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[heavenfell]

[Everyone loves broadcasts that open with a scream. Hurried, breathless words follow for keen listeners:

"You're safe. Stop arguing with me. We will make our way back in time."

A light is turned on and Alexiel, clothed only in her long, dark curls can be seen standing by a door.

"I will take you out into the morning air."

She reaches for the doorknob, but she pauses, frozen halfway there.

"I am not a harlot."

Even though she defends her state of undress, Alexiel turns to the closet, opening it. Dressing takes next to no time and she finally reaches for her communicator.]

You really are a naughty boy.

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[heavenfell]

[She doesn't know what she is doing! There hasn't been time for courting or...asking for what she wants. All she can do is state where she stands - no matter how frustrated she is with him - and...

Then what? Therein lies the problem.]

Sweet? [How? She can smile - more so than ever before - but she doesn't know if she has ever looked sweet.]

I assure you...

He would be asleep. [Sisters are supposed to gently knock out their brothers, right?] Or would you rather he bring everything down around our ears?

[neverbeentogeorgia]

I wonder just how asleep he is if he can give you such unpleasant dreams in the first place. [ That is how this all came to start tonight in the first place, after all; he hasn't forgotten. He gives a careless sort of shrug; though. If she wants to write off the possibility that he is more aware than she realizes, that's (probably) not any of his business. ] I suppose as long as they're nothing more than night terrors, though, then it's up to you whether or not we pay it any mind. ... Or was it that you were more horrified at the prospect of having to give a man a look that heats him up, rather than chilling him to the bone? [ He always was just too perceptive for anyone's comfort. ]

[heavenfell]

Those... [She closes her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath.] I have fuel enough to make my own nightmares. I speak to him and I get a sense of what he feels, but he isn't -

It's like speaking to a dream. [All he is to her is light. Yes, they share a body, but the control is hers.]

How many sought to take advantage of me? How many sought to own me and possess me? The idea disturbs me...

[She lifts a shoulder, frowning.]

Unless the look is for you.

[neverbeentogeorgia]

[ His face resumes a more neutral cast, and his posture--doesn't stiffen, exactly, but it rights itself to something more formal, as does his speech. ]

Creatures with wings are not meant for cages. No matter what piece of yourself you may choose to give to me, so long as you deem it so, I will not close turn the key to lock you in. If I should become a creature so twisted by jealousy or greed, I would ask you destroy me, first.

[ He put out the butt of his cigarette against the wood of the desk he's sitting at. ]

[heavenfell]

[There is the flash of a small smile - there and gone - before she gazes at him calmly.]

A creature, am I? Well, in deference to my wild nature, I appreciate the sacrifice you are willing to make. I think, as long as you are yourself, I have nothing to fear.

[She turns to look at the residential building, one hand on her hip.]

I wouldn't let you remain in pain. I don't believe in torture.

[neverbeentogeorgia]

[ Said with an accompanying nonchalant shrug. ]

We're all creatures, natural, mortal, or otherwise. There will always be pain, so long as we're alive. You don't need to take it upon yourself to try to alleviate it all.

[ There's a brief pause, and it's not like you could really easily tell whether or not he's debating the wisdom of continuing (but he is). ]

If you're really serious about it, though...

[heavenfell]

If I wasn't serious, I would not have offered.

[Her expression is quite flat. If he insists on dragging his feet and being a grump, she can go on a walk by herself.]