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Jun. 28th, 2006 11:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shelley_wintersThe halls are cool after the heat of the island, for which Shelley is grateful as she keys her door open. The windows are closed, but the air in her bedroom is still fresh, and the girl sighs, sinking down onto her bed. What a horrible few days. No way to get away, just like when he-
No. She's not thinking about that anymore. And anyway, with the new arrangement, maybe he will send her back for a bit, soon. He has to, otherwise it's suspicious from the Bar end. Maybe longer this time. A week.
A week.
It's not fair.
Shelley covers her eyes with her hands, trying not to cry out loud. What can she do, challenge him to another board game that he will win, or wait for him to stop playing his game, whatever it is, or scream nonstop until he threads Compulsion through her mind again, no. No, no...
"My Lady?"
She looks up at Loira as the woman approaches, unable to stop crying. Her maid sits carefully down beside her, a worried frown creasing her forehead.
"Oh, Lady Shelley. I know you are finding it hard, but it will get better, I promise..."
"I don't want to get better! I don't- I don't want to like it, I won't!"
Soothing hands stroke her hair. No matter how often she cries and rages, Loira remains calm. In her less emotional moments, Shelley supposes that she has to. Ishamael is not a safe employer.
"I am sorry, my Lady."
And maybe she is. She doesn't understand, really, she can't. But she understands that Shelley is not happy, and sometimes it's enough to be comforting.
No. She's not thinking about that anymore. And anyway, with the new arrangement, maybe he will send her back for a bit, soon. He has to, otherwise it's suspicious from the Bar end. Maybe longer this time. A week.
A week.
It's not fair.
Shelley covers her eyes with her hands, trying not to cry out loud. What can she do, challenge him to another board game that he will win, or wait for him to stop playing his game, whatever it is, or scream nonstop until he threads Compulsion through her mind again, no. No, no...
"My Lady?"
She looks up at Loira as the woman approaches, unable to stop crying. Her maid sits carefully down beside her, a worried frown creasing her forehead.
"Oh, Lady Shelley. I know you are finding it hard, but it will get better, I promise..."
"I don't want to get better! I don't- I don't want to like it, I won't!"
Soothing hands stroke her hair. No matter how often she cries and rages, Loira remains calm. In her less emotional moments, Shelley supposes that she has to. Ishamael is not a safe employer.
"I am sorry, my Lady."
And maybe she is. She doesn't understand, really, she can't. But she understands that Shelley is not happy, and sometimes it's enough to be comforting.
