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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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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.