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Namün and Madjael
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Date Posted: 17:53:17 07/08/02 Mon
She looked around the room with interest, noting the well-covered windows and a loveseat covered with plush cushions designed to dump the two inhabitants as close together as possible. The candles over the fireplace and the discreet screen in the corner. No need to ask what this room was used for. Her slender black eyebrows arched gently.
"I don't suppose you're going to explain to me exactly what you're doing with a key to this place.
Never mind, I can guess."
"Actually it's not what it looks like." Madjael smirked slightly at the look on her face. It would have been quite comical if he had not been worrying about what he planned to say to her.
"It's a ladies room. Well," he corrected, "Used to be. They'd come in here, get changed, have a drink and then go out to the main bar. Later they may have brought people back here. I don't know. The other rooms are upstairs, but I'm free to do what I want Namün - you forget that."
The key, he thought to himself had been 'borrowed' out of Savinia's pocket-bag about 2 months ago. He studied Namün's face. She looked tired, obviously Mirwan had not exactly been sweetness and light towards her. But that's the way she was and, as far as Madjael could think, he couldn't see it changing.
"I haven't forgotten anything, Madjael. You're right, you can do whatever you want. But do you really want this?
The place made her skin crawl. No matter what else she nay have to do, she could never have borne to sell her body. How desperate must those girls out there have become, that they would be forced to take such an action? And the men who took advantage of their poverty...
Her tone made him angry. Sometimes Namün could say some of the stupidest things, regardless of what it might mean to someone. She always seemed to treat him like a child. Namün was luckier than she realised.
"Sometimes a person doesn't have a choice." he said softly, as if he didn't want her to hear. He had never been capable of making choices - all too often decisions where made for him leaving him with little clue as to what was right and expectable, and what wasn't.
"You think too much of yourself Namün, try looking at another person once in a while. Everyone has their story to tell. You don't give them a chance."
"Do you really think that of me?" she asked angrily. "You have no right no judge me on this, because you have no idea how close I came to this myself. You have no idea of anything at all. Maybe they didn't have a choice, but you do. No one forces you to pay for them, you do that on your own."
Her tone softened a little.
"But I won't judge you for that either. I know you, or used to at least. I'm sure you had your reasons."
"Great. Glad that's cleared up." he muttered sarcastically. This was not going well. Although they needed to talk, they were both skirting round the subject like he had earlier. She could at least tell me she doesn't love me and get it over with Madjael thought bitterly.
"I didn't mean it like that." she said quietly. "Look, I'm sorry, ok?
Madjael?" she added timidly when he didn't answer.
Giving a cry of frustration she fell backwards into the chair, studying the beams, the cracks on the ceiling, anything rather than continue looking at him.
"This is never going to work, is it? We can't even stop arguing long enough to talk properly.
Maybe I should just go. We're getting nowhere."
"I don't want you to go until you tell me whether or not I have to go and drown my sorrows for the 9 millionth time!" Madjael tried to keep his voice calm but it was verging near hysterical when it came out of his mouth. "I can't breath! I can't say what I want because I've spent so long shutting everyone out, especially you, that I can't get rid of it and it's...it's" he trailed off. He wasn't sure what it was to be honest. He licked his dry bottom lip and finished weakly. "It's not fair."
She opened her mouth to tell him that he was right, that she didn't love him, but the sight of his pure vulnerability stopped her. He was miserable enough already, why add to his torment. The sight of a Madjael who was anything but confident and in control threw her. Her lip first began to tremble, before she gave in to her feelings and buried her head in her arms, bursting into tears.
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