careful (Shelby)

[Lacey Moore]

Fitzy wouldn't like it that I'm here.
Hm. Strange thought, if true. It manages somehow to be simultaneously irritating - who is he to have opinions about where I do or do not go? - and sort of... softening. Sweet. Smile-inducing. Because... whether it's overprotective of him or not, it's kind of nice to know that he cares. That anyone cares. I've spent far too long with nobody, not even me, giving a fuck if I'm alive. So it's nice... not only to not be that way anymore, but also to have something to live for. A daughter and a... Fitzy. Whatever he is.

So it's not as though I'm being suicidal now, as I was when I first started coming here. No. Now, I am perfectly content.
But that doesn't mean I have to give up one of my favorite places, does it? And I can hardly be in more danger now than I was when I wandered absentmindedly down these streets for hours on end, never having a problem with letting people know that I'm a mudblood. No, not at all. Because now I'll be more careful. And Fitzy can just stuff it.

[Shelby Crescent]

"You should be going to St. Mungos... you're crazy. Why in Merlin's beard do you think it's safe to walk in Knockturn Alley? Whatever Shelby, do what you want."
"Shut up Rubalyn. I'm just taking a scroll, it's not like I'm deliberately going to kill someone unless you say otherwise." she snaps back to herself. If someone was around her, it was pretty obvious she had lost it completely.

Walking around a corner, she notices Lacey walking here as well today. Just the sight of her made Shell's blood boil. She lost Fitzy to her of all people. Hell, she wouldn't care if it was Kyra, Riyann, Riley... anyone but that whore. Deciding not to pick a fight and ignore her she continues to where she was walking which was the same area where she had tortured Logan a few days ago.

Shell sits down on the bench and looks around just closing her eyes as if that would make her invisible from Lacey's sight when she would walk by. If only thing would work in her life right now. Things would be a lot easier if she could just fade from the world invisible.

[[Sorry I haven't been on. ]]

[Lacey Moore]

((It's fine. ))

Part of being careful, of course, includes being hyper-alert to the presence of others without letting them know you're afraid. So there's a split second of what feels like electric shock when somebody new walks around the corner, followed by a disdainful but measuring look tempered with just the right amount of my crazy-girl routine. Hm. Just Shelby though, Fitzy's old girlfriend.

And that's kind of funny. I didn't think I was the sort to indulge in petty jealousies, but I have to admit that just thinking those words, "Fitzy's old girlfriend" is enough to irritate me, eyes flashing her direction even as I try to get a grip. So fucking what if she replaced me for a bit? If she held my daughter before I did, so smug and superior? She's not the one who lives there now, or actually heard Fitzy say 'I love you,' like I did the other day. I know she didn't, because I've known him for years and I knew damn well getting into this that he just doesn't know how to say things like that. That he can't. Or at least he couldn't until we'd been together nearly two months now. And even so it's only been the once.

But Shelby doesn't have that, and never did. So if anyone has reason to be a jealous bitch, it's her and not me. I can just be gracious and send my trademark smirking smile her direction as I pass by. I have a life to get back to, after all. No point in engaging in banter.