than himself.
He always considered telling her the truth. That he switched bodies with Killian. That the interior of this body was Dash himself. He did want to tell her, but knowing her, she'd just get as angry as she was when finding out he murdered a man just after sleeping with her. Couldn't the timing get any worse?
That night, Ingrid came knocking with a rather uncomfortable face. Like that, Dash acted as how his brother would've in a situation as this.
"Hey- Ingrid, uh, Freya's not...home." She nodded, inviting herself in. Dash closed the door and followed her pace towards the first chair she saw. "Is something wrong? Did something happen?"
Ingrid nodded again, her face empty. "Yeah something did happen...with me and Dash. Uhm, the night of Freya's party we sorta ran off to the manor and things got...heated." Dash remembered that night perfectly.
They entered the manor in a rush-like manor. He didn't have any intentions toward her in that way, but somehow they ended up kissing furiously. And sooner than later, their clothes were gone. He remembered making love to her on the attic floor near the fireplace. It was hot as it was, but their passion made it hotter. It was riveting and not like how he has ever done with anyone else. No, this was Ingrid. Ingrid. The oldest and responsible one. The one he courted from the moment he learned they were alike—species-wise. Ingrid, the intellectual, free-spirited, gorgeous woman he knew. He remembered her pants and tightly shut eyes when he had entered her. Her moans and screams of his name from pleasure...
Dash shook the thought away when he heard Ingrid sniffling. He pulled her into his arms in a caring embrace. So Killian. "Ingrid, if you're feeling guilty about sleeping with my brother–"
"I'm pregnant." She shot out quicker than she intended. Dash was in full shock. Ingrid's pregnant and the first person she told is...his brother. Or who she thinks is her brother. "But I'm not fully sure if it's Dash's or the Mandragora's, and I'm not really sure whose I wish it were." That stung. If it were the Mandragora's then the baby would be some half-monster type creature, but if it were his...well, there'd be risk of it turning out like him.
"Why not? Ingrid, do you love Dash? Why aren't you telling him first?"
"I don't know. I told Freya first, but I can't tell Dash. Not yet. Not until I'm certain whose it is." A part of him wished it be his, but another part wished it wasn't. Dash as a father even though they weren't even a couple? Let alone the fact that he is technically in prison. Well, his body was, but not his mind. "Promise me you won't tell Dash yet or my mother. She has a lot to deal with as it is. We all do." Ingrid sighed and stood up, giving him a small, gentle hug. And with a sniff, she was out the door.
He could've told her the truth right then. He could've said, "But I already know" and confuse her. But no, it still wasn't the right time. Not yet. Not now.
And probably…not ever.
I have never written for them, so I apologize if their personalities aren't exactly on tack (mainly Dash's).
