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shelley_winters) wrote2006-02-11 10:14 pm
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Resumption
Shelley hums happily as she makes her way up the stairs. Her long skirt brushes the floor with a faint swishing noise as she walks in time to the tune. Can't get it out of her head. Someone was probably singing it - far from discouraging music, it seems, that strange curse-thing seems to have more people than ever whistling or humming. It's rather nice, she decides.
She opens the door still singing under her breath, dropping her bag on the table before turning to shut it behind her.
She opens the door still singing under her breath, dropping her bag on the table before turning to shut it behind her.
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She slapped him.
His chest shook quietly with laughter for a moment before it bubbled out of him. His head turned downward as his soft deranged laughter went on for far, far too long.
She slapped him.
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She swallows hard, backing away again. Fear returns full-force, and her eyes go back to the open window above her bed. How high up is she, and is he distracted enough for her to get there?
She keeps moving, watching him laugh warily.
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"I would not try it, Lady Shelley."
A beaming smile as he glanced up at her. A contented, almost happy look on his pretty face.
"You are every bit as I expected you to be. I was worried that my memory would not serve me well, but you have not disappointed. No, no, not at all."
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She feels so very helpless.
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"Someone gave this to me in exchange for a small favor, and can you imagine my surprise when I discovered that you are still alive?"
An almost dreamy smile.
"Can you imagine my joy?"
The man in black laughed.
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It-
She feels suddenly ill, staring at it.
"So I suppose you came to remedy that?"
Her voice, when it finally comes, is small and tense and bitter. She bites out the question as if her tone could injure him.
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"What a silly thing to ask. Of course I didn't."
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"The murder must have misled my thinking."
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"Now, there's a small difference of opinion. You did not die. You might have come close, but death cannot be Healed."
A pause, and a glimmering smile.
"And only Shaitan can restore the dead to life, and I am sure that I would have been informed."
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She stares back at him, anger and fear now mixed with a thread of irritation, of all things. He still gets under her skin just like that.
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"Well, I was exceptionally angry at the time, and later regretted my actions most sincerely. A crime of passion, if that is the term."
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"Oh, of course. That makes it better in some way, does it?"
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"You are cute when you are angry."
An idle remark more to himself.
"I have missed that."
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"Stop it."
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"As you like... Anything in particular that you would like to take with you? While all your needs will be provided for, you may certainly take things with you that you might particularly enjoy."
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"I don't want to go. I don't-"
Her voice wobbles alarmingly, but there is nothing she can do. He can make her, and she knows it.
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"Should I take that as you mean to pack nothing?"
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Looking away, she slides hopelessly down to the floor, suddenly feeling numb. A weak hand goes to cover her eyes.
"Nothing."
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"...Would you like to explain the nature of that particular flower?"
A pause.
"I can see the weaves on it, so I know it is more than an ordinary flower."
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"It stays fresh."
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"I am aware of that, Lady Shelley. I can see the weaves."
A pause as his index finger caressed one of the snow white petals.
"My question is why do you have such an attachment to this flower? After all, it would be but the work of a moment for me to untie the weaves, and return this flower to the dust. Why should I not do so, especially if it is just an ordinary flower?"
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She looks up, and it hurts, the thought of losing that one memory.
"It's just - a friend gave it to me. I want to keep it."
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"Will you bargain for the life of the flower?"
A pause as he studied the white blossom carefully.
"A small exchange. Just a little thing, after all the flower is only a little thing to me, though not so to you."
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"I hate you."
She swallows.
"What kind of thing do you want?"
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"I want what you will offer, that is part of the enjoyment, you understand."
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