Hands clasped around her throat, squeezing her wind pipe. Struggling, Melia attempted to pry the fingers from her throat, but to no avail. Instead, they clamped tighter. Spots filled her eyes and she gasped, lungs burning as they heaved in her chest. Desperate, the woman clawed at the hands strangling her, feeling the warmth of blood under her fingernails.
A shout and the hands released. She stumbled, coughing, her lungs quick to replenish their oxygen supply. Rubbing her neck, the Empress looked up and made eye contact with Camar. His green eyes blazed as he clutched his bleeding hands. With a growl, the man lunged at her, arms outstretched, aiming to tackle her to the ground, but she took off in a run.
Melia sprinted away, forcing her legs to speed as fast as she could go. Adrenaline scorched through her as she dashed down the bright white corridor. She had no idea where she was, but she knew she had to get away from Camar. Blood roared in her ears as she raced down one hallway, turning into another. There were no recognizable signs to help her figure out her surroundings; no discernible exit in sight. There was no chance she could stop to investigate.
She'd have to take her chances.
Turning yet another corner, Melia stopped and stuck to the wall. Footsteps clattered down the hall only feet away. The woman crouched, summoning fire in her mind. But then the sounds stopped, disappearing altogether. Her heart hammered and she waited. But no one came around the corner. There were no sounds to indicate another was nearby. It was as though he completely disappeared.
Cautiously, the Homs Entia peeked around the corner, and came face to face with those cruel, green eyes.
"Did you think you could get away so easily?"
Panicked, she threw the ether fire at him, watching the fireball blaze from her hands. It engulfed his face, the flames covering his features. He shrieked, and shoved Melia backward.
She was falling, falling through the sky. Wind screamed past her as she plummeted downward, her stomach falling out. Frantic, Melia waved her arms in a feeble attempt to slow her body, but gravity continued to pull her down. In her mind, she strained to touch the nerve receptors to her wings. But she couldn't find them; only blackness. Her wings would not move; it had been too long since she'd used them. Terrified, the woman squeezed her eyes shut, and attempted to summon wind. But upon touching the ether in her body, pain struck her throughout, ripping her insides asunder. She shrieked, feeling herself wrench to and fro, and clutched at her sides, unable to concentrate on anything but the pain as she continued to fall.
Then it stopped. The pit in her stomach disappeared. Pain ebbed away and slowly Melia opened her eyes. Stunned, she realized she was floating in mid air. Turning to the right and left, she felt the breeze lifting up under her...wings. Not her head wings. Eyes wide, the Empress glanced over her shoulder to see bright blue wings wings protruding from her back. A mixture of horror and awe swam through the Homs Entia. Hesitantly, she reached her arm to touch them. Upon contact, they shimmered.
Her whole body began to shimmer too, her skin glimmering as dots of different colors danced over her arms and fingers. Tingling sensations rippled all over her body, neither painful nor pleasurable. Just there. But as she watched, turning over her hands, she saw she was missing a finger. Then two. Soon she didn't have any fingers; they disappeared into nothingness before her eyes. Her wrists, and her arms were the next to fade, rippling out of existence. Frightened, Melia tried to yell but her mouth was gone. And then everything went black.
Gasping for breath, Melia sat up in bed, her heart pounding. Adrenaline still coursed through her veins, as if she were still in the midst of the dream. Taking a deep breath in and out, the woman attempted to relax her body. Slowly, the hysteria disappeared, in its place a slight feeling of anxiety rumbling through her shoulders.
As she recollected the elements of her dream, Melia analyzed it as best she could. Camar's appearance in her dream was easy to understand. The news of his escape had caused her great alarm. It was hard to concentrate when she was constantly looking over her shoulder, afraid he would make himself known at any moment. The fear was ever present. But the Empress took great care not to show it, even with Dunban.
The rest of the dream left her confused. She had experienced the free fall before. But the wings...those were new. What did that mean? What was her subconscious trying to tell her? Her mind ruminated; she felt like she had seen those wings before. But where? And then her skin dissolving into nothingness. What did that mean? Her mind spiraled, trying to make sense of it all.
Sighing, she lay back on her pillow and closed her eyes. Just when things were settling down. Would there ever be an end to it? Could she just have peace? Her father had had it for the most part. Up until the end of his life. But perhaps that was not in the cards for her. And something she would have to live with.
"We've searched the city, every building, every home, every room in the Great Hall. There is no sign of him." James said as Melia drank her morning tea at her desk.
"He has to be somewhere. He couldn't have just disappeared into thin air." She said crossly, placing her cup down on the wood. The tea was supposed to be a calming blend of herbs. This news did anything but calm. "Did you search the sewers? Perhaps he's hiding down there."
"I will send a search party at once."
"I want you to lead it."
"But your Majesty—"
"James, I trust you. There is a chance there are sympathizers to Camar's cause amongst the Imperial Guard. I need your eyes and ears. Elrich will be here to look after my person." Melia said, casting her eyes downward at the trade agreement she had been reviewing before her bodyguard had interrupted her.
"Yes, your Highness."
From beneath her lashes, Melia could see him bow and turn away, heading for the door, a slight hunch in his shoulders.
"Be careful, James." She looked up.
He turned and gave her a smile. "I will return as quickly as possible." And with that, he departed.
Once alone, Melia finished her tea and returned to her document. But as the minutes passed, her mind refused to focus, concentrating only on the fact that Camar had completely evaporated into thin air. He had escaped right under her nose and now was who knows where most likely plotting and wreaking havoc. Frustrated, the woman covered her face with her hands. How in the hell had he escaped? It made absolutely no sense. Her heart twisted in her chest and she could feel the terror pass through her throat, leaving a lump in its wake. The memories of Camar's kiss and hands on her were enough to make her sick. And the nightmare of him no better. He was still her saboteur in the shadows, though his face no unveiled.
"Empress." Elrich called, entering the room, avoiding her eyes.
Quickly, she sat upright, clearing her throat, said in a low voice, "Yes?"
"You have a visitor. He's very...small."
"Riki is great Heropon! Birdman insult Riki."
Elrich looked less than impressed.
The sound of her friend's voice washed away all of the negative emotions. "Please let him come in." Excited, she rose from her seat just as a small orange Nopon carrying a backpack trotted into the room, the door closing behind him. "Riki! I am so glad to see you!"
She stepped towards him and knelt to greet him with a hug. Riki popped up into her arms and returned the hug.
"Melly! Riki miss Melly very much."
She nuzzled him, stroking his fur. Riki had always put her at ease. Never did she feel the need to dissemble before him. He always listened to her and never judged her. And while the Nopon seemed to occasionally appear absent-minded and far-fetched, Melia knew him to be very wise. A true friend.
"How is Melly? Riki worry about his friend."
Melia took Riki's paw and led him over to the sofa, where they sat side by side. She proceeded to tell him everything: from Dunban's arrival, to the incident at Colony 9 (leaving out the part about Senara), the mess with the saboteur, and finally Camar's attack. He listened quietly, his eyes watching her face solemnly as she told every story. His wide brown eyes took in each feature of her face, and she could see he was picking up on the things she had left unsaid.
As she finished, Riki patted her knee, his nose twitching back and forth. "Melly have difficult time. It make Riki sad. Why Melly no call Riki?"
She had anticipated this question. "I didn't want to worry you, especially after your last visit."
Riki had been there during the first assassination attempt. After, he had fretted about her safety. It took days to convince him that she would be alright after his departure, especially since he began insisting on moving his family to Alcamoth so he could watch over Melia. While the Empress liked the idea of having the Heropon close by, she could not allow him to uproot his family.
"But Riki would've gladly helped Melly. Melly only need to ask."
"I know. And I'm sorry for that Riki."
"Sometimes Riki think Melly have too much pride to ask for help."
Melia tilted her head at that but said nothing. She didn't like the way that sounded, but didn't question it. Truth always hurt more than a lie.
"Riki here now and do what he can to help. Riki find Camar and fight him and make him sorry!" He grinned and bounced up and down. Melia smiled.
"I hope so, Riki."
Riki leaned back against the sofa and wiggled against the cushions, getting comfortable. Then he turned his eyes back to her and said, "So Dun Dun been helping Melly. Dun Dun is good friend."
"Yes, he truly is. Though not better than Riki." She winked.
Riki raised an eyebrow. "Riki thinks he much more to Melly than just friend."
Melia pinked. "What makes you say that?"
"Melly talk about him in different way. Like Riki talk about Oka."
"Well...what if he was Riki?"
"Riki happy for Melly if Melly is happy. Is Melly happy?"
The memories of the previous day floated through her mind: the walk in the garden and the venture to Prison Island. He had many sides, and when she was presented with each, all she wanted to do was embrace him and learn more.
"Yes, I think I am."
"Good good. Riki happy for Melly." He beamed. "But Riki must have serious talk with Dun Dun. Riki's responsibility to find out Dun Dun's intentions!"
"Riki I don't think that's necessary..."
Riki crossed his wings and shook his head. "Even though Dun Dun is Hero, Riki must protect Melly."
Gently, she reached out to ruffle his fur and he leaned into her hands. "Thank you, Riki. It comforts me to know that you look out for me."
"Melly may be Empress of bird people, but Melly always be Heropon's big sister too!" He jumped into her lap and snuggled against her.
Without fail, Riki would always brighten her spirits.
"Did Melly get present for Dun Dun?"
Melia grimaced. She had not done that yet, as she had not been sure whether or not to follow his wishes or not of no gifts. Frankly, she wasn't sure what to get him. But that didn't deter the Empress. But she could use it as an excuse until she found the perfect present.
"No, not yet."
"Melly can borrow one of Riki's presents! Riki brought lots of Nopon desserts." But he frowned, touching his stubby arms together guiltily. "Riki may have eaten some of desserts on way from Frontier Village..."
"Riki!" She mock chastised him.
"Riki was hungry! Long trip to Diamond City." He wailed.
Melia laughed. "I'm sure Dunban will understand."
"Then Melly and Riki share rest of box." He leapt off her lap and ran to his discarded bag. He plucked a small golden colored box from the bag and waddled back over to Melia. He took the lid off to reveal four chocolate circles waiting to be plucked from brown wrappers.
"But Riki, we should really leave these for Dunban."
"Riki have one more box. Riki promise not to touch it!"
"Are you sure?" Melia eyed him suspiciously.
"Yes, yes. Riki is sure. Melly must have some! Riki know it's Melly's favorite."
"If you insist." It was her favorite; a guilty pleasure that only Riki and Oka knew about. Timidly, the woman plucked a sphere out of the box and popped into her mouth. Flavor exploded over her tongue. Savoring the sweetness and spiciness, she ran her tongue over the dissolving chocolate, its sweetness coating her mouth. It was delicious and she relished the taste.
"See? Riki know Melly want!"
"You were right, Riki. As always."
Riki smiled in triumph and took a chocolate for himself. As he bit into it and chewed, he asked, mouthful, "When Melly have littlepon with Dun Dun, Riki can play with them?"
Melia, who had just taken another chocolate from the box and swallowed a piece, choked. Coughing, she managed to clear her throat. Children? With Dunban? Not that the idea didn't please her. It was just too soon to consider, even in the stage of their relationship. She could barely think ahead to the next week, much less the next day. She was certainly not ready to take care of children.
But what if Dunban was? He was, after all, into his thirties. A Homs adult in his prime. Surely he would want a family of his own soon.
The thought did not sit well in her stomach as she ate the rest of her chocolate. The woman supposed that would be yet another uncomfortable discussion the two would need to have. Should they ever progress to that point.
A small part of her looked forward to it. But she shooed it away.
Clearing her throat, Melia answered, "Riki, I think you are jumping ahead a little to much."
"Riki make no assumptions! Riki know the future!"
Melia shook her head at his insistence, but a smile took its rightful place on her lips. It was as if the two had never been separated, falling back into their friendship just where it left off. And for the next hour, they continued to chat and make jokes, filling the room with the sounds of their laughter.
Later in the afternoon, as Melia passed through the Great Hall, the Empress paused, seeing Serenity speaking excitedly with Fiora next to the fountain. Detouring from her original destination, she strode over to her two friends. "Hello." She said, making her presence known to the two embroiled in conversation.
"Melia! Just the person we wanted to see." Fiora grinned, a wicked gleam in her eye. Reaching out the High Entia, Fiora pulled the woman down to sit between herself and Serenity.
"What's going on?"
"We need you to approve a surprise for Dunban."
"I thought he said no surprises."
"It's not a surprise...exactly. He knows the party is happening and where it's happening and when." Fiora explained. "It has to do with his present."
"And I thought he said no presents." First Riki, then Fiora. Was she the only one who had heeded his instructions?
"Yeah, but everyone deserves presents on their birthday!"
"So what do you have planned?" Melia asked, crossing her arms over her chest, curious.
Fiora explained her plan in great detail, Serenity nodding excitedly at each description. "Serenity and I have got it all taken care, if, of course, you're okay with it..." Fiora finished, looking up at her friend with a hopeful glance. "I know for a fact he would really like it."
There wasn't even a decision to be made: the obvious choice was yes. Melia wanted as much as Fiora did for Dunban to enjoy his birthday. And if his sister felt this was a surefire way to secure his happiness, who was she to stand in the way?
"Yes, your highness! I will make sure everything goes according to plan. You won't have to worry about a thing." Serenity nodded, her voice filled with enthusiasm.
The Empress cast a brief glance over the young woman's bandaged hand, remembering the horror of a few days past. It would take time for Serenity's injury to heal before the Machina could attach prosthetic fingers to it, but at least she wouldn't be impaired for the rest of her life. Despite everything she had been through, the young woman had managed to keep her spirits high. And this plan only seemed to brighten her disposition. Melia truly admired her.
"Yes. I trust you to carry it out."
The afternoon came and went in a blur; the sun setting before anyone realized the day had come to its end. Early evening cast its shadows over the city, enticing the High Entia to retreat to the warmth of their homes and their beds for respite and relaxation. Unfortunately for the Empress, her evening was anything but. Melia sat at her desk, staring at a stack of papers she was supposed to be editing. But her eyes did not register the text on the pages; they were clouded, her mind elsewhere, focused on a personal matter rather than a professional one.
With all the birthday preparations happening and her lack of a gift, Melia had shut herself up in her room, desperate to focus on the work piling up on her desk. She knew it was rude to ignore all inquiries for audiences, especially since Sharla and Reyn had arrived only hours before, with Otharon, Vanea, and Linada. But she couldn't speak with them now. She had a mountain of paperwork to do, a present to conjure, and a visit to Prison Island to make. Not to mention a criminal to find (James' search in the sewers had turned up nothing). There were just not enough hours in the day.
Yet her mind was determined to think of the perfect present, forgetting all other issues, no matter how pressing. What on earth could she give him? And with so little time to prepare? Most importantly, what did he want?
The woman had no idea where to start. It embarrassed her, the fact that she was romantically engaged with a man whom she could not even propose one gift for. Rising from her seat, the Homs Entia began to pace around her room, brainstorming various ideas and mentally tossing them aside, unsatisfied.
"Empress. Shulk is here to see you. He says it is a matter of importance." Elrich took a step inside and called out.
Stressed, Melia closed her eyes and rubbed her temples as her heart quickened. What was it now? She couldn't ignore an emergency. "Let him come in."
The blond-haired man stepped through the doorway as the door shut behind him. Opening her eyes, Melia saw that his face was furrowed in concern. That was not a good sign.
"Melia. Do you have a moment?"
"Of course, Shulk. What can I do for you?" She asked, letting her arms fall to her sides.
"Well, I wanted to talk with you about...the ether pocket." He said, taking a few steps towards her.
In the midst of everything that happened in the past week, Melia had forgotten the danger lurking at the far edge of the Eryth Sea. Frustration overwhelmed her once more. Between Camar's escape and this ever present danger, it seemed she faced opposition at every corner (manmade or natural). She chastised herself; she could not forget such important matters as Empress, especially when they could potentially affect the very livelihood of her people.
"Did you find a way to get rid of it?"
Sadly, Shulk shook his head. "The readings I took indicate the strength of the ether to be intense. There is no way to eliminate it. It's dangerous, Melia. Dangerous for any Entia to be around it."
Her body tensed.
"But I think I may have a solution."
"What is it?"
"Remember those devices that kept the seal on the transporter for Prison Island? I think that we can do something similar. We can use the devices to create a temporary shield around the pocket. That way, they will create an electromagnetic field that will trap the ether in them. Hypothetically speaking."
"Do you have any other ideas?"
"Not at the moment."
"Alright. How fast can this system be implemented?"
"I'll have to speak with Shalen and Kiefer. Hopefully in a few weeks depending on the development and installation, not to mention the programming."
A few weeks was too long for comfort. But there was no precedent for such an undertaking. It would have to do until she had concrete numbers.
"Get me an estimate as soon as possible." Melia said. "Thank you, Shulk."
"I just hope it works." He said sheepishly. "Are you getting okay?"
"I'm fine. Just busy."
He nodded in understanding. "I'll leave you to it then." The Homs turned and headed for the door.
"Shulk?" She called out, her voice unsteady. She hadn't meant to stop him from leaving, but the words had taken form and escaped from her mouth before she had a chance to pull them back.
The Homs turned, surprised. "Yes, Melia?"
"I...could I ask you a question?"
"Of course. What is it?"
The Empress looked away, out the window. "Did you get Dunban a present?"
"Yeah. I got him a book on entomology. Since he's into bugs and stuff."
"Ah."
"Did you need help picking something?"
"Yes." Melia sighed and brought her gaze back to him. "If I may be honest, I don't know where to start."
"Well, he likes insects, old machine parts, and carpentry."
If she could help it, she would avoid the subject of insects altogether.
"Carpentry?" This was surprising. Melia hadn't known Dunban was interested in such a trade. Though it made sense considering he had built the house that he and Fiora lived in in Colony 9.
"But he also likes sentimental gifts. Something thoughtful. Ideally also useful."
Sentimental. Thoughtful. Useful. His words swam around in her mind as she started to bubble with ideas. "Thank you for the advice, Shulk. I will take it to heart."
"Happy to help." He beamed and exited, leaving her to her thoughts.
It was funny. Ten months ago, the young man's smile and attention would have been enough to cause butterflies to fly around in her stomach. Now, she felt none. In fact, looking back on that small period of infatuation, Melia could barely recognize the girl that was so wistful with her feelings. The girl who was unaware of the realities of her world and of what was to come.
Turning towards the window, Melia looked up at the dark sky. As her eyes glazed over the pinpricks of stars, she considered what Shulk's report on the ether pocket. It was disturbing; the existance of something that could wipe out her race so close to home. If only there were a way to dissipate the ether entirely; wipe it out of existence. But at least Shulk had a plan. And for now, that would have to do.
Her mind turned to Shulk's advice on how to choose a present for Dunban. It was more information than she had had only minutes ago, but didn't point in a perfect direction. What could she give the man that was both thoughtful and useful? He had never expressed any desires for specific things. From what she gathered, he didn't take much stock in material possessions past what was necessary. Yet as Shulk's words rang out in her mind, an idea began to take root and grow. Her breath caught in her throat as she turned it over and spun it around, her mind consuming the concept with haste. It was perfect. At least, to her. She hoped he would like it.
As the clock rang out behind her, its metallic clang shattering the silence, she knew it was time to go. With the present on her mind, the Empress turned away from the window and towards her bedroom to ready herself for the night's work.
It felt strange to attend an event that she had had no part in planning. Since her ascension to the throne, Melia was aware of every detail for a every event, private or public. However, in the case of Dunban's birthday, Fiora and Serenity insisted that the Empress focus her attentions on more pressing governmental matters and they would take care of all necessary preparations. There was both relief and apprehension in that decision. But Melia had acquiesced, knowing she needed to take care of other things, though inwardly wanting to be a part of the development for his party. She knew that was pride though, and unnecessary.
Now, the next evening, the young woman stood in the washroom of the secret apartment, readying herself for the night's festivities with Fiora and Sharla. Fiora had thought it would be fun for the three of them to get ready together, and Melia happily agreed. It was nice to spend some time in the company of her female friends. There was a bond between the three of them that could never be severed; she felt safe, and that in itself was comforting.
Currently, the three women were all standing in the washroom, applying makeup to their complexions, each dressed in a white fluffy robe.
"How is Colony 6?" Melia asked as she began to apply powder to her face.
"It's really great." Sharla said as she drew a cat eye with kohl onto her right eye. "I'm stocking the clinic with all of these new tools and improvements from the Machina. It's really sped up the process of getting back on our feet."
"That's wonderful to hear. Did all the Machina move to Colony 6?"
"Linada said they split between Colony 6 and 9. They aren't the only fresh faces in the colony though."
"I was not aware of the increased expansion. Have you had many new immigrants?" Melia asked, curious. Truthfully, she wondered if any of her people had gone to Colony 6, not counting those who had fled there before the Fall. She made a mental note that she needed to take a census of the population in Alcamoth, especially with the passport system being implemented in the next few weeks. Among the many other things she needed to do.
"Oh yeah. Loads. Some more intriguing than others." Sharla replied as she ran kohl along the other eye.
"I think she means Reyn." Fiora smirked as she rolled a piece of her hair around a hot iron.
"Did Reyn move to Colony 6?" Melia inquired as she lightly applied rouge to her cheeks. Not too much though; she didn't want to look like a doll.
"Possibly." Sharla raised an eyebrow
"Are things...going well?" Melia asked tentatively. She wasn't quite sure what exactly the status of their relationship was, but it became very clear towards the end of their journey that Reyn had developed feelings for Sharla.
"You could say that."
"So does that mean you guys are together?" Fiora queried, rolling one final piece of hair around the hot iron.
"I guess? We haven't had any official conversation about it." Sharla confessed, applying rouge to her cheeks.
"You're not worried?"
"Why should I be?"
"More details please." Fiora prodded, putting the hair iron down and flipping her head back and forth. When she came to a stand still, the curls fell around her face in a perfect frame.
"Okay. He's great in bed."
Melia reddened, stopping in the middle of her eye-lining.
Fiora's face contorted into disgust. "Ew! I don't want to know about that."
"You asked."
"Sharla, he's like my brother." Fiora complained as she quickly dusted powder over her face.
"It doesn't bother you that he is younger?" Melia interjected, finishing the eyelining on one eye and proceeding to the next.
"No. For all of his talk, he has a good heart. And he cares a lot for Juju."
"That's very important."
"Does it bother you that Dunban's younger?"
"W-what?" Melia turned to look at Sharla.
"Fiora told me."
"Sorry! I thought she knew." Fiora raised her hands in supplication, then went back to painting her lips a loud pink.
Melia sighed, meeting Sharla's eyes. The Homs was bound to find out sooner than later. "It is true that I am technically older...but we have had many different experiences. So in some ways, we are equals. In others...we are not."
"You haven't slept together yet, have you?"
"No!" Melia exclaimed, her eyes darting to Fiora, who seemed unperturbed, now struggling with eyeliner. Then she cleared her throat and said, "I mean, no."
"Well, don't get your hopes up. First times are generally awkward and most often painful. Not terrible, but not pleasurable." Sharla turned back to the mirror and began to work with her hair, using a clip to secure it half up and half down.
"They don't have to be awkward." Fiora interjected, finishing off her looking with a touch of rouge.
"Oh? Do you know so?" Sharla teased.
"I...um..." Fiora turned a deep shade of pink and began busying herself with more eyeliner. If she wasn't careful, she would end up looking like a venom platypus.
"Have you and Shulk—"
"I need to get changed into my dress!" Fiora cut off and skipped out of the washroom.
"You're not getting off that easily." Sharla called out. "I'll get the answer out of you yet."
She and Melia exchanged a knowing smile and went back to their beauty preparations. After a few moments, Melia looked sideways in the mirror at Sharla, a question on her lips.
"What's up, Melia?"
"Sharla, do you miss Gadot?"
Sharla looked down as she mixed together paint for her lips. When she looked back up, her eyes connected with Melia's in the mirror. The Homs Entia could see a shade of sorrow in the dark brown eyes.
"Yes. Yes, I still do."
"Is that why...you really haven't made it official with Reyn?"
"You're very perceptive. As always."
"I'm trained to be."
"It's not that I don't think Reyn is a great. I'm just not ready to have my heart broken again." Sharla pursed her lips in the mirror as she brushed the paint onto her lips.
"Why would you think it would be broken?"
"You asked if I have concerns about the age difference. I don't."
"But you think Reyn may?"
Sharla sighed and began collecting her things into a small bag. "It's not the age. It's just he's never been in a serious relationship."
"You believe you do not have the same expectations."
"Exactly."
"Has Reyn told you how he feels?" Melia turned back to her paints, looking at the different lip colors.
"If you're asking me if he has said the L-word, then yes."
Melia's eyes widened.
"Oh, don't look so surprised. He may be very cocky, but he's a teddy bear underneath it all."
"How did you respond?"
"I just told him I wasn't ready yet. I'm not going to lie." Sharla disrobed, now standing in nothing but her underclothes. Melia found herself averting her eyes as the Homs woman went to take her dress off of its hanger, though Sharla paid no mind.
"Do you think you ever will feel that way for him?"
"I think a part of me does already."
"Consider his feelings. If you do not wish to have a relationship just yet, you should tell him. He may be willing to wait."
"I know you're right." Sharla stepped into the dress and pulled it up over her body. "It's just a funny word."
"What is?" Melia decided on a crimson red and began to paint across her lips.
"Love. It has all sorts of connotations to it."
"What do you mean?" She felt like a child, asking question after question, though she was curious to know how Sharla perceived her situation. Melia wondered if she sought some corollary to her own situation with Dunban.
"You're promising yourself to somebody. It's the most vulnerable you can be. I don't know. The word carries a lot of weight with it." Sharla shook her head. "Once you say something like that...there's no going back. It changes everything."
"Were you not that open with Gadot?"
"I was. But that was very different from how I feel with Reyn. Not in a bad way, just different. Can you zip me up?"
Melia finished her lips and walked over to Sharla, zipping the short back of the emerald green velvet dress. Sharla turned around to admire herself in the mirror. It plunged low, to the bottom of her breasts, and her back was exposed. Of course, Melia noted, only Sharla could pull it off.
"Sharla, I understand your reluctance. However, I cannot agree with it. You said yourself that Reyn has a softer side, and already understands what is most important to you."
"Your logic is sound, Melia. I'm just still afraid. Don't worry, I'll get over it."
"Melia, you need to get dressed! The guests are arriving!" Fiora rushed in, now dressed in a floral dress whose skirt bounced on a few petticoats.
"Hey! What about me?"
"I think it goes without saying you look fabulous, Sharla. Am I right Melia?"
"Undoubtedly so."
"I was just teasing. We'll wait for you out here, Melia. We'll be fashionably late to the party." Sharla and Fiora walked out of the washroom, giving the High Entia privacy.
Melia dropped the robe to her feet and went over to the garment that hung on the back wall next to the shower. As she pulled it on, she felt her heart thump in anticipation for the evening ahead. She was excited to see Dunban. Nervous even. She realized it had been a whole day and a half since she'd seen him last, not counting the brief passing of ways this morning in the Villa.
Going to the mirror, the woman gave herself a final look before going out. The black jumpsuit clung to her body, highlighting the leanness of her figure and elongating her legs. Its collar came all the way up to her neck and the fabric plunged down her torso, leaving her shoulders and arms bare. It bunched at her waist, and then fell in a straight line down to the ground, giving her an air of elegance and simplicity. Her hair was made up into braids that coiled around her head, pinned by a jeweled flower broach from her mother. Silver earrings hung low, matching the silver bracelets she wore on her left wrist. Her eyes fell to the crimson red of her lips; she hoped it wouldn't be too ostentatious.
But as she looked at her complexion, Melia allowed herself a small smile. In this moment, she felt beautiful.
"Melia! Are you ready?" Fiora called.
"Coming!" And she dashed out.
As the trio of women stepped out into the suite, Melia saw that the main room lights were off. Instead, the parlor was decorated with small white lights strung up across the ceiling and around the walls, giving the scene an ethereal glow. Guests had already arrived, milling about the room with glasses of champagne in hand, speaking excitedly, warming the room with their eager anticipation.
"Fiora. You've really outdone yourself." Sharla mused. "Are you sure this is for Dunban and not Shulk?"
Fiora laughed. "Really, it's all for me."
Smiling, Melia shut the door to the bedroom behind her. "It looks lovely, Fiora. Well done."
"Thank you. I'm glad you like it." Fiora grinned, taking Melia's hand and squeezing it. She cast her eyes outward, scanning the group and asked, "Where is Dunban?"
"Let's go find him." Sharla said. "Coming, Melia?"
Her heart fluttered at his name, but she shook her head. "I will stay here for now."
As the two women walked off into the growing crowd, two more women caught her attention: Tyrea and Serenity. As they walked towards her, Melia could see that Tyrea was dressed in a white crisp shirt and black slacks. The Homs Entia looked almost exactly like her step sister, though her black hair hung low, flowing like waterfalls behind her large wings.
"I thought it was a costume party." She smirked in greeting.
Melia rolled her eyes. Instead, she turned to Serenity, who wore a strapless pink dress that hung halfway down her calves. "You look lovely, Serenity."
"So do you, Empress. As always."
"Is everything prepared for..."
"Yes. And I sent out notices to all the residential districts to expect it."
"Hopefully it won't take anyone by surprise."
"True. You don't want to cause any heart attacks." Tyrea interjected.
"She's just snarky because she has yet to eat today." Serenity supplied, shooting a warning look at the aloof High Entia.
"You mistake it for sisterly banter. Am I not right, Melia?"
"If that's what you like to call it." Melia responded dryly.
"See? She's warming up to me." Tyrea grinned.
"If you will excuse us, you Highness, I will see to filling her mouth with food so she may not speak."
Simultaneously, Tyrea and Melia's eyes widened in astonishment and mirth. But Serenity did not notice as she dragged Tyrea towards the buffet table. Melia couldn't help but giggle as the two Homs Entia squabbled until they each took a glass of champagne in hand and cheered. Serenity bubbled with laughter and Tyrea returned it with a smug grin.
"Oy Melia!"
The High Entia turned to see a tall young man walking towards her. His brown hair still stood up in an unruly manner, but he was dressed in a green tunic and brown pants, without any smudges or grass stains. To some, he would look ruggedly dashing. Momentarily, Melia wondered if he was making this effort for Sharla.
"Reyn. I must apologize as I have yet to greet you. How are things? I hear you moved to Colony 6."
"Yeah. There's lots to do so I don't really have time to sit around doing nothing."
"I think you would not like being idle."
"You got me there. It's actually kinda fun, teaching the guys in the Defense Force hand-to-hand combat. I never figured myself for a teacher."
"I wouldn't have either."
"Hey now!"
Melia grinned. "I am teasing. Truly. I can see how you were with Juju. I imagine you to be a good teacher, though possibly frustrated at times."
"It's okay. I'm gonna whip 'em into shape!" He winked at her and then brought his hands up to the back of his head, looking out at everyone. "It's nice to see everyone together."
"Yes. It has been some odd months since Shulk's birthday celebration." Melia swept her eyes over the room, identifying the faces she knew and those she did not. "You don't think Dunban would have rather had his celebration in Colony 9, do you? I fear we may have missed some of his friends."
"No, I don't think so." Shulk shrugged. "He's not much for celebrations anyway, but he can't say no to Fiora."
"Like you can't say no to Sharla?"
"Whaddya mean by that?" He looked at her and raised an eyebrow.
"She was the reason you moved to Colony 6, right?"
"Maybe a bit." He looked up just in time to see Sharla eyeing him. "That's my cue. Wish me luck!"
He strode over towards Sharla, puffing out his chest in a confident manner. But Melia knew otherwise, hearing the slight uneasiness in his tone as he left her. She hoped it would work out between them.
"Melia."
Everything around her disappeared. She closed her eyes, relishing the sound of the voice. It brought her into an invisible embrace, snaking around her mind, seeping into her pores, warming her body. Slowly, the woman turned and opened her eyes, meeting his own.
"Dunban." He was dressed in a white tunic and black slacks, hair pulled back into a ponytail. She had never seen him in formal wear, and it was a quite a sight to behold. Enough to make blood rise in her already tinted cheeks.
"You look beautiful, Melia."
She felt herself glow and stumbled to respond, the words falling off her lips awkwardly. "Thank you. I had help from your sister and Sharla."
His eyes searched hers, a mysterious message hidden in his gaze. It was as if he were going to say something. She waited, the anticipation drying her throat.
"Dunban!" A voice called out. The Homs broke eye contact with her and looked up. Disappointed, Melia glanced over her shoulder to see Otharon. The older Homs responsible for Colony 6's rebuilding efforts had a youthful exuberance to him as he came over to the pair.
"Otharon. It's good to see you." Dunban stuck out his arm in greeting and Otharon took it.
"I didn't realize you were in Alcamoth these days."
"Melia was in the middle of restoration projects and I thought I could lend my help after rebuilding Colony 9 and 6."
Otharon turned to Melia and bowed. "Well met, Empress."
"It's good to see you as well, Otharon." Her voice was a little colder than she had anticipated, and followed up, "How are things in Colony 6?"
"Good. We are finally thriving." Her face fell for a brief moment. "I am sorry to hear what happened in Colony 9. It was unspeakable."
"I appreciate your sentiments. I hope that we can move past it together."
"And it looks like the city here is repairing well."
"We are nearing the end of infrastructure developments. Our next focus will be on reinstating systems and spurring commerce."
"Ah. Well if you should have need for the ear of the trade guild in Colony 6, I would be happy to help." He smiled at her. "If you don't mind, I'd like to steal the guest of honor and introduce him to someone."
"Not at all." Melia plastered a smile on her face, though she felt anything but.
Slightly brushing her hand with his own, Dunban turned to her and said, "I shall find you later." Then, without another glance, he followed Otharon towards a group of people on the other side of the room.
Disappointed, Melia turned away to find a worthy distraction. After spotting Sharla, Reyn and Riki (the latter two being involved in some sort of argument), the Empress made her way to the trio and drowned herself in the conversation, attempting to forget the dejection she felt.
Despite the lack of interaction with the guest of honor, Melia found the evening passing enjoyably. However, into the second hour, she found herself drifting away from the activity, placing herself against a far wall, a tad exhausted from the social interaction. Alternating between genuine emotional expressions and more formal ones depending on the person was draining. She supposed she should venture onto the balcony to get fresh air, but from her current placement, she could observe the party in full.
Her eyes had spotted the subject she wished to observe and she took a deep breath, taking a sip of her champagne for liquid courage. For a singular moment, the man appeared to be unoccupied. The woman thought about walking over to grab his attention, but a tall Machina dressed in glittering lights intercepted him. Halting, Melia drank her champagne, watching Vanea and Dunban strike up a conversation. And Vanea was a little to close for Melia's comfort.
"You know, you could just interrupt them instead of sulking over here." Tyrea murmured.
Startled, Melia whipped around to see her step sister leaning against the wall next to her. "Must you do that?"
"Oh, but it's so much fun to surprise you." Tyrea said. "You know they're just friends."
"Of course I know that." Melia snapped.
"Touchy touchy."
Vanea leaned in and playfully put a hand on Dunban's arm.
"Well, maybe she doesn't think so." Tyrea mused. "Don't worry. He'll put his foot down."
"I'm not worried."
And it was true. She wasn't. At least, not about that sort of thing. Melia knew that the Homs was an honorable man; he would never do such a thing as violate her trust. Even if they were keeping their relationship a secret, she knew they had entered an agreement that neither of them would transgress. Also, she liked to think that neither wanted to.
But that was not the worry that clouded her thoughts. Vanea, as well as any other woman, offered him a different kind of life. One that did not revolve around secret plots and tiresome politics; a constant theme of instability. Not to mention the emotional strain it wrought on a person's psyche and relationships. She worried that he would see the calm of those other lifestyles, and prefer that to a life with her. He had already dealt with so much hardship and death. Perhaps he would prefer such a life to hers.
Yet at the same time, she wanted him to be happy, no matter what. Dunban deserved that, utter happiness, especially after the hand life had dealt him. Even if that meant it wasn't with her.
She took another sip of champagne, its bitter taste sliding over her tongue like the thoughts in her mind. This line of thinking was useless. They had yet to discuss what would happen when the infrastructure projects came to a close. Would he go back to Colony 9? Would their relationship evaporate as quickly as it had started?
"Stop brooding. It's a party. You have to have fun; that's the rule." Tyrea scoffed. "Or so I'm told."
"Fine. Shall we find some way to entertain ourselves?" Melia turned to the Homs Entia.
"I meant that for you."
"If I have to join in the festivities, so do you."
"Not so." Tyrea glowered.
"That's an order from your Empress."
"Well then, cheers your Eminence."
They clinked glasses and drank.
"Let's find some mischief to get ourselves into." Tyrea sneered.
"What are the two of you whispering about over here?" Serenity asked as she ambled over, her eyes slightly glossy.
They laughed. Melia stole a glance at Dunban, to see him looking at her. She smiled and he returned it. Then she went back to her conversation.
"The Empress and I are going to have some fun."
"What kind of fun?"
Tyrea turned to Melia. "Dearest sister, when was the last time you flew?"
"Ages." Melia responded. "You can't possibly think I would fly."
"Why not? You're not wearing a dress. What's to stop you?"
"It would be highly inappropriate for the Empress to make such a display."
"Stop being so stuffy. No one has to see you. Serenity?"
The younger woman shook her head. "No, I think I'll stay here. I think any flying will make me sick."
"You just want to flirt with Elrich. Fine."
"Sod off." Serenity glared and gulped down her champagne.
"I'm kidding, kidding!" Tyrea laughed and grabbed Melia's hand, pulling her towards the balcony.
"Does she really like Elrich?"
"What? No!" Tyrea grinned. "No, she gets on well with James and Elrich but it's nothing like that."
Before Melia could ask if Tyrea knew who Serenity's lover was, the cool air hit her skin as they walked onto the balcony. Looking out into the night, Melia felt her heart sigh at the beauty of the sparkling lights of the city below. For a second she allowed herself to hope. Perhaps things were better than they seemed. Perhaps things were finally settling down. Perhaps she did need to just relax and let things come as they would.
"Are you ready?" Tyrea was already standing on the railing.
"I don't think this is a good idea."
"You said you wanted to have some fun. This is fun."
"We have very different definitions of fun."
"True. Yours is boring."
Melia narrowed her eyes. "I haven't flown in such a long time. What if I've forgotten?"
"It's like riding a bicycle. You never forget."
"Have you ever ridden a bicycle?"
"No."
Melia gave her a disapproving look. "Then you can't compare the two."
"You know that's not what I meant. Are you always this much of a stickler?"
"If you keep 'poking fun', I will go back inside."
"Melia, you have such strict rules for yourself. I think you need to let go of them, even just for a little bit." Tyrea said and crossed her arms over her chest. "Do you trust me?"
Melia twitched her nose. Months ago, she would've said no. Now, after everything... "Yes."
"It took you long enough." Tyrea said dryly. "Now come up here otherwise I'll drag you."
Melia climbed onto the railing, placing her hands on her hips. "Now what?"
"Now, you fly!" Tyrea said.
And she pushed Melia off the railing.
It was free fall, just like her dream. Paralyzed, the woman opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. It was terrifying, all over again. Her heart hammered in her ears and her blood thumped in her veins. She had to stop. She had to stop otherwise she would die. Melia flung her arms out to slow her fall, feeling the wind rush past her individual limbs.
Fly.
She needed to fly. Frantically, she felt for her wings through her mind, screaming thoughts and commands to her wings. Over and over she felt for the muscles, the switch to turn them on and force them to work. With one more mental push, she felt them expand.
And she stopped.
Opening her eyes, Melia saw she was floating in mid air. Just like in her dream. Gently, the woman reached up to touch her head wings. They flapped quickly, hesitantly gaining the traction needed to keep her afloat. Slowly, she could feel them get their bearings, and they expanded, more confident than before.
The woman exhaled, relief filling her body, adrenaline slowly evaporating from her nervous system. Her mind quieted, and her heart resumed a steady pace.
Melia took another deep breath in and out, still not completely comprehending her current situation. How long had it been since she'd allowed herself the pleasure of flight? Years. Decades even. Maybe not since her mother had died.
"Still alive?" Tyrea called as she flew towards the Empress and stopped just feet from her.
"Yes. No thanks to you."
"I wouldn't have let you crash, you know that."
"Still."
"I was right. Just like riding a bicycle."
"As I said previously, that is not an accurate comparison."
"You're flying now, so what do you have to complain about?" And before Melia could retort, Tyrea smirked and took off, yelling, "Race you to the top of the tower!"
Staring after her sister, Melia shook her head. Perhaps she had needed a push to try something new. And in this case, a literal one. Closing her eyes, Melia pictured her wings lifting off. She felt her body ascend into the sky, all other thoughts purged from her mind.
Her body hummed with exhilaration; she felt almost weightless. The Empress could barely contain herself as joy overloaded her system, piercing her every cell in her body. How had she gone this long since flying? Increasing in speed, Melia soared, rising through the air higher and higher. She didn't stop as she passed the top of the tower. Instead, she continued to rise, feeling the wind push her through the sky. The air grew colder on her skin, but she didn't care. It was pure bliss.
Minutes later, the woman stopped and looked below. Like a diamond, Alcamoth sparkled in the night of the Eryth Sea. How beautiful it was; a diamond shining brightly, refusing to be extinguished by the darkness surrounding it.
Closing her eyes, the Homs Entia plunged below, streaking through the air. The wind whizzed through her ears, but she paid no heed. After a few more seconds, she somersaulted through the air, laughing as she twisted and inverted through the darkness. She felt free. Unencumbered. Untouchable.
"Show off," Tyrea yelled out as she passed by and headed back to the balcony.
Melia smirked as she followed her sister back to the balcony. So what if she was?
They landed side by side, attracting the attention of a few who had retreated to the balcony for fresh air.
"Thank you, Tyrea. That was...fun."
"Let this be a lesson you should take my advice more often."
"I still have not forgiven you for pushing me."
"Baby steps never helped anyone." She shrugged, then gestured as Dunban approached them. "Prince Charming arrives. Melia, you should find a mirror. Your windswept look has a taste of 'the morning after'".
"Tyrea!" Melia scolded, her face turning red as Dunban had just walked into earshot. But the woman cackled and ambled away.
"There's no need to be embarrassed."
"I'm not." Melia said primly, attempting to smooth out her hair as best as possible.
He gave her a knowing smirk and she sighed. She hated that he could see right through her.
"I didn't know you could fly."
"Neither did I. I haven't done so in quite a while. Tyrea thought it best to remind me right now."
Then there was a crack in the sky.
"It's starting!" Fiora clapped her hands together from the other side of the balcony. As guests surged forward and spilled out from the suite, whispers of excitement bubbled into the air. Goosebumps popped up over Melia's arms, but they were only half noticeable, as her recent exercise kept her warm.
"Happy birthday, Dunban!" Fiora turned and grinned at her brother. Then a burst of light exploded in the dark sky.
Fireworks.
Melia watched as Fiora rushed over to him and took his hands. "I remembered how much you liked the fireworks in Colony 9, so I thought we could do the same thing here. Especially with us being away from home, I thought it would be a nice reminder!"
Melia's gut twisted. His home was Colony 9. She had momentarily forgotten.
"Anyway, I hope this is okay. Besides, I think everyone's enjoying it." Fiora looked up at him, hopeful.
Dunban smiled and pulled her into a hug, whispering something in her ear.
The woman turned away, picking up a glass of champagne from a nearby tray. The fall and flight had sobered her up rather quickly. Inwardly, Melia couldn't keep herself from ruminating on the fact that he would be gone. Sipping her drink, Melia kept her eyes skyward so she wouldn't have to engage with anyone. Desperately, she pushed away the heartbreaking thoughts and concentrated on the sparkles exploding in the sky.
It was a lovely display Fiora had put together. Lots of blues and greens and reds. Some in shapes, but most bursting into random patterns. The Empress did hope that the High Entia would find this an enjoyable distraction; a welcome disruption to the usual lull of the evening's activities.
Then she felt the touch of a hand sliding across her lower back. Startled, she turned to see Dunban wrapping his arm around her waist, bringing her to his side.
"Is this alright?"
Wordlessly, she nodded. Her instincts told her to temper the joy she felt, reminding her of Fiora's words, but she ignored them, eyes smiling up at Dunban in happiness. He pressed his palm into her side and then looked towards the fireworks. Leaning her head on his shoulder, Melia too directed her eyes upward, and together they watched the sky light up together.
An hour later, the party was finally winding down. Guests were yawning, murmuring that it was late, impatient to get to their beds and rest for the night. They began to say their goodbyes, seeking out the guest of honor and sharing their well wishes once more. Timidly, Melia waited out on the balcony, glass of water in hand. There was no reason for her to depart so soon. In fact, she was contemplating staying the night here instead of returning to her usual suite. She was less likely to be disturbed. And it felt safer, away from contact with unwanted people.
Although Camar knew of this apartment's location. He could attack her at any time (if he were to get past Elrich and James). But she pushed the thought away. It was too late in the evening for her to be consumed by fear of an invisible enemy.
All she wanted to think about was ending the evening in Dunban's arms.
One by one, the guests left, and soon all that remained were Melia, Dunban, Fiora and Shulk. She could hear their conversation back in the main room behind her, but she made no move to leave her spot. The woman had already said her goodbyes, eager to ascertain the solitude she craved. A moment to ease the raging, contradictory emotions at war in her heart.
"It seems we're finally alone."
Melia turned to face him, simultaneously wishing him to stay and go. "So it seems."
"I'm sorry I haven't spent much time with you this evening. I should have."
"Please do not think anything of it. There were many that wished to see you, and many you have not seen in a long time. I completely understand. It is your birthday after all."
"You are disappointed."
A snide remark appeared in her brain, but she bit it back. "No, not at all. I am tired. It has been a long day."
The diplomatic answer hung in the air between him, lifeless. It was clear that he was not fooled but he did not press her. Melia would not let her true feelings pass her lips. Instead, she changed the subject. "If you wouldn't mind joining me inside, I would like to give you your present." Without waiting for him, she walked inside, maintaining her distance for as long as she could. She knew once he came close and touched her, she would forget about future concerns and immerse herself in the present.
"Melia, you didn't need to get me a present."
"I know you said no gifts—"
"But it seemed everyone ignore that." Dunban said wryly.
The Homs Entia stifled a giggle and said, "Regardless. You are a very hard person to find a gift for." She reached into her desk drawer and removed a carefully wrapped parcel. Delicately, she walked over and handed it to him.
Meticulously, the man unwrapped it, taking care to not jostle or shake the package. The wrapping fell away to reveal a long rectangular box. The box cover was imprinted with a symbol: two infinity signs interlocked in an eternal knot. He glanced up and her and she nodded for him to open it. Cautiously, the Homs pulled open the top and looked down at a set of carving tools. The handles were intricately engraved with High Entian designs, and the blades of each tool shined as if they were brand new.
"They were my great grandfather's. He was an aficionado of carving and carpentry. I thought you might like to have the set."
"I cannot accept this, Melia. It's a part of your family." His eyes moved from the tool chest to her face, a look of solemnity in his expression.
"I insist Dunban. It would do much good to be of use to someone than rotting away in the family treasury. Besides, the second part of it is in your room."
"Second part?"
His astonishment made her smile. But she was cautious as she answered: "My great grandfather also had a carving stand, where he positioned and held in place whatever material he was working with. It was a bit heavy to carry, so I sent it directly to your quarters."
"This was...very generous of you."
Melia bit her lip, uncertain. His face was blank. "Do you not like it?"
"No, no. It's a wonderful gift. I'm just...it's very touching Melia." A small smile played on his lips and relief coursed through her.
"You deserve it."
He leaned in and kiss her. She accepted it, cherishing the feel of his lips on hers. It lasted only a second. He drew away, and set the box down on the desk. Then he pulled her to him and kissed her again, this time with greater feeling, his mouth imparting the depth of his gratitude.
Her knees turned to water.
Guiding her backwards, Dunban led Melia to the wall, pinning her against it with his body. She wrapped her arms around his neck, taking in the emotion that poured through him and into her. It was ecstasy, feeling his appreciation, desire, and affection all wrapped up in his kiss. The pressure of his body against hers ran tremors through her legs. Grinding her hips into his, Melia nipped at his bottom lip and felt his lips turn into a smile as they kissed her again. Her hands ran through his hair, encircling the back of his head, pushing his lips closer to hers, eliminating any space between. His hand roamed over her body, brushing her curves tentatively. She moaned, wanting more.
Fire burst in her gut, traveling through her veins, lighting her body with need. She wanted him everywhere. All over her. Inside her. Her kisses became furious, grabbing at his lips with hers. "Melia." He whispered hoarsely between breaths. It electrified her, the sound of his voice dripping with longing. The woman pulled at the buttons on his shirt, undoing them as quickly as she could without removing her lips from his. Her fingertips ran over his exposed skin and he groaned in pleasure. It was music to her ears. Exhilarated by his response, Melia continued to explore his upper body with her hands, feeling the smooth areas, the scars from battle, the indentations of his muscles; taking it all in and loving each part of his chest.
Expertly, his hand moved to her back and found the zipper on her jumpsuit. She felt the cold metal touch her skin as the zipper dragged down her spine and she shivered. Then his hand slipped between the fabric to feel the exposed skin. Gasping, she tilted her head up, away from his. Hungrily, Dunban laid kisses up and down her neck, and she closed her eyes as waves of pleasure washed over her. She was delirious, drowning in their mutual desire.
He's going to leave you.
Her body stiffened. The anxiety crept from the dark corners of her mind and into her ear, reminding her of the realities of their situation.
Eventually, Dunban would leave Alcamoth. Because Colony 9 was his home.
Breathlessly, she pushed Dunban away, holding him at arms' length. It was too much, too much to bear. She wanted him so badly, but she could not give in. Not when there was the question of if they would last or not.
"Stop."
Instantly, he stepped back, removing his hand and body from her, leaving her bereft and aching for his warmth. "Are you alright?"
"Yes, yes, I'm fine." She took a deep breath, feeling her heart twist in her chest. "I'm sorry, Dunban."
"It's okay, Melia. It's okay. We don't need to do this yet."
Yet. If ever.
"I just..." Tears threatened and she shut her eyes. Gods she did not want to cry in front of him. Not now. Not on his birthday.
"Melia, it's alright." He came back towards her and wrapped her in an embrace. She clung to him, anger shuddering through her. Everything in her body screamed to put his hand back on her, drag his lips down to hers, and continue what they started. But her heart said no, imprisoning the hunger.
Silence hung in the air between them, delicate and tense. Tears stung her eyes and she squeezed them shut, hoping to blink them out of existence. Her cheeks felt hot and her throat was raw. What could she say now? Certainly there was no way to salvage this encounter. She'd ruined it. If only she had given him his present and bid him goodnight, she would have avoided this entire situation.
"Melia, it's alright. We can wait." Dunban said as if reading her thoughts, kissing the top of her forehead. "No harm done."
Opening her eyes, the Empress didn't know if his words made the situation better or worse. She was almost certain he was ready to progress to the next phase of their relationship. She however...her heart was too tied up already. Physical intimacy was off the table until a frank discussion could be had between the two of them about the future.
But that still left the question of what to do for the rest of the evening.
All Melia knew was that she wanted to be with him.
Stepping out of the embrace, Melia looked at Dunban square in the eye and said, "Stay the night."
"Are you sure?" He asked, his eyes narrowed.
"Not...in that way. Just sleeping." After a moment, she added, "If you would like to, that is."
"I would."
Taking his hand, the Homs Entia led him into the bedroom. He shut the door behind them and she flicked off the head lights, leaving only the bedside lamp on. He began to undress, removing his shirt completely, and she turned away, dubious. After what had conspired, the woman didn't know whether to stay or go, so she opted to walk into the washroom to change, closing the door behind her.
The counter was littered with cosmetics from earlier, but she paid no mind. Removing her jumpsuit and stepping into her nightdress (she chose this over her regular shirt and pants pajamas), Melia wondered what he was thinking. He had chosen to stay, which he did not have to do. In fact, he had exhibited no anger upon her putting a stop to their intimacy, only concern and understanding. A warmth seeped through her as she pulled on the dress, remembering the kindness in her eyes.
Those eyes. They made her melt on the inside.
She undid her hair and pulled out the braids. Gray rivers of hair tumbled down in waves around her face and torso, ending at her waist. Brushing her hair, Melia closed her eyes, remembering the sensation of Dunban's hand on her back and his legs pressed into hers. Sighing, the High Entia put the comb down, running her hands through her hair as she recomposed herself. After washing the makeup from her face, the Empress stared back at herself in the mirror, disappointment written on her face. She hugged herself, wishing it away. At least he was still here, she told herself. If he didn't want to be, he wouldn't be.
Hesitant, Melia opened the door and turned out the light in the washroom. As she stepped back into the bedroom, she saw Dunban had already climbed into bed, and was gazing upward at the ceiling, lost in thought. The blankets came up to his bare chest; the dim orange light from the lamp highlighting the shadows of his muscles and his chiseled jawline.
Desire flared within her once more. If gods still existed in their world, she imagined he would look like one.
"Melia?"
She blushed. She'd been staring. Quickly, the woman whipped back the blankets and dived into bed. As she moved to turn out the light, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Turning, she met Dunban's eyes, once again something mysterious folded within his gaze. She felt her heart go from a jog to a run; was there something wrong?
But all he did was brush his hand over her cheek. "Why don't you ever wear your hair down?"
"It's unwieldy. It gets in the way."
"Too bad. I like it down."
The lump grew in her throat and she turned to shut off the light, plunging the room into darkness so he could not see the twist of emotions on her face. In the black, he reached out and guided her to him. She rested her head on his bare chest, feeling how it moved up and down with each breath.
"Melia."
"Yes?"
"If you weren't the Empress, what would you want to do?"
"That's an interesting question. What makes you ask that?"
"Just curiosity."
"It's not that exciting."
"Humor me. It is, after all, my birthday." He squeezed her shoulders.
"And I thought you didn't like gifts."
"Only when they're from certain people."
"Alright." She paused in thought. Her secret was on the tip of her tongue, keen to be shared with another's ears. Despite everything that had happened between them, she could not stop herself from talking with him, sharing with him. "You have to promise not to say anything."
"I promise." She could hear the grin in the dark.
"I've always had an affection for music. Specifically singing."
"Really?"
"Yes, Dunban."
"I've never heard you sing."
"I never sing in public."
"Then how are you going to perform?"
"I didn't say I had to be a famous singer." Melia responded flatly. "It might be nice to own my own nursery as well."
"A florist and a singer. You surprise me every day."
"I hope in a good way."
"In the best way." She felt him run his fingers through her hair, twirling different strands. "Will you sing for me?"
"Yes. At some point."
"I will await it then."
Melia began to draw circles with her index finger on his chest. "What about you, Dunban? If you weren't so encumbered by rebuilding projects and retraining defense forces, what would you do?"
"You already know."
"Carpentry?"
His silence was confirmation. Then it dawned on her.
"But your arm..."
"Exactly."
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up."
"No need for apologies Melia. It's just the truth."
"Have you spoken to Linada about it? Maybe she could do something, especially since she restored Fiora to her Homs body."
"I have had discussions with her. And she is doing some experiments. But she says she's still a while out from having a solution." He spoke emotionlessly. It was time for a different subject.
"Other than carpentry then?"
"I haven't really thought about it."
"Humor me."
"Oh?"
"I am the Empress." Her voice was filled with mock haughtiness, to which he laughed.
"Pulling rank, are we? So be it."
"Well?"
"Patience. I'm thinking." The seconds dragged on before he responded. "I mentioned to you before I'd like to revisit Colony 2. I'd like to explore the rest of the world. After all, the Bionis and Mechonis no longer exist. Who knows what's out there."
They fell silent, the sounds of the breeze whistling outside filling the air around them. Melia felt her eyelids hanging low, and knew sleep was upon her.
Gazing up at the Homs in the darkness, Melia whispered, "I hope you enjoyed this evening, Dunban."
"I did."
"Goodnight. Happy birthday."
"Thank you. Goodnight, Melia." He leaned down and kissed the top of her head.
Rolling onto her back, the Empress shut her eyes, waiting for sleep to drag her into unconsciousness. Soon, she fell into a dreamless sleep, her last thoughts of flying through the sky, free as a bird.