[100 prompts - Drink]
060.Drink
Fandom: The Shadow
Characters: Myra Reldon
Word Count: 325
Rating: G
Summary: Myra reflects on recent events.
Author's Notes: Just a little post-RP reflection.
Myra hazarded a glance over to where The Shadow had stood before dropping the paper from her hand. She pressed the heels of her palms into her eyes and gave a frustrated sigh. That was not what she had intended to talk to him about, but it had been bothering her since Khan shot him. In her mind it went over about as well as the time Zarathos had bashed in her door.
With a groan she flipped all the pages upright and piled them onto a corner of the table before walking over to the tea kettle. There was still enough tea in it for another cup, but she didn’t touch it. She found herself simply staring down into the dark, mirror surface, the face of Helen looking back.
There was no reason she was going to apologize for speaking her mind, and while it had lifted a certain weight, she felt bothered by the way she’d gone about it. She had been outright rude to a man she held in the highest respect. She gave an uncertain laugh as she wondered what Harry’s reaction would have been if he’d witnessed the sharp exchange.
He had accused her of doubting his judgment. His word was law, as much to her as it was for any agent who had done nothing short of selling their soul to his service. Myra covered the kettle and started to repackage the tea cake. She’d sold her soul twice then, if that’s the analogy she was going to use. She had no idea how or if it was possible, but somehow, she had. Because of another Shadow - because of Khan who hadn’t truly been Khan - she’d agreed to it.
The academy never covered this… She smiled wryly as she put the tea cake away. She looked back at the microwave that sat on the other edge of the counter and shook her head. The academy didn’t cover that either.