Author's Notes: Just read it and enjoy
Theme: Sunset
Wine
He watches her as her gaze lingers on the sunset. The crimson skies that warn of ill weather come the morn bathe her in warm light. Beams of yellow sun mingle with the tine of red clouds to make her golden hair look as if it was the sweetest of honeyed wines. And oh, how he wanted to drink her up.
"Junon is so beautiful at sunset," she says, her voice like a heady perfume that he cannot break free of. Not that he desires to.
The silver silk of her dress, made red in the light of dusk, ripples as she turns to face him. Playful sapphire eyes beckon him to join her upon the balcony. He can do no less than obey. She could ask him then and there to jump from the edge to his certain death, and he would smile and ask if she wanted one flip or two.
"Midgar will be lovelier," he said as his hand meets hers and closed around it. "Our city will be perfect."
"Save for it being run by the Shin-Ras," she points out, the musical tones of her voice causing inexplicable joy in him.
"Yes, the one flaw in our designs my dear."
Her smile in the dusk-light makes his heart yearn quietly for her. The woman he loves, his dearest Maria. Someday they would be married, and would look out over their city.
"A toast?" he offers.
"To our future, and to our Midgar."
Two wine glasses chime as they are struck together, and as the final hint of bloody sunset relinquishes to a starlit night.