Medea AU - post Firetrap

[shelley_winters]

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.

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[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

Slowly, the look on his face sharpens, and a hand rises to his mouth. A slightly worried look on his face as he stared intently at a spot on the wall.

That did not make sense. Why did he lose his focus?

[shelley_winters]

Shelley could have hazarded: Because he's insane?

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.

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

Not moving at all, nor even looking at her, Ishamael spoke with a quiet, curious tone in his voice.

"Are you going somewhere in particular, Lady Shelley?"

[shelley_winters]

"Away from you," she says shortly, tugging it open.

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

Laughing quietly to himself, he said nothing more, and did not move as she opened the door.

Space.

It was important, and he said nothing more. Blue eyes staring at the wall. The patterns were interesting, different. He had not noticed.

[shelley_winters]

And she runs, wishing as she does that she had shut the door behind her. It is late, and thunder rolls, but she runs through the dark until she finds an empty room. Breathing fast, she steps in, not bothering to find the lightswitch but going straight to a corner. The robe she wears is black. Hard to see.

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.