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And Shelley doesn't know where to go, or what to do.

He went into the house after storming off like he has the right to be angry after-

After he kissed her.

Oh God. Okay. Nothing he hadn't done before, if more... scary.

She sighs, dropping her forehead down onto drawn-up knees. She has moved from where they were before but remained in the garden. Ishamael went inside. Staying away seemed the thing to do.

She wants to go home. But it's only been a few days since she came back, and with him angry...

She doesn't know what to do.

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A freshly-showered Ishamael, wet black hair hanging limp on his shoulders, walked slowly toward her. Perched on his shoulder was Abdiel, he moved carefully to avoid spilling the kitten. Kneeling down next to her, he spoke quietly.

"Lady Shelley?"

She looks up with a jerk, eyes going from him to the kitten, then back to him, if possible even more warily.

She doesn't say a word.

A rather irritated look as he lifted Abdiel off his shoulder and proffered him to Shelley.

"He tried to, as you would say, piss in my dresser."

She takes the kitten carefully, petting him as he miaows plaintively. She wouldn't say that, actually, she thinks sourly, but continues saying nothing.

It seems the safer path.

A glance away as he sat down beside her. A deep breath. It was best to be upfront about such things as it was more effective.

"I must apologize for earlier."

That... was not exactly what she was expecting.

Her wary look steps up to eyeing.

Abdiel curls happily in her lap and begins affectionately shredding the hem of her dress. After a moment she nods slowly.

A small smile towards her as he leaned in a touch closer.

"My temper escaped me, and I apologize."

Okay. So what is he apologising for? Kissing her, or storming off afterwards?

Shelley scratches the kitten behind the ears as she thinks. The expression on her face may be a little dubious.

A long sigh as Ishamael laid back in the grass. His eyes still watching her face. He had to be careful here.

"Do you have something to say?"

...

What, does he expect her to apologise? For... something?

"No."

Abdiel purrs. Smugly.

Another quiet query.

"Are you still angry with me?"

"Yes."

Shelley has no idea why he would think she wouldn't be. Or even why he's bothered. He likes her to be miserable.

She strokes the cat sulkily, which purrs in utter bliss.

He rolled his eyes quietly. He qualified quickly.

"Moreso than your usual residual rage towards me?"

She shoots him a look.

"Does it matter?"

Impotent rage is a state of being, and most definitely isn't going away.

A raised eyebrow from Ishamael.

"Of course it does."

What a silly question.

"How, exactly?"

She looks back angrily. She can do absolutely nothing to hurt him - nothing that will make any difference - and he controls her ability to get home. It makes no difference whatsoever.

An indifferent shrug, before a piercing look. He knew his way around her mind.

"It changes a great deal of things. Surely, you do not think that I am not receptive to your moods?"

Shelley glares wordlessly.

She does not think, evidently.

A raised eyebrow, and a reproachful look.

"...Think what you will."

"I will."

Unless he decides to take that away from her as well. And she won't put it past him.

She looks down at the grass.

Oh, and how he likes her free will. Infuriating as it is. Thinking back to a book he read once, it must be how God felt. Leaning forward, he kissed her on the cheek gently.

"That is the way I prefer it, even misguided."

Shelley pulls back angrily.

"I told you not to touch me!"

She gets up crossly, lifting Abdiel with her.

A light laugh from Ishamael as he too rose to his feet.

"Now, do you want some breakfast?"

A glance down at the kitten.

"Or does he, for that matter?"

Shelley is about to say no, when he mentions Abdiel. Of course he needs feeding. Even if she's not, he always is. He's a baby.

"...Okay."

Nodding firmly, Ishamael gestured back towards the house across the sunlit gardens.

"I will see what the chefs can provide."

"Okay," she says again.

Nodding quietly, she follows, cradling the kitten almost defensively.

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