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[always_a_liar]

It was simply that kind of afternoon. Shelley had gotten home, but no one had started cooking for dinner. Shelley avoiding him as usual, Elan sat reading on the couch. This was hardly out of the ordinary, but it was a little dull. Only time, he supposed would lend him the aid necessary, though time was not exactly on his side either... No matter he

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[woven_threads]

Fallon frowns on the other end, before grinning. Well, you learn something new every day...

"Nice to meet you. So, how do you know Shelley?"

[always_a_liar]

Pausing for a moment, Elan thought and then smiled.

"We have lived together on occasion."

A pause.

"And what is your name, my lady?"

[woven_threads]

"Fallon," she says, grinning gleefully to herself and wondering if Amy knew about this.

"I'm a friend of Shelley's, I was calling to ask her if she wanted to come to mine at the weekend. Guests welcome!"

[always_a_liar]

Elan commented pleasantly in his mellifluous voice.

"A pleasure making your acquaintance, Lady Fallon."

Pausing for a moment, he glanced upstairs.

"I believe that Lady Shelley is not otherwise occupied if you would like to speak with her, if not I can simply pass along the message. I presume she would know how to contact you."

[woven_threads]

Lady Fallon. And Lady Shelley. This one is either really weird... although he doesn't sound English, so maybe it's just that. Still!

"Oh, if Shelley's there, I'll say hi."

And scream at her for keeping this Elan Morin a secret.

[shelley_winters]

Shelley is in fact there, coming down the stairs in puzzlement at only hearing one ring.
To rule them all.
"Was there a-"

And when she sees Elan holding the phone her eyes widen and she darts forward with remarkable speed.

[always_a_liar]

Elan smiled and proffered the phone, which Shelley snatched out of his hand. He spoke softly to her.

"A Lady Fallon is on the communicator, and wishes to speak with you."

Taking his book, he rose from his seat and began to walk up the stairs.

"Given that you will probably desire privacy, I will be in the study if you have need of me."

[shelley_winters]

Shelley glares at him ferociously while turning the handset up the right way.

Bastard! Oh dear.

"F-Fallon?"

[woven_threads]

Fallon grinned and commented a touch coyly.

"Hi, Shelley."

Her voice jumped approximately an octave as, unable to restrain herself further, Fallon prepared to pump Shelley for information about this new boy. She was a spy! She did this for a living!

"Why didn't you tell me about this Elan Morin?!"

[shelley_winters]

"What good would that do?" Shelley asks, a trifle sourly. God, she'd done so well at keeping them away from him, and...

"What's he been telling you?"

[woven_threads]

That was... odd. Maybe she was embarassed about him. He did seem weird with all that "Lady this" and "Lady that" business. She could see how it would be charming, though.

"Oh, just that you two have lived together on occasion. Now, c'mon, spill it! I want to know juicy details!"

[shelley_winters]

"There are none!" says Shelley sharply, trying to ignore the twisting feeling in her stomach at the thought. No, no thought.

"He just needs a place to stay. Why did you call?"

[woven_threads]

Yeah, like Fallon was buying that, especially given that vehement denial, but whatever Shelley wanted to think.

"I just wanted to invite you to my place this weekend. Bring Elan too."

[shelley_winters]

"I can't," says Shelley immediately.

"Got lots of work still. Too much to do anything, really."

[woven_threads]

Great excuse, Shelley. Fallon knew what Shelley was up to. Nope, no fooling Fallon, but if Shelley wanted her privacy, then whatever...

"Well, that's a bummer. I guess I'll talk with you later then."

[shelley_winters]

"Sorry. See you next week."

She puts the phone down, unaccountably miserable.

Or no, not unaccountably. Is she going to become a recluse, just because she's so afraid of him? Nothing really changes, she supposes, rubbing tiredly at her eyes.