Resumption
Feb. 11th, 2006 10:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shelley_wintersShelley 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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Date: 2006-02-12 08:45 pm (UTC)"Oh, of course. That makes it better in some way, does it?"
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Date: 2006-02-12 08:48 pm (UTC)"You are cute when you are angry."
An idle remark more to himself.
"I have missed that."
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Date: 2006-02-12 09:09 pm (UTC)"Stop it."
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Date: 2006-02-12 09:11 pm (UTC)"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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Date: 2006-02-12 09:22 pm (UTC)"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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Date: 2006-02-12 09:30 pm (UTC)"Should I take that as you mean to pack nothing?"
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Date: 2006-02-12 09:36 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2006-02-12 09:41 pm (UTC)"...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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Date: 2006-02-12 09:49 pm (UTC)"It stays fresh."
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Date: 2006-02-12 09:52 pm (UTC)"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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Date: 2006-02-12 09:56 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2006-02-12 10:03 pm (UTC)"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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Date: 2006-02-12 10:12 pm (UTC)"I hate you."
She swallows.
"What kind of thing do you want?"
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Date: 2006-02-12 10:14 pm (UTC)"I want what you will offer, that is part of the enjoyment, you understand."
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Date: 2006-02-12 10:39 pm (UTC)She stares bitterly at the floor, but not before the flower gets another glance.
She knows what she can do. It's obvious enough, and humiliating to make him happy for weeks. But to have to say it...
"If you don't, I'll- I'll kiss you."
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Date: 2006-02-12 10:48 pm (UTC)"I accept your proposition, Lady Shelley."
A calm, graceful stride as the man in black walked over to where she was huddled down against the wall. Kneeling down across from her, he gave a beautiful smile.
"Whenever you are ready, my lady."
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Date: 2006-02-12 11:07 pm (UTC)"Shut up."
As he watches her, she wishes the floor would very literally open and swallow her. There are tears of rage and humiliation in her eyes, and she blinks hard to get rid of them.
It takes a second or two before she can bring herself to lean forward, tilting her head to the side and press her lips tentatively and reluctantly to his.
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Date: 2006-02-13 02:52 pm (UTC)A gentle, soft kiss. No insistence, no pressure. His heartbeat loud in his own ears. That oddly electric passion that comes from kissing someone who you care for.
He had waited a long time for this, and that made it all the sweeter. His body ached to draw more, draw more deeply, to inhale her breath,
(How much sweeter than he had imagined, the feeling of her.)
And never exhale again.
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Date: 2006-02-13 05:44 pm (UTC)She measures the time in heartbeats rather than focus on- anything else. One. Two.
His hands in her hair make it hard, but she breaks the kiss as soon as she can, turning her face quickly away, blush still staining her cheeks as she tries hard not to breathe unevenly.
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Date: 2006-02-13 06:01 pm (UTC)His eyes are still closed as he savors the kiss. The feeling of her lips on his that lingers but for a moment. The feeling of her breath on his cheek. The feeling of her warmth in his arms, and his hands in her hair.
The feeling of her.
As the feelings fade, as they do, Ishamael glanced up at her. His eyes carefully studying the blush and the uneven breathing.
"Now... Was that really so bad?"
A small, coy smile.
"It couldn't have been if you are blushing like that."
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Date: 2006-02-13 06:18 pm (UTC)And feels even angrier that she should have to.
"I-it's called humiliation, you-"
She breaks off, clenching her teeth and reaching up to wipe away tears.
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Date: 2006-02-13 06:27 pm (UTC)"Do not worry, Lady Shelley, I do not believe that anyone saw."
His voice was a soft coo, like comforting a child.
"That kiss can remain our little secret... Though, you shouldn't feel embarassed about enjoying a little kiss."
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Date: 2006-02-13 06:52 pm (UTC)She can't take him being so close.
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Date: 2006-02-13 06:56 pm (UTC)"You should have just asked. I am amenable to your concerns and cares."
A twisted smile.
"After all, I would have accepted anything, but you wanted a kiss."
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Date: 2006-02-13 08:05 pm (UTC)"I could have asked, but I wanted to push you. No, I- wanted to keep something a friend gave me. You're the one who threatened to break it."
She carefully puts out a hand to pick up the flower, looking at it miserably. Rather than look at him.
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