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[shelley_winters]

Shelley doesn't move for a few minutes, the soft wind outside the windows roaring mutedly in her ears. Slowly, she pushes herself up on her elbow, dry-eyed and distracted. The blood soaking the front of her dress has cooled quickly, feeling sticky and horrible. The knife lies beside her, and with dizzying fascination she notes the faint line of red along the end of the blade.

The girl doesn't move again, cold and silent. More than anything, she feels sick.

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[medea-players.livejournal.com]

Vashti walked forward and opened the shower door and offered some garments and a fresh towel to Shelley. Keeping this house in peace was her duty, and Lady Shelley assuming hers made it easier.

"Then show that you do not need to be kept safe."

[shelley_winters]

Shelley wraps her arms around her knees and glares viciously to hide the unreasoning terror behind her eyes, trying not to cringe away, and mostly failing.

(Stand. I want to get a good look at you...

No. No!)

"T-turn around. Now."

[medea-players.livejournal.com]

And Vashti did turn around with a smile on her face. Her other arm still outstretched and holding the garments and the towel.

"As you wish, Mistress."

[shelley_winters]

Shelley can't take the towel for a moment, eyes shut and breathing unsteady.

(Do not make this difficult.)

She tugs it unsteadily from the woman's hand, wrapping it warmly around herself, and resting her forehead on her knees.

[medea-players.livejournal.com]

After Shelley took the garments, Vashti glanced towards the door as she shut the opaque shower door. Lord Ishamael would return soon enough, and Shelley was stable enough. She would monitor her via surveillance, if Shelley left the room. Opening the drawers, she quickly slid the several knives and stun weapons into her dress.

"Remember what I have said, Lady Shelley. If you no longer want to be treated like a child and a prisoner, then behave like the lady of the house."

The door slid open.

"I will return with tea and some food in a few minutes."

[shelley_winters]

Shelley bites back a hysterical retort, keeping her face buried in the towel.

She can take being patronised. It's better than the alternative, and Vashti is leaving.

Vaguely, she wonders what is stopping her from drowning herself. She might have no intention of doing so, but contemplating the woman's reaction is satisfying. This room contains no surveillance, then? Interesting to know.

Slowly, avoiding the cuts on her left arm, she dresses.