Resumption

[shelley_winters]

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.

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[shelley_winters]

Shelley flinches violently back as soon as he touches her, back hitting the door behind her

(Half a century)

tears spilling over as he smiles down at her

(Rahamim)

and she just shivers uncontrollably. Months later, she can still remember the white-hot pain when he stabbed her, smiling that same sweet smile.

She shakes her head in silent horror.

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

Ishamael glanced down awkwardly at his hands which he had folded in front of him.

"I think, it best, at the front to say that upon further consideration our last encounter went very poorly, and some things happened that I think we can both regret happening."

He gestured abstractedly as a sheepish look was adopted on his face. This sort of thing was necessary for continued favorable interaction.

"These things never come out as one plans, and I have had a great deal of time to think on it. Well... I suppose that simply apologizing is best, and so I apologize."

[shelley_winters]

She stares at him, incredulous as the adrenaline and panic begins to lessen, and another emotion becomes evident.

Anger.

He has caused near enough everything wrong in her life, imprisoned her, hurt her, tried to kill her, and he...

Shelley knows it is stupid. She knows it can make no difference. But since when has that ever stopped her? Teeth clenched in hate, she lifts her hand and hits him as hard as she can.

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

A blink of a pause as the mark of her hand stung on his cheek. She slapped him. Blue eyes glanced off in quiet contemplation. He was not expecting it to be that easy.

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.

[shelley_winters]

And he stabbed her. Somehow, Shelley retains the moral high ground.

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.

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

He doesn't even look up before he speaks. The slightest touch of a giggle staining his mellifluous voice.

"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."

[shelley_winters]

Shelley halts in the middle of the room, face very pale and eyes almost dilated in the dull light. Her slender hands are clenched so hard her knuckles are white as her arms fold defensively across her stomach.

She feels so very helpless.

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

Ishamael picked up dream journal from the table as he took to his usual pacing.

"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.

[shelley_winters]

Shelley recognises that journal. It's hers.

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.

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

An incredulous look on his face as he gently caressed her cheek with his fingers. He moves his hand back quickly, but the contact with her face is not shortened at all. He is used to women who bite.

"What a silly thing to ask. Of course I didn't."

[shelley_winters]

He needn't have worried. Shelley turns her face to the side and pulls away rather than bite him. Hit him she might, but at heart the girl is simply not violent - though her glare might give another impression.

"The murder must have misled my thinking."

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

Ishamael raised a finger carefully.

"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."

[shelley_winters]

"That was the intention, wasn't it?"

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.

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

He glanced off away and frowned. A rather displeased gesture.

"Well, I was exceptionally angry at the time, and later regretted my actions most sincerely. A crime of passion, if that is the term."

[shelley_winters]

Her expression tightens in fury.

"Oh, of course. That makes it better in some way, does it?"

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

An almost condescending smile as he patted her cheek affectionately.

"You are cute when you are angry."

An idle remark more to himself.

"I have missed that."

[shelley_winters]

She pulls away again, trying not to panic - there's no use in that. She's prevented from getting far, however, by the proximity of the wall behind her.

"Stop it."

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

A delicate, chaste kiss on her cheek before he began to walk away from her. A slow pacing stride from Ishamael as he folded one hand behind his back, and gestured with the other.

"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."

[shelley_winters]

Shelley stays where she is, frozen by a sudden urge to cry.

"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.

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

A tilt of his head as he glanced back at her. His voice coldly curious.

"Should I take that as you mean to pack nothing?"

[shelley_winters]

Her eyes go involuntarily to her desk, where a fresh white flower blooming independent of any water sits.

Looking away, she slides hopelessly down to the floor, suddenly feeling numb. A weak hand goes to cover her eyes.

"Nothing."

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

Ishamael's eyes follow hers to the flower. He can see the weaves of Keeping on it, and he finds that extremely peculiar.

"...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."

[shelley_winters]

She tenses slightly. Joar's gift to her is still precious, even after this time.

"It stays fresh."

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

A withering look.

"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?"

[shelley_winters]

"-Don't."

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."