Resumption

Feb. 11th, 2006 10:14 pm
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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.

Date: 2006-02-12 10:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
Ishamael put his hand over the flower. A bemused smile as he stared at the blossom.

"I want what you will offer, that is part of the enjoyment, you understand."

Date: 2006-02-12 10:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
Ishamael snaps his hand back from the flower as if it were hot. He did not even go to the effort of concealing the smug grin on his face, a kind of self-absorbed amusement, like a fox who has gotten into the hen house.

"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."

Date: 2006-02-13 02:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
His arms slid around her lightly as he kissed her in reply. Fingers tangling gently in her red hair.

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.

Date: 2006-02-13 06:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
As she breaks off the kiss, Ishamael still kneeling in front of her pulls his arms from around her, untangling his hands from her hair resignedly.

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."

Date: 2006-02-13 06:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
Smiling a little too brightly, his voice a little less sane, he raised an index finger. His head tilted at an odd angle as he glanced around conspiratorially, as an eerie light seemed to fill his eyes.

"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."

Date: 2006-02-13 06:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
Ishamael ignores the push entirely. Slowly, he stands and watches her with his blue eyes.

"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."

Date: 2006-02-13 08:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
A tilt of his head as he studied her and the flower. There was a fascination there that he could not quite plumb. She still had her secrets from him... All the more allure.

"...Did Asmodean give you that flower?"

It was the only logical conclusion.

Date: 2006-02-13 08:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
She was not quite lying, but he could not quite tell what she was meaning. No matter. The man was dead and gone. A minor affection for him was easily perceptible in her dreams

"Your grief is understandable. Those who betray Shaitan, as he did, die the final death."

A pause. She did not know fact from conjecture

"What a tragedy... You two will never meet again. Ever. He will not be reborn, the cycle has been broken."

Date: 2006-02-13 08:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
Ishamael watches her with cold, clinical curiosity. His voice is colder, more insistent.

"If you have no other business to attend to, then let us go home, Lady Shelley."

A pause.

"Do not bother calling for someone. I am far more powerful than when we parted company. It would only end badly--for them."

Date: 2006-02-13 09:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
A calm glance, as he walked closer to her. His mellifluous voice keeping the tone mostly free of self-amusement.

"You are right. It is not home yet, but it will be."

A pause.

"Notably, I have relocated to a slightly larger estate in the mountains. It is remote, but you will not be lacking in all the comforts that the Second Age can offer."

Date: 2006-02-13 09:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
A slightly worried look as he glanced off as if making a note to pick up something at the grocer's on the way home.

"The property is extensive, but I will have to ask you not to leave the house or gardens until I instruct the Darkhounds not to tear you to pieces on sight. They are unbelievably effective guardians, though being hundreds of miles from civilization, they are usually not used."

Date: 2006-02-13 09:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
A slightly sad, sheepish look as Ishamael wipes a tear from her cheek with an index finger before reaching into his pocket to offer her a kerchief-black.

"Now, Lady Shelley, you will certainly grow acclimated as time goes on. Such is the nature of things."

Date: 2006-02-13 10:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
A more insistent, colder voice as he glanced with imperious disdain.

"But you will, regardless."

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