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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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[shelley_winters]

Not really, from where she's standing. She swallows, and doesn't meet his eyes.

"N-not for me. So, I'd like to be sure."

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

A long sigh as he stepped close to her. One hand on her waist as the other slid up her neck to her face. The tip of his thumb stroked the soft flesh under her jaw. A cool whisper as he brought his face close to hers.

"A lot has changed since then. You do not need to worry as one of the things that has changed is how I feel about you."

A gentle kiss at the corner of her mouth.

[shelley_winters]

Shelley turns her face, and pulls back, cursing her pale skin inwardly. She can't help the colour rising. How he feels. As if he has real feelings, other than rage, and hate.

"Stop it."

She turns further around, facing away, which makes it easier.

"But if you can learn the game, I'll play."

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

A small, triumphant smile at both the colour and her words. He would win.

"Lady Shelley, Then we will play."

Even after events earlier had gone badly, there was a kind of satisfaction in this.