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Aug 11, 2008 11:46

Jaenelle is deeply distressed. She's locked herself in her study again, pacing back and forth, going over and over the events of last night and trying to decide what in Hell's name she should do. And she really has no idea. She wishes, fervently, that Saetan were here. He'd know what to do.

It grates on her that she's a healer, and she hurt someone ( Read more... )

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returntheticket August 11 2008, 19:36:37 UTC
Ivan doesn't know where she lives, and anyway he'd be poor comfort to anyone ... but if she should ever venture out to the library, she might see a man whom she really did heal--his legs crossed neatly, a book on his lap, his hair and beard trimmed.

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ebonyjaenelle72 August 11 2008, 19:37:37 UTC
She does, eventually, because maybe a book will be somewhat helpful. She still looks a mess, though she made some effort to straighten herself out.

"Ivan?" Hesitantly.

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returntheticket August 11 2008, 19:44:49 UTC
"You and only you may call me Vanya, Jaenelle Angelline," he says, with a small smile. He sees that she looks out of sorts, unhappy--but in his experience, distressed women will always voice whatever's distressing them if they're given enough time. Ivan stands and bows to her, offering the seat beside him.

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ebonyjaenelle72 August 11 2008, 19:47:44 UTC
She curtseys back, unsteadily, and goes to sit next to him. "Thank you," she murmurs, sitting down. "I'm glad I've done well by someone, at least."

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myrddin_wyllt August 11 2008, 23:54:46 UTC
Merlin is never really, really far, Jaenelle. Not when he feels you so miserable, so broken.

The bird is on his branch, pondering if you will allow him to comfort you.

No doubt, you already know he's there.

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ebonyjaenelle72 August 11 2008, 23:59:59 UTC
She didn't, actually, for a while, which is probably worrying. She's so closed up in her own self, looking at everything she's done wrong, that she didn't even see you there.

But she does, eventually, sense him. And tries to take a deep breath and calm herself. "I'll be fine, don't worry," quaveringly. Hahahaha right.

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myrddin_wyllt August 12 2008, 00:20:30 UTC
*Jaenelle....* that's a sad, sad voice. *Do not refuse your friends a chance to be there for you.*

The bird flies in through the window, if she allows, and lands on the table, in front of her.

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ebonyjaenelle72 August 12 2008, 00:27:37 UTC
Oh, she's not going to stop him.

She looks down. "It's not something anyone can help me with. It's my fault."

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