Decadence 3/??
By R-chan (Reveena)
The spacious office had long since been sheltered in velvet darkness. Empty hours had passed from when the sun had fallen in the night's embrace and the midnight hours came. The moon shown brightly in all its mystique and lore, whispering the soft spoken promises of countless oaths of devotion and passion. A gentle wind glided in from the shore and along streets of La Rochelle. It was a night for lovers.
Relena stared at the documents before her, the primly typed words looking back at her like a tangle of foreign speech. The words refused to focus in her uncorporating mind. Every time she closed her eyes there'd she be. Impossible golden hair and mocking eyes of light violet. Her voice chimed in her head like a bitter sweet symphony that just wouldn't stop.
She didn't want to admit it. The yearn to go on pretending it wasn't true was like a burning pain in her chest that grew with each measure of Dorothy's reminiscent voice. She'd lied to Trowa and he'd been right. She had loved Dorothy.
Have you ever truly listened to them Relena? Symphonies are like souls crying out. Intense and beautiful at the same time. Moving from angst to rapture, then coming together somewhere in the middle matching eachother with so much energy....Do you suppose His Excellency would have adored battles so much if he'd known of how wonderful a symphony could be if he listened?
She'd never listened. Relena drew a shaky breath in to starved lungs. Why hadn't she loved enough to listen? Why hadn't she heard it in her voice? How could she have missed the meaning behind the misleading eyes and the silence had raged between them over the past two years? She'd turned away from the unspoken words in their game. She'd let them fester and grow into a tangled web of emotion where sarcasm and the raw truth of so many lies became too blurred to sort out anymore.
Did Quatre hear you're music Dorothy? Was he able to find the emotion in those songs, the ones you used to fill the place in you're heart where war had been you're soul? Is that why you first loved and then left me my dear Dorothy? Because I was a reminder of you're wars when you needed the whisper of a violin to soothe the sprit I never could. Did Quatre become you're symphony?
She wanted to hate him. Wanted to be indignant like anyone else would have been. But what had she lost? Not love. That had died between them a long time ago when they both stopped trying to find what they needed in each other. Theirs was a song that ended long before Dorothy used the bottom of the Atlantic as her escape.
Reaching out she traced her fingertips over the cool and lifeless glass of their picture. Taken right after their no-nonsense wedding. For five years it had been there. Even when the silence had came and the music had stopped. When the lies had become bigger and the trust had slowly drifted away and she knew.
She turned the picture face down.
Have you ever truly listened to them Relena? Symphonies are like souls crying out. Intense and beautiful at the same time. Moving from angst to rapture, then coming together somewhere in the middle matching eachother with so much energy....Do you suppose His Excellency would have adored battles so much if he'd known of how wonderful a symphony could be if he listened?
"I'm sorry I had to be you're war Dorothy."
By R-chan (Reveena)
The spacious office had long since been sheltered in velvet darkness. Empty hours had passed from when the sun had fallen in the night's embrace and the midnight hours came. The moon shown brightly in all its mystique and lore, whispering the soft spoken promises of countless oaths of devotion and passion. A gentle wind glided in from the shore and along streets of La Rochelle. It was a night for lovers.
Relena stared at the documents before her, the primly typed words looking back at her like a tangle of foreign speech. The words refused to focus in her uncorporating mind. Every time she closed her eyes there'd she be. Impossible golden hair and mocking eyes of light violet. Her voice chimed in her head like a bitter sweet symphony that just wouldn't stop.
She didn't want to admit it. The yearn to go on pretending it wasn't true was like a burning pain in her chest that grew with each measure of Dorothy's reminiscent voice. She'd lied to Trowa and he'd been right. She had loved Dorothy.
Have you ever truly listened to them Relena? Symphonies are like souls crying out. Intense and beautiful at the same time. Moving from angst to rapture, then coming together somewhere in the middle matching eachother with so much energy....Do you suppose His Excellency would have adored battles so much if he'd known of how wonderful a symphony could be if he listened?
She'd never listened. Relena drew a shaky breath in to starved lungs. Why hadn't she loved enough to listen? Why hadn't she heard it in her voice? How could she have missed the meaning behind the misleading eyes and the silence had raged between them over the past two years? She'd turned away from the unspoken words in their game. She'd let them fester and grow into a tangled web of emotion where sarcasm and the raw truth of so many lies became too blurred to sort out anymore.
Did Quatre hear you're music Dorothy? Was he able to find the emotion in those songs, the ones you used to fill the place in you're heart where war had been you're soul? Is that why you first loved and then left me my dear Dorothy? Because I was a reminder of you're wars when you needed the whisper of a violin to soothe the sprit I never could. Did Quatre become you're symphony?
She wanted to hate him. Wanted to be indignant like anyone else would have been. But what had she lost? Not love. That had died between them a long time ago when they both stopped trying to find what they needed in each other. Theirs was a song that ended long before Dorothy used the bottom of the Atlantic as her escape.
Reaching out she traced her fingertips over the cool and lifeless glass of their picture. Taken right after their no-nonsense wedding. For five years it had been there. Even when the silence had came and the music had stopped. When the lies had become bigger and the trust had slowly drifted away and she knew.
She turned the picture face down.
Have you ever truly listened to them Relena? Symphonies are like souls crying out. Intense and beautiful at the same time. Moving from angst to rapture, then coming together somewhere in the middle matching eachother with so much energy....Do you suppose His Excellency would have adored battles so much if he'd known of how wonderful a symphony could be if he listened?
"I'm sorry I had to be you're war Dorothy."