Post by Kris11 on Dec 3, 2012 11:20:33 GMT 10
Title: Dreams that we Danced
Rating: G
Prompt: #2, Festivities
Summary: Sandry had gone above and beyond, the grand hall of the Citadel – mostly unused these past years, since the Duchess’s death – glittering with Midwinter cheer and filled with Vedris’ nobles.
Notes: I looked back on the notes I made for this, this morning, and all I have is: ‘-their first, very public, dance’, and then: ‘Sandry ships them SO HARD’. ...
Sandry had gone above and beyond, ensuring the grand hall of the Citadel – mostly unused these past years, since the Duchess’s death – glittered with Midwinter cheer and was filled with Vedris’ nobles. He had not forgotten how much work a winter social season could be, nor how the press of people (many of them close to useless or grasping or just unwelcome) could try.
But he had forgotten what the hall looked like at its best; his niece had, of course, accepted nothing less. Vedris didn’t know if it was the help of her magic, or just the affect her charm and enthusiasm had on his staff – all of whom were at the least half-besotted, and many of them completely lost to her by now – that had made the Citadel glow with cheer and good fortune, but the affect it had on the crowd gathered was easily noticed in their smiles and easy flow onto the dance floor. He stood with a few of his old friends, surrounded by conversations of old memories and battles long-since won, a drink in his hand and Vedris smiled freely, looking around at the beauty of the room, truly content in the festivities of the evening.
His gaze was caught as two ladies entered the room, on the far side of the dance floor. Excusing himself from his circle of friends, Vedris crossed the room, leaving a drink with a servant on his way towards them.
Sandry smiled as she saw him approached, curtsying quickly as she stepped to greet him.
“Uncle! What do you think? It looks better than I hoped!” Sandry said.
“You did very well,” he praised her, and she beamed. He looked to the woman at her side, resplendent in purple silk and light gold. Yazmin looked beautiful with her hair sticking to her face after working her students all day, but in this room, in her finery and surrounded by the glory of the evening, she was exquisite. Something of his thoughts most have shown on his face, because a blush touched her cheeks and her smile grew.
The music changed, and Vedris gestured towards the floor. “Join me?”
“Yes!” Sandry said, grinning. “You should dance.”
Yazmin smiled at Sandry, and then took Vedris' hand easily, but as they walked across the room, Vedris realized this was the first time he was publically acknowledging his relationship with the dancer. It was the first time he would dance with anyone since his wife’s death. It was the first time she would conduct an affair in such social circles – she had always before been discreet to the point of secrecy – and he looked to her as the floor cleared for them to begin, wondering if he had overstepped.
“I’ve had dreams that we danced,” she said, putting her hands on his arms and smiling up at him. His concerns faded away as the steps began.
“You are the most beautiful thing I see in this room.”
“Sandry may have something to say about the slight to her decorating,” Yazmin replied, mock-serious.
Vedris laughed and shook his head. “I doubt it. She seems very happy with this turn of events.”
Yazmin laid her head on his chest. “As am I.”
Vedris lead her in a slow turn. “As am I,” he agreed.
Rating: G
Prompt: #2, Festivities
Summary: Sandry had gone above and beyond, the grand hall of the Citadel – mostly unused these past years, since the Duchess’s death – glittering with Midwinter cheer and filled with Vedris’ nobles.
Notes: I looked back on the notes I made for this, this morning, and all I have is: ‘-their first, very public, dance’, and then: ‘Sandry ships them SO HARD’. ...
Sandry had gone above and beyond, ensuring the grand hall of the Citadel – mostly unused these past years, since the Duchess’s death – glittered with Midwinter cheer and was filled with Vedris’ nobles. He had not forgotten how much work a winter social season could be, nor how the press of people (many of them close to useless or grasping or just unwelcome) could try.
But he had forgotten what the hall looked like at its best; his niece had, of course, accepted nothing less. Vedris didn’t know if it was the help of her magic, or just the affect her charm and enthusiasm had on his staff – all of whom were at the least half-besotted, and many of them completely lost to her by now – that had made the Citadel glow with cheer and good fortune, but the affect it had on the crowd gathered was easily noticed in their smiles and easy flow onto the dance floor. He stood with a few of his old friends, surrounded by conversations of old memories and battles long-since won, a drink in his hand and Vedris smiled freely, looking around at the beauty of the room, truly content in the festivities of the evening.
His gaze was caught as two ladies entered the room, on the far side of the dance floor. Excusing himself from his circle of friends, Vedris crossed the room, leaving a drink with a servant on his way towards them.
Sandry smiled as she saw him approached, curtsying quickly as she stepped to greet him.
“Uncle! What do you think? It looks better than I hoped!” Sandry said.
“You did very well,” he praised her, and she beamed. He looked to the woman at her side, resplendent in purple silk and light gold. Yazmin looked beautiful with her hair sticking to her face after working her students all day, but in this room, in her finery and surrounded by the glory of the evening, she was exquisite. Something of his thoughts most have shown on his face, because a blush touched her cheeks and her smile grew.
The music changed, and Vedris gestured towards the floor. “Join me?”
“Yes!” Sandry said, grinning. “You should dance.”
Yazmin smiled at Sandry, and then took Vedris' hand easily, but as they walked across the room, Vedris realized this was the first time he was publically acknowledging his relationship with the dancer. It was the first time he would dance with anyone since his wife’s death. It was the first time she would conduct an affair in such social circles – she had always before been discreet to the point of secrecy – and he looked to her as the floor cleared for them to begin, wondering if he had overstepped.
“I’ve had dreams that we danced,” she said, putting her hands on his arms and smiling up at him. His concerns faded away as the steps began.
“You are the most beautiful thing I see in this room.”
“Sandry may have something to say about the slight to her decorating,” Yazmin replied, mock-serious.
Vedris laughed and shook his head. “I doubt it. She seems very happy with this turn of events.”
Yazmin laid her head on his chest. “As am I.”
Vedris lead her in a slow turn. “As am I,” he agreed.