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A quivering green stem. A pale finger sliding around the thorns. Forefinger and thumb caressing the newly blossomed rose. Elan's wintergreen breath on its delicate petals-petals of crimson.
"Not a hero unless you die"
His white robe shone in the sunlight, belted lazily at the waist. His blue eyes studied the crimson bud with clinical intent. A pursing of the lips.

Shelley can see him in the water now.
(NO! No, I-I can't, I won't- stop, please stop...)
Between the soft morning light and the distortion of the pool, the white of his robe seem to shine. His image ripples but remains whole as her hand slowly trails through the water again.

He can hear fingers trickle through the water. His fair skin glinting in the morning sun. A tilt of his head as he continues to study the rose blossom. A brush of his finger across the petals. His voice soft and slightly curious.
Lost in my own world
Now I care for dead gardens
"Are you finding the gardens to your liking?"

"They are very beautiful."
(It hurts and it burns the blood, hot from her side and legs and cold from steel and she's)
Shelley lifts her head to gaze through the mist of the fountain at the garden beyond.
(screaming, screaming though there is no hope of mercy, not from him.)
"Peaceful."

Fingers trailing across the rose blossom, he stood up. Blue eyes glinting in the sunlight, he slowly walked over. White robe billowing in the light breeze, barefeet gently traced across the stone.
Silently the senses
Abandon all defenses
A tilt of his head as mist from the fountain collected on his cheek. His pretty features reflected in the water as if in a mirror.

Shelley watches him approach in the water.
(Take my hand)
When he stops nearby, her eyes slowly lift from the reflection to his face.

A tilt of the head. His pretty eyes scan her face. No sense of malice, just calm.
(Pain is not your lot anymore... Neither is fear.)
"Is something the matter, Dear One?"

Did something shatter?
(My hand in his- no I don't mean, let me take it back, NO!)
"I... I don't-"

(She had thought he would be cool to the touch. He is warm, so warm when she lift her head and kisses him softly it could almost feel like freedom.)

"Nothing, Elan." She smiles slightly, serene.

A touch of a smile. A pleasant tone to his voice.
Touch me
(A warm touch in return, a caress on her cheek. A kiss. Caring, loving, close.)
Trust me
"I apologize for rousing you from your thoughts then."

Shelley stands slowly, lightly shaking water droplets off her fingers.
(I hate you, I wish I could kill you or hurt you somehow- Oh, it hurts...)
"I'm not sure I was really thinking of anything," she says, smiling very slightly in return.

He glanced out over the water. Ripples spreading outward. His own face shimmering in the waves. A movement of his hand, the tip of his index finger brushing one of her knuckles.
(Shhhhh... Dear One.)
"Then forgive me for disturbing your repose."
(Let me carry you.)
(Hands fumbling for a brief moment before fingers interlock. Closeness, safety.)

"Forgiven, if it is really necessary," she says.
(Please, stop, let me go! Why won't you let me go?)
Everthing is forgiven, of course. Shelley smiles still as the breeze plays softly with strands of her hair.

(Hands in her hair, tangling, so gentle.)

Returning the smile, Elan sat down next to her. A calm look on his face as he glanced over the water. Silence hangs in the pleasant morning air.
(Is that really what you want?)
"It is a wonderful day..."

(A fair hand in red hair, and a light chuckle. A touch of a grin as he rested his forehead against hers. A light in his blue eyes as hair-red and black-fell around their fair features.)

Shelley nods, feeling the warmth of the unseen sun on her face, though it is still early.
(Please, please, let go! I want to go home.)
"It will be hot later on," she remarks.

Elan glanced up at the sky. A few white clouds straying across a field of blue.
(This is home.)
"The climate controller keeps the inside pleasant, and the presence of the water can make the outdoors tolerable."

Shelley glances back down at the pool, and idly dangles the tip of one foot in the water, enjoying the coolness between her toes.
(Pain again, burning oh no, please... Not my home, home will never be with you- No!)
"Mmm. It does, rather."

(A shiver- afraid maybe, or nervous. Hands holding, pulling close- stay. Please.)

Elan quietly studies her reflection in the water. A tilt of his head and a small smile on his face.
(It is inevitable. You bring this upon yourself.)
With a quick motion, he swept his body forward. A flick of his index and middle fingers sent a flash of water at Shelley.

(An unseen grin as arms wrapped around her. Warmth- a wanted embrace. As you wish, Dear One)

A gasp of shock as water that feels cold in the warm air splashes across her face and one arm, drops rolling down her neck.
(Can't talk back, screaming too hard and bleeding, life draining down over her skin)
"Elan! I cannot believe you just-"
(Bleeding for you what more can you want?)
Shelley attempts to flick water back with the foot she had been dangling in the pool.

(Wanted and warm and... safe... with him? Elan-)

The water splashed on him. His face became serious and dour. His lips tightened as he leaned in close to her.
(You.)
He raised his hand to her face, and a grin broke on his face before he flicked his fingers at her. A spray of water droplets and mist.

(A Kiss on the Lips. So very gentle. Loving)

She looks back at him coolly, able to hide the faintest twist of fear by now. Shelley blinks as water dampens her face further. And makes an attempt at dignity.
(No! No, y-you can't make me yours by hurting, I won't be yours-)
"And how old are you?" Ruefully she removes her glasses to attempt to dry them. She can still see him clearly.

(A soft sound. Moving hesitantly closer.)

A small laugh and a smile on his pretty face.
(You already are mine.)
"Is that really the question you want to ask?"

(A questioning look. A gentle touch. Every touch must be wanted.)

A shrug as she sets her glasses down to dry properly in the sun.
(I'd never choose you. Oh- please stop... please...)
"Perhaps not. Why are you splashing me?" she asks instead.

(A quiet intake of breath. A tentative nod. Yes.)

A tilt of the head. A look of slight curiosity.
(You have already chosen!)
"If you do not wish to be splashed, then certainly I will not."

(Delicate hands working at cloth. Such fair skin. As you wish, Dear One.)

Shelley glances down at her damp robe, and wipes a few stray drops away from one cheek.
(Crying now and hurting, hurting so much still, why if I'm yours I can't stop you if you try to take me)
"...Never mind."

Elan watched her for a moment. A slight touch of a smile on his pretty face.
(A delicate hand, crimson with her blood, caresses her cheek)
A flick of his delicate hand sends droplets towards Shelley. A shining stream glinting into the sunlight.

Shelley was half expecting that, and tries to duck.
(Eyes closed, tears underneath, resignation. Waiting.)
She can't stop herself laughing helplessly as she falls off the fountain's edge to the soft grass.

(Cool air on bare skin.)

Elan is standing over her. Barefeet on cool grass, as his white robe billows in the wind. A touch of a smile.
(A cold laugh. It takes so very long. He waits and waits.)
"Are you all right, Dear One?"

(Warm kisses on cool flesh.)

Shelley looks up at him from the floor.
(Shelley can't remember how long it has hurt. Curled up, ignoring the pain that causes, she weeps in silence.)
"I wouldn't laugh if I were not."

(Hands, slow and gentle, tracing patterns softly, no hurry.)

Elan brushed the side of her face with a hand as he knelt down beside her.
(His touch. His laugh. So cruel. He is right there. Always. Blood everywhere. Her blood.)
"I am glad for it then."

"That your unwarranted attack caused no lasting harm?" she asks with some sternness.
(Leave me alone. Please. I-I can't see I can't think or hear anymore I can't take it-)
It isn't as effective as it could have been when she catches his fingers lightly in hers.

His fingers caress hers gently. Fair skin on fair skin with the gleam of water. A slight smile.
(A ferocious whispered breath, No escape. It is inevitable!)
"It was a pre-emptive strike that evidently failed to prevent my captivity."

(Soft sheets clenched tightly, desperately, in a fumbling hand.)

"Yes, Elan. You are helpless and in my power."
(No. No, no I can't feel it I can't it's fading, the pain, if I die let me, please...)
A raised eyebrow, expression softened slightly by the brush of his fingertips on her hand.

(The trembling is less now. She tilts her head up to kiss him again, lingering.)

He nodded with a look of fear and awe mimicked on his pretty features.
(You will not die, not now, not ever... His breath hissed in her ear.)
"Indeed, I am, Dear One."

His hand still holding hers. The soft grass and the sunlight around them.

(A grin as he kisses her. Leaning forward, he curses softly under his breath. Turning his body, he attempts to untangle himself from the sheets)

Shelley blinks up. It is the oddest expression she has ever seen him wear.
(Not even that allowed her. So tired... of the hurt and screaming and the fear- oh, the fear...)
"I shall have to release you," she tells him. "So I can get up." She lets go of his hand and raises herself on one elbow.

(A small, quiet laugh, just a little nervous as she tugs to help him extricate himself)

A tilt of his head. His delicate hand trails idly through the soft grass.
(His blue eyes glint and his smirk is sick and twisted. He just laughs.)
"Would you desire aid in rising, my lady?"

(With an intense look, the sheets pull back seemingly of their own volition. Elan laughs, shakes his head, and then returns his attentions to Shelley.)

"I am not quite that pathetic," she says dryly, getting to her feet.
(She breathes, slow and ragged, too exhausted to cry any more, too tired to fight.)
She does extend a hand to him, however, in case he needs help.

He looked at her hand, blue eyes glinting through dark hair. With a quick rush forward, he swept Shelley off her feet. One arm under her knees, the other on her back. His white robe against her thin black one.
(But it does not have to end like this...)
"I believe that the tables have been turned, Dear One."

(A more insistent touch. Pressure as his hand slides down her lithe body.)

An indignant gasp as she is lifted easily into his arms. She kicks her feet halfheartedly.
(I want it to stop. Please. Make it stop.)
"Yes indeed. Woe is me. I am a damsel in distress. Help!"

(A shudder, breath catching at the touch.)

Elan calmly glanced around, studying the garden. His brow furrowed slightly. A touch of a smile on his pretty face.
(A delicate touch trailing blood-her blood- across her cheek Only two ways out, Darling.)
"Unfortunately, there seems to be a notable lack of knights in shining armor to rescue the damsel from the clutches of the evil wizard."

(White curtains billowing in the moonlight. The cool breeze cannot touch them.)

Shelley looks up at him.
(No response but a shiver. Pain and cold and fear and anguish. It's so much blood...)
"Mmm, quite. Woe. Are you going to put me down at any point, or should I get comfortable?"

A light chuckle as he slowly walked with Shelley in his arms. Barefeet sifting through the soft grass. He stops on the stones of the fountain.
(An angry snarl, flecks of black in his eyes.)
"You may do as you see fit, and I will do as I see fit."
(His hand around her throat. Tight. No air. Crimson to crimson. Her blood on his hand and dripping from her throat.)
With the sunlight's shine in those eyes so blue, he kissed her. Quick and passionate, and a grin as pulled his mouth away from her.
(A bitter laugh as her breath drew fast-desperate. It will do you no good. Cry as you will. I will do as I see fit!)
(Moonlight. A flash of teeth so white and skin so fair. Wintergreen breath hissed across her left breast. Crimson to crimson. A chuckle as her back arched and her breath drew fast.)

Shelley laughs lightly, warmly, hand resting loosely on his shoulder.
(She is already crying, helpless, strangling as heavy blackness presses down over her vision. A tiny shake of the head- No, I... don't want to die)
"Evidently you will."

(Her lower lip caught between her teeth to hold back a cry)

He gave her an amused grin. The mist from the fountain washing his face. Rivulets, like tears, flowed down his face.
(He laughed coldly as he wiped a tear from her face.)
With a chuckle, Elan delicately tossed her into the fountain's cool waters.
(You have chosen, then. Chosen me.)
(A tangle of sheets. The smell of sex heavy in the night air. Her arms wrapped tightly around him. Safety, security, comfort. A satisfied grin as his arms draped over her.)

NO!
The water is cool and confusing, thoughts skittering away as images blur in the water. But with that lack of clarity comes her own mind's control. Fighting, horrified, against unyeilding water- sheets.
No I didn't, never would not that, never let him touch me, get out I don't want you here, please I got away
Pulling herself up, Shelley near-falls out of bed, staggering to her feet as she runs for the light. As brightness floods the comforting emptiness of her room, she loses any and all strength and sinks to the floor against the wall, shuddering convulsively.
I hate you, have you so much hate how dare you be in my mind
"No-no, get out, get out of my head."
I'm so tired. Help me, please.
Shaking and crying, she curls in and covers her face.