Aragorn hadn't seen Lisbeth around much, but he didn't really go looking for people. He recalled her from when she first arrived though, in shackles and looking for all the world like she was raised by Orcs. He had come to know her as a reasonably nice person, if a bit reserved. That was something that he understood though.
So when he saw her accidentally dump the bag and move to pick it up, he didn't immediately bend down to help her pick the items up. While it would have been polite, he wasn't sure it would have necessarily been appreciated.
"Don't call me that," Lisbeth snapped, and she started shoving the items roughly back into the rucksack. "Don't touch that one either unless you want to feel a hell of a lot worse than you ever have before."
She was both pale and in possession of flaming red cheeks.
"I promise Lisbeth, I have no intention of violating your privacy," Aragorn reassured her. He had no doubt that her threat wasn't anything idle, but he wasn't going to take it personally.
"I meant that if you're not careful, this shit will hurt you." Lisbeth was still furious with everything for aligning in this fashion. The needle, the taser, it all promised to give him something to remember. "Just don't touch it."
She made an effort to be more careful. It could probably still be salvaged, most of it.
Normal people would offer help. Here, let met get that for you, or do you need any help gathering your things.
Snape was not that sort of man.
Instead, when some of the bits and bobs from the woman's bag landed at his feet, he merely grunted, shoving it back towards her with the toe of his boot.
Far be it for him to actually lean over and pick it up, of course.
"Don't touch my fucking things," Lisbeth snarled at him. She began grabbing at things, the duct tape and the DVD. What would she do with the DVD? She couldn't destroy it, for if Bjurman ever showed his disgusting face here, she'd need him locked up or dead.
It wouldn't bother her to kill him. That shit ran in the family.
"Don't make me hit your fucking face," Lisbeth told him, though that at least gave her some happiness. She was tempted to taze him, and see how well he liked it.
That she didn't do it, she blamed on some stupid journalist giving her some semblance of feelings.
Of course, he reached for the very last item that she wanted him to see. Lisbeth would have been happy to throw the fucking DVD into the ocean just then. "Don't fucking touch that," she said, trying to modulate her voice away from panic to simple irritation.
"Any of it," she clarified, her cheeks burning. "Some of it is dangerous."
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he knew they were a mistake. She could've read it clearly on his face. Irritation shifting to slack-jawed realization and then a wince of remorse and probably a little fear.
"It isn't just a DVD," she said sharply, grabbing it and shoving it into the bag. "It's every reason you should stand up, turn around, and walk away from me before I permanently fuck up your life by just being in it." Her eyes were black and wounded when they met his and she quickly looked down again.
"You shouldn't help. Look at it all more carefully. Duct tape. Tazer. Camera. This should be setting off some kind of alarm in your brain."
Layla paused in the hallway, looking into the rec room where a young woman was bent over a spilled bag, moving with frantic precision. Something small had skittered slightly farther away than everything else, and Layla walked quietly into the room, kneeling and lifting up what appeared, upon closer examination, to be a tattoo ink cartridge. She held it out at arm's length to the other woman.
She didn't say anything yet. She was ninety percent sure that a similar look had been on her own face more than once since showing up on the island. The knowledge of that feeling was something she didn't like carrying, and it was mirrored in her own eyes, now.
"Fuck," Lisbeth expelled on an irritated, half-panicked breath. "Fuck, that's mine." She took the cartridge and shoved it into the rucksack, though not without some small bit of care. It could be useful later in trade or something.
"I'd guessed," Layla said simply, dropping her hand, and crossing her arms over her knees, staying crouched.
"Something rattle you?" she asked, willing to put money on it being either the sudden appearance of all the items in front of her or something from the bookshelf that would prompt her to actually drop them.
"All of this shit rattled me," Lisbeth said, biting off the words. This island and its warmth and how friendly the people were-- in her shock she wanted to speak instead of go numb. That was a problem.
"What does this place do to people who come here, who need to be put away?"
Comments 55
So when he saw her accidentally dump the bag and move to pick it up, he didn't immediately bend down to help her pick the items up. While it would have been polite, he wasn't sure it would have necessarily been appreciated.
"Lady Lisbeth?"
Reply
She was both pale and in possession of flaming red cheeks.
"Just don't touch anything."
Reply
"Is there anything I can do to help though?"
Reply
She made an effort to be more careful. It could probably still be salvaged, most of it.
Reply
Snape was not that sort of man.
Instead, when some of the bits and bobs from the woman's bag landed at his feet, he merely grunted, shoving it back towards her with the toe of his boot.
Far be it for him to actually lean over and pick it up, of course.
Reply
It wouldn't bother her to kill him. That shit ran in the family.
"Especially don't touch that one."
Reply
"Then don't spill your fucking things all over the floor," he said lazily.
The impulse to reach down and actually touch some of her things was strong, but oh so much effort.
Instead, he just leaned back in his chair and folded his hands across his lap.
Reply
That she didn't do it, she blamed on some stupid journalist giving her some semblance of feelings.
Reply
"Relax, I got it."
Reply
"Any of it," she clarified, her cheeks burning. "Some of it is dangerous."
Reply
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he knew they were a mistake. She could've read it clearly on his face. Irritation shifting to slack-jawed realization and then a wince of remorse and probably a little fear.
He liked her, a lot, but she was scary as hell.
"You can let me help."
Reply
"You shouldn't help. Look at it all more carefully. Duct tape. Tazer. Camera. This should be setting off some kind of alarm in your brain."
Reply
She didn't say anything yet. She was ninety percent sure that a similar look had been on her own face more than once since showing up on the island. The knowledge of that feeling was something she didn't like carrying, and it was mirrored in her own eyes, now.
Reply
The little video camera was still there too.
Her heart pounded with possibility.
Reply
"Something rattle you?" she asked, willing to put money on it being either the sudden appearance of all the items in front of her or something from the bookshelf that would prompt her to actually drop them.
Reply
"What does this place do to people who come here, who need to be put away?"
Reply
Leave a comment