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[shelley_winters]

It's raining.

Although that really doesn't do it justice, Shelley thinks wildly, running through the downpour, already soaking wet, and shivering in the wind. It had been warm this morning.

Bloody England.

She drops her keys twice as she fumbles to open the door before splashing inside, socks squishing in her shoes.

This is not a happy Shelley.

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[shelley_winters]

Shelley shrugs again.

"From other towns, or countries. Or going to other places, or to give speeches. That sort of thing."

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

Elan sipped his ice water, and paused after he made an affirmative reply. It was rather odd for her to be conversing with him so readily, often it was like using Compulsion on her to gain conversation.

"Ah."

[shelley_winters]

It is a product of Shelley's determination that he isn't going to rule her life, now he seems to have lost the Power. Terrified she might be, but she can get over that.

And eventually, he'll be nothing more than someone who stays around because he has nowhere else to go, and she can get on with life.

That's the hope.

Because if she can't stop reacting to him, it's just as if she was in the Second Age again, only here she has to pretend everything's fine.

She stares down into her glass, apparently forgetting the meal.