Parting Lovers
[Locked to those involved in the Soul Mates thread, and specifically for londo_mollari.]
Adira woke with a start on the couch of the rented room. Alexia had let her fall asleep despite demanding he not let her. She sighed heavily looking at the small clock. Londo was likely awake now. She didn’t want him to know she had come more because she didn’t want to walk away again but also the fear that she would stay. Staying was not an option not now. There were many performances in the coming weeks and it was the only chance she had to try and repair her status, to be something more then a whore.
She stood and quickly collected her few things from the room. “Perhaps there is still time before he comes looking.” She mused as she headed for the door. Vir would likely tell him that she was still on the station if anyone slipped and mentioned the other woman that had held a nearly eternal vigil over his unconscious form.
Hurrying down the hall she rushed through the Zocalo. It was not her chosen route but it was the faster of the two. She hesitated as she crossed, memories flooding back, the flower stand and the Dark Star. She struggled to hold back the tears it wasn’t far to the customs area and then to their meager ship where Alexia was no doubt waiting for her.
Hurrying round the corner to the departure area she froze with a gasp. Across the room from her he stood with Timov the other two already walking toward the exit. Jealousy surged through her veins as she watched him kiss Timov’s hand. What she would give to be in her place was unimaginable, anything, everything. Her breath seemed stuck.
Adira had only hours earlier feared that she would never see him again, never alive, that he had been lost to her forever. But now he stood there before her and she couldn’t decide what to do. Part of her wanted nothing more then to walk over and embrace him. To tell him how much she had hurt and prayed for him as he lay in medlab. The other half wanted to flee knowing if he asked her to stay her hearts would not allow her to refuse.
Glancing to the exit in a near panic she saw Alexia making his way toward her in the crowd. She needed to decide what to do. Her gaze turned back to Londo, her dearly loved Ambassador and she still remained paralyzed with indecision. Time was racing against her at any moment he could turn and see her and then what could she do?
In indecision she did nothing but stare at the man across the room with all the love eyes could ever express and wonder if she could truly walk on to that ship now or ever again.
Adira woke with a start on the couch of the rented room. Alexia had let her fall asleep despite demanding he not let her. She sighed heavily looking at the small clock. Londo was likely awake now. She didn’t want him to know she had come more because she didn’t want to walk away again but also the fear that she would stay. Staying was not an option not now. There were many performances in the coming weeks and it was the only chance she had to try and repair her status, to be something more then a whore.
She stood and quickly collected her few things from the room. “Perhaps there is still time before he comes looking.” She mused as she headed for the door. Vir would likely tell him that she was still on the station if anyone slipped and mentioned the other woman that had held a nearly eternal vigil over his unconscious form.
Hurrying down the hall she rushed through the Zocalo. It was not her chosen route but it was the faster of the two. She hesitated as she crossed, memories flooding back, the flower stand and the Dark Star. She struggled to hold back the tears it wasn’t far to the customs area and then to their meager ship where Alexia was no doubt waiting for her.
Hurrying round the corner to the departure area she froze with a gasp. Across the room from her he stood with Timov the other two already walking toward the exit. Jealousy surged through her veins as she watched him kiss Timov’s hand. What she would give to be in her place was unimaginable, anything, everything. Her breath seemed stuck.
Adira had only hours earlier feared that she would never see him again, never alive, that he had been lost to her forever. But now he stood there before her and she couldn’t decide what to do. Part of her wanted nothing more then to walk over and embrace him. To tell him how much she had hurt and prayed for him as he lay in medlab. The other half wanted to flee knowing if he asked her to stay her hearts would not allow her to refuse.
Glancing to the exit in a near panic she saw Alexia making his way toward her in the crowd. She needed to decide what to do. Her gaze turned back to Londo, her dearly loved Ambassador and she still remained paralyzed with indecision. Time was racing against her at any moment he could turn and see her and then what could she do?
In indecision she did nothing but stare at the man across the room with all the love eyes could ever express and wonder if she could truly walk on to that ship now or ever again.