Only one Memory for the rest of eternity.
There was an evening, about 2 weeks after Londo and I met that I would never want to live or die without the memory of. We had spent the entire day together much to the annoyance of Commander Sinclair and Ambassador G’Kar who were trying to get Londo to attend the negotiations that he was blatantly avoiding.
It was not the day itself that is the memory but when we had finally went to bed. I did not sleep much at night because of my dancing schedule and Londo, of course was use to early morning meetings so it was often that I would be awake after he had fallen asleep. That particular night I was lying next to him and we were talking about the day and dinner. His voice was nearly a mumble because he was so tired and eventually I watched his eyes close.
He took my hand in his and pulled it to his chest covering it with the other and moved as close as possible with his cheek against my chest. I watched him fall asleep, he was peaceful and quiet like watching a young child sleep. He rarely ever had a moments peace while I was there; I found it soothing and comforting to see that he had sometime to relax. I soon found myself toying with the edge of his crest and singing softly. And as I watched him sleep, for the first time knew that I was looking at everything that I could ever desire. Sure I had thought or felt I might be falling in love before that moment but it was not the same. That one instant I realized that I had given my hearts, my body, my mind, my very soul to him, when I knew I was no longer falling but had fallen in love.
There is no feeling or words to describe that moment entirely. I only know, at that very moment, that instant while he slept; I had finally accepted or perhaps admitted to myself finally that I was in love.
That memory is more precious to me then any other. A moment before he knew of the deception I had been forced to commit, before I walked from the station separating us by nearly 90 light years, before we both had to endure the rumors and ill thoughts of others, that is what I would wish to carry with me forever.
Crossposted to theatrical_muse
It was not the day itself that is the memory but when we had finally went to bed. I did not sleep much at night because of my dancing schedule and Londo, of course was use to early morning meetings so it was often that I would be awake after he had fallen asleep. That particular night I was lying next to him and we were talking about the day and dinner. His voice was nearly a mumble because he was so tired and eventually I watched his eyes close.
He took my hand in his and pulled it to his chest covering it with the other and moved as close as possible with his cheek against my chest. I watched him fall asleep, he was peaceful and quiet like watching a young child sleep. He rarely ever had a moments peace while I was there; I found it soothing and comforting to see that he had sometime to relax. I soon found myself toying with the edge of his crest and singing softly. And as I watched him sleep, for the first time knew that I was looking at everything that I could ever desire. Sure I had thought or felt I might be falling in love before that moment but it was not the same. That one instant I realized that I had given my hearts, my body, my mind, my very soul to him, when I knew I was no longer falling but had fallen in love.
There is no feeling or words to describe that moment entirely. I only know, at that very moment, that instant while he slept; I had finally accepted or perhaps admitted to myself finally that I was in love.
That memory is more precious to me then any other. A moment before he knew of the deception I had been forced to commit, before I walked from the station separating us by nearly 90 light years, before we both had to endure the rumors and ill thoughts of others, that is what I would wish to carry with me forever.
Crossposted to theatrical_muse