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Shelley could almost be put out, that V'Saine is so beautiful. No prison should be so lovely, she feels.

The perfection of the afternoon heightens it, the sights and scent of the rose garden. The only noise the delicate splashing of the fountain. The girl sits on the edge and gazes into gently rippling water, down past her reflection into the cool blue depths as the sun warms her shoulders.

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His movements were another soundless perfection. Only the gentle sound of the fountain as his pretty blue eyes took in the red rose which his delicate fingers held by the neck, right under the blossom. A light breeze slowly billowed his white robe.

No sounds. Just the quiet beauty of the garden.

Shelley hasn't seen him yet.

This is the only reason she is relaxed, for a moment, bright green eyes thoughtful rather than sharp and defensive or angry.

Staring into the manifold beauty of the rose, Elan Morin spoke in his light mellifluous voice. A delicate finger slid along the side of the petal. The beauty of the rose was not simply in its smell or sight, but also in its touch.

"Are you enjoying the garden, Lady Shelley?"

Shelley jumps.

Silently thankful that at least she hadn't fallen into the fountain, the girl turns to watch him warily over her shoulder.

"...It's very pretty."

A light chuckle as he turned his head to glance at her with those blue eyes of his. Such pretty blue eyes. His voice softer than usual.

"All too infrequently am I allowed to enjoy the pleasures of the garden."

"'Allowed'? It's your garden, Elan."

She shakes her head at him.

A sharper glance from Elan as he turns to face her. A smooth gesture from his hand as he raises an eyebrow.

"Given your tendency to spend a great deal of time here, and shoot me venomous looks when I am here as well, is it really?"

"I'm only here because you keep me."

Her gaze goes sullenly back to the depths of the pool.

The light noise of his white robe through the grass. Sitting near her on the rim of the fountain, he folded his delicate hands in his lap. A touch of curiosity to his light voice.

"Are you irritated that I do not spend sufficient time with you?"

"Hardly. If I never saw you ever again, it would be a joy to my heart."

Her tone is cold, and her eyes do not leave the water.

His voice soft as he stares at his hands.

"I know."

A silent chuckle.

"Are you irritated that I do not spend sufficient time with you?"

"No, Elan."

Her eyes remain stubbornly on the water, though her hands clench in irritation.

A slightly amused look on his face, a touch of a half-smile. His arms folded loosely.

"A simple curiosity. No need to get irate."

"Why not? It beats being calm and content all the time," she bites out.

Anger does feel good, a little at a time, in its way. It is a reminder she is still alive, still herself.

A tilt of the head. Still that amused grin.

"Then should I not be irate? Should I not let slip the reins of my control?"

"...You do from time to time, as I recall," she says detachedly, face still turned away from him so he can't see the fleeting terror in her eyes.

Elan studied his fingernails idly. His lips pursed as he picked at the cuticle. His voice level.

"Then I will not blame you for your own outbursts."

A smile.

"It is only fair."

Her expression twists a little - nothing about this is fair - but she says nothing.

Shelley only shrugs, watching ripples in the water as she drags her fingertips slowly through the surface.

A slight frown as he considers the shape of the cuticles on his left hand. Again, Elan spoke in a calm voice.

"Is something the matter, Lady Shelley?"

"Is there ever not?" she counters coolly.

Her hand trails through the water again with deliberate unconcern.

A calm shrug. Blue eyes turn and study her face. Such pretty eyes.

"Sometimes, you seem content enough..."

A slight splash before her hand trails smoothly again.

"Seeming isn't always true."

A light chuckle as Elan turned and dipped his own delicate hand in the water.

"You speak truly."

Shelley says nothing, possibly feeling her point is made.

Her eyes dart to his hand momentarily before looking back down. Always caution.

Elan pulled his hand from the fountain and flicked his wrist, sending water droplets at Shelley's face.

His face was calm and composed.