When? SilMil
Who? A/Z
No warnings, just fluff.
Bubbles
Unprepared for his first round of endless meetings and consular sessions, Zoisite finds himself in desperate need of respite. While his fellow brothers at arms might feel comfortable among the seemingly infinite nuances of diplomacy, the youngest of the Terran courtiers needs a place to collect his thoughts. Recalling the way to the extensive Lunar libraries, he wanders in - instantly relieved at the absolute quiet and solace. Scanning the room, he hopes it is unattended. Just when he is about to completely relax, he spies a curious thing.
Bubbles.
The crystal spheres float peacefully from a small corner, tucked away near a large window.
Walking softly, he creeps towards the strange magic, interested in what is producing such a phenomenon.
"Oh!" a feminine voice says, as the bubbles clear away - dissipating into the air.
Recognizing the delicate features of the Mercurian delegate, Zoisite is taken aback and unable to find his voice.
Cheeks pink, the young woman says, "My apologies."
"What for?" Zoicite responds, speech regained.
"I suppose nothing... I thought I was alone."
Zoisite, borrowing a move from the cavalier Jadeite, bows low, and says, "A thousand pardons for interrupting your space, milady."
Her blush deepens and she gestures to the empty seat across from her, "Please."
"If you insist." Mindful of his sword and forcing his gaze away from the expanse of pale skin, he looks into sapphire eyes and says, "I've never seen this sort of enchantment before. Is it a spell?"
She ponders the question and responds, "Of a kind. It is a specialty of my home planet."
And with the door to small talk and polite conversation open, Zoisite finds himself in comfortable territory and engagements be damned, passes the remainder of the afternoon in her delightful company.