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26 November 2006 @ 05:46 pm
TM Challenge Dance  
Adira sipped her drink in the Fresh Air trying to hide her blush behind the drink.

“You are the most stunning woman in all the Republic.”

His words caused her to giggle and look away. She felt like a silly girl around him and it was welcome. She knew he treasured every blush that touched her cheeks despite the great difference in rank. She could see it in his eyes that every word was sincere. He leaned over and whispered to her.

“It should be a crime for such a lovely young lady to pass a night without a dance.”

He offered his hand and Adira looked up at him with a grin. Setting her drink aside she took his hand feeling more like a courtier then the slave she was. It was one of the many amazing things she saw in the Ambassador and after so many nights of dancing for him she was grateful for one chance to dance with him.

He whisked her off to the dance floor with the flourish he possessed only after a few glasses of brivari. She didn’t mind. It made him more charming if such a thing were possible. She clung to him knowing that tonight she would betray him. These were the last fond memories she would have of the man who was seeping into her hearts.

Adira could feel the lump inside and laid her head on his shoulder to hide the pain from his eyes. Only a moment passed before she felt his lips touch her forehead ever so gently.

“If only duties could be forgotten I would spend the rest of my life dancing with you.”

Adira bit her lip fighting back the tears. She didn’t know anymore if this was a ruse or something real. She didn’t even know if it mattered. He turned her chin up to look in her eyes and she watched his expression fade.

“What is it my dear?”

He had seen the sadness and perhaps the guilt. Words escaped her though some part of her wanted at that moment to tell him what was happening. She was good at hiding everything away.

“What if someone should see us dancing, Ambassador?” Adira let her sadness out in those words despite the emotions coming from a very different reason then he might expect.

“Bah!” He scoffed. “If they can not see the beauty in your eyes then they are hardly worth consideration, yes?”

Adira smiled unable to hold on to the sadness in his presence. He made the world, all the pain of her past fade into one moment of happiness. She kissed him gently and leaned closer resting her head back on his chest.

“I do not know.” She answered honestly. She didn’t know anything. Her eyes stopped on Commander Sinclair and the woman who was dancing with him. Sinclair smiled at her and she felt the happiness inside grow. If the rest of the world fell away in the hours to come this moment would still shine as a glimmer of hope in her dark world.

Crossposted to theatrical_muse
Current Location: The Fresh Air, Babylon 5
Current Mood: lovedloved
Current Music: "The Dance" - Garth Brooks
Na'Toth: munnatoth on November 27th, 2006 04:08 am (UTC)
Aww! It was always hard for me to look that moment when they had dinner and Adira should betray him this evening...
Adira Tyreeadira_tyree on November 27th, 2006 04:14 am (UTC)
The dinner is horrible to watch, seeing how happy they are together and knowing it is all about to be torn to shreds.
Na'Tothnatoth on November 27th, 2006 04:18 am (UTC)
I was heartbroken usually after Londo's words: "Adira, my dove?"
Adira Tyreeadira_tyree on November 27th, 2006 04:22 am (UTC)
It hits me at the moment when Trakis gives her the device and she looks so crushed. :(