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[shelley_winters]

[OOC: Directly after this demonstration of Ishamael's power.]

The silence is almost shocking as they vanish from the centre of the storm. The air against her soaking, icy cold skin feels so warm, and she can tell from the slight impact as he steps that they are on solid ground now. Light makes her screw up her eyes, but oh, it's a relief.

Her hands release their tight grip on his robe, and she slides her arms from around his neck pointedly. She won't play. He's mad, and he could hurt her on a whim, and will - she should get out of here.

"P-put me down, please."

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[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

Setting her down gently, he commented coldly. He was hoping, though somewhat against expectations, that it would go better. He kept a hand on her shoulder to stabilize her. The sound of water dripping to the floor from both of them. His white robe was completely soaked, and Ishamael was definitely feeling the need to change.

"As you like."