A/N- Okay, this is a very short, very sappy piece of fluff. Written because I was listening to Pippin's song from LOTR-Return of the King. Ami's song is to this melody, though the words are my own. Please enjoy my romantic delusions!
Disclaimer: If I owned Sailor Moon things would've gone differently. As it stands, I have no say. ...this makes me sad.
The garden was quiet, enfolded by the night. Mist lay heavy in the air, thick and sweet. The lady breathed in, savoring that sweetness in the back of her throat. She sighed as she gazed upwards, the moon a softly blurred orb of pale light. Her dress of soft silk clung to her curves, the rich twilight blue of it making her a wraith in the darkness. She raised one slender hand to the necklace that rested against the creamy column of her throat, the sapphire glinting slightly. A gift, left without a note or any way of identifying who had given it. The stone matched her eyes and hair exactly, it's quality the highest available, and the delicate chain of white gold complemented her milky skin. She wondered who would go to such pains to find such a wondrous thing, yet be unwilling to acknowledge it. This was not the first gift she had received like this, and she was beginning to think that the giver would never step forward. She sighed again, and sank gracefully to the edge of one of the benches scattered throughout the garden.
She glanced about briefly, but as she saw no-one, she relaxed. The night was hers, for the moment, and she was grateful. Here was where she could indulge in her secret passion, in this secluded glade. Tonight especially she wanted that release. As she let her head fall back, her indigo locks swept back from her face, she never saw the extra shadow in the lee of the oak tree near the entrance to her glade. Never heard the sharp intake of breath when she let her throat swell with song, the sheer beauty of her voice striking the heart of her watching phantom. She was lost, entranced as she wove a melody out of the air. Her voice trembled as she sang, the words flowing from her in a cascade of pure emotion.
I dream of you in moonlight fair
And though I know you are not there
I see you and I hold you tight
Until the dawn of morning's light
Fleeting shadow, a silent shade
Still you fade
Forever fade
The shade by the tree nearly stepped forward, and caught himself in the instant before he revealed himself. He watched as she dropped her eyes, the moonlight robbing them of the vivid color he knew too well. Watched as her hand strayed once more to the pendant that glittered at her collarbone. He'd known as soon as he'd seen it that it had to be hers. There was something about the sapphire, the way it sparkled with hidden depths, that reminded him of her eyes when she laughed. He had found many treasures for her; none of them seemed enough. As she rose and moved to return to her quarters he ghosted further into the darkness, breathed in her scent as she passed him, nearly close enough to touch. His gaze lingered on her face, drank in the sight of her.
She paused, as if sensing something, and he retreated even further, unwilling to have her peace disturbed by an unworthy such as himself. She hesitated, then left, leaving a tantalizing whisper of her presence with the scent of peony. He let his eyes follow her until she disappeared from sight, swallowed by the mist. Someday, Zoisite swore to himself, I will tell her how I feel. My lovely, lonely princess. I'll finally tell you how much I love you, Ami. Someday.