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The house is quiet.
Uncomfortably, oppressively quiet, in fact, but as Shelley sternly reminds herself, still better than it had been with Elan... staring over her shoulder in that way he has where he's not actually doing anything but is still making his presence unbearable. She's sitting in the kitchen, where she had been when he left, staring at ( Read more... ) -
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Shelley dries her hands on the tea towel after doing the washing up, then heads into the living room with a sigh. She has, she hates to admit, been putting this off all day.
She'd thought to tell him over dinner, but then all she could think about was the very many sharp knives they were surrounded with. No. Maybe later.
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Two weeks ago
Shelley hesitates, yet again. It has taken her half an hour just to make herself dial, and now she dithers before hastily stabbing at the last digit, and holding the phone up to her ear ( Read more... ) -
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It's the ache that wakes Shelley up, a few hours before she would otherwise have woken naturally. It isn't really that bad, she judges, sitting up slowly, but definitely unexpected, and nagging, like a dehydration headache. But... no. Yesterday Elan was treating her like an invalid, just as if she couldn't take care of herself... Which... she ( Read more... ) -
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It's Earth.
A bright day, as warm as English Spring ever gets, and Shelley is sitting under a tree, reading a book.
She has no idea what book, but she likes it. It would be better if those goblins would stop lurking, like she can't see them, they're right there, she isn't blind!
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It was hard to concentrate, once she got to work - and she'd only got there on time by getting ready mechanically; teeth, shower, clothes, breakfast - and she didn't even have much in her inbox to look at. One set of figures didn't seem to make sense for almost twenty minutes before she noticed she'd misread the email they came with, and bit her ( Read more... ) -
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Sleep had been a vague relief, when it came.
(I love you)
Shelley had mostly hidden under piles of blankets, curled up and resolutely pretending to be asleep at the sound of Elan's footsteps when he came upstairs. But he walks on past, and the almost pleasant buzzing makes her sleepy enough to slip off quickly.
(Shelley, Shelley, Shelley)If only ( Read more... )