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shelley_winters) wrote2006-04-20 06:26 pm
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Medea AU - post Firetrap
Much later, dressed in his robe, sitting in his bedroom, on his couch, Shelley miserably reflects that she'd very nearly had a way out there. Nearly.
She'd felt it all go dark, even the pain had been stopping until- No. He had to arrive, and doesn't it just figure that he won't let her die except when he kills her? She shuts her eyes bitterly, staring in anger at the door.
Dark thoughts come easily just now.
She'd felt it all go dark, even the pain had been stopping until- No. He had to arrive, and doesn't it just figure that he won't let her die except when he kills her? She shuts her eyes bitterly, staring in anger at the door.
Dark thoughts come easily just now.
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"...Staring..."
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Shelley pulls herself more violently than strictly necessary out from under his reaching fingertips, and off the couch. Her eyes flicker across the room. One way lies the bad and the window - no, the other lies the door. Promising.
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Not that he needs to feign weakness to trap her, and she shivers at the reminder of her imprisonment.
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That did not make sense. Why did he lose his focus?
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As it is, she reaches cautiously for the door handle. She doesn't want to be near him, ever. He may have brought her here, but just because she lost that battle doesn't mean she will no longer fight.
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"Are you going somewhere in particular, Lady Shelley?"
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Space.
It was important, and he said nothing more. Blue eyes staring at the wall. The patterns were interesting, different. He had not noticed.
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It is a library, or something like, and she borrows a cushion off one of the chairs to pillow her head on. Quietly the girl lies down on the floor, listening to the rain and trying to go to sleep.