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It's late afternoon when Shelley finds the headache has receded enough for her to sit up without too much discomfort. She's still fairly dizzy, and her head feels hot underneath chilled fingers, but she makes herself get out of bed anyhow.

Ten minutes under a hot shower spray leaves her feeling slightly more like herself, if 'herself' bears much resemblance to a half-drowned, redheaded kitten. But the girl gamely ties on a warm dressing gown, rubs halfheartedly at her hair to change it from sopping wet to just damp, and heads carefully downstairs, slippers flopping on each step.

Determined, she makes her way to the couch and sits, slightly rueful at how accomplished she now feels.

Date: 2007-01-26 08:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
After a few minutes, the kitchen door opens and Elan exits. Blinking in slight surprise at Shelley's presence, he spoke calmly. Having already finished the housework, and spoken with her work, Elan was settling down with a book and a cup of tea.

"Oh? You are out of bed, I see."

With little ceremony, he set the cup of tea in his hands down in front of her before sitting beside her on the couch.


Date: 2007-01-26 09:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Seeing that she was cold, Elan slipped an arm around her shoulders. Sitting in still silence, he simply let the time pass. There was little to say at the moment, but just to be. To be Elan and Shelley together. He liked it.

Date: 2007-01-26 09:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
A soft smile from Elan as he glanced at the redhead.

"You were cold."

Date: 2007-01-26 09:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Closing his eyes, he commented rather distantly. At the moment, her health and even comfort was the most important. If she were not made happy, then he had no chance of it either.

"That does not matter."

Date: 2007-01-26 10:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Opening his eyes, Elan glanced down at Shelley and inquired softly.

"What is the matter?"

Date: 2007-01-26 10:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
His other hand strayed over to rest on hers. His voice soft and rather distant.

"I just--I worry for you, and for us, though you especially."

Date: 2007-01-26 11:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Elan shook his head. He had not particularly expected an overly positive response to that, in all honesty.

"Not your physical health... This is very trying on both of us at this time."

Date: 2007-01-26 11:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
His arm was still around her as Elan seemed to sink into the sofa as if to escape his thoughts, to vanish into the cushions.

"We are galæ, out of place. This place is not mine, but neither is it wholly yours now. Over silent dinners, during boardgames, books with tea, the world has changed, and become something alien and not entirely friendly to us both. We feel it within us, and I especially."

There was a hollowness to Elan, he felt. A hole that he could not fill, a world that was not his own, and simply bearing it was all that was in his power.

Date: 2007-01-26 11:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
A small shudder from Elan as her question dug up feelings he would rather not give voice or even thought. There were things that spawned so great a horror within Elan--latent thoughts--that were he to shine the light of consciousness on those dark corners, he would surely crumble to dust from the horror--the blatant, unchanging, ennui of his life and the possibility that this was, indeed, the end.

And Elan knew, somewhere, about the dangers of those thoughts, and had methodically avoided them, but Shelley was unearthing them.

"...The only thing here I love, or even have, really, is you."

Date: 2007-01-26 11:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Leaning in closely, he kissed her chastely on the corner of her mouth. His voice was tender as he commented.

"I think I would know full and well if I loved someone, and rest assured that I do love you."

Date: 2007-01-27 12:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
For a moment, there was no movement.


An austere silence.

Then Elan closed his eyes, and slowly rose from his seat beside her, taking his arm from around her shoulders.

He began to walk towards the kitchen. After a moment, he turned to look back at her. For a brief moment anger--but unable to maintain it, his look softened to a heartbroken hurt.

The kind of look that said "I love you anyway."

Date: 2007-01-27 01:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
The door to the kitchen shuts with a click.


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