Perchance to Dream
When Lina opened her eyes, she was
lying comfortably in bed. The ceiling above her was the one she’d opened her
eyes to see for the past six nights. Hadn’t she meant to leave last night? And
something… someone had stopped her.
But who…? She turned and saw Sylphiel standing there and sighed softly, wincing
as the memory washed over her. It must
have been a dream. She saw Sylphiel turn to her and offered the cleric a
weak smile. “I’m sorry… did I oversleep for breakfast, Sylphiel? I had the
strangest dream… I think… I think he came to tell me that it was time I stopped
moping…” She knew now why she’d dreamed it. It really was time that she stopped
feeling sorry for herself, stopped being stupid, and let him go. Her
unhappiness could only make his spirit unhappy too.
Sylphiel gave her a strange look, then shook her head. “No, Lina… That’s not what…”
“Sylphiel…”
Lina’s eyes widened, and her breath
caught in her throat. His voice. That was his voice…! She sat upright,
looking to Sylphiel, who only offered a faint little smile.
The cleric moved aside, and Lina saw
him standing there looking at her lying on the bed with such intensity that she
felt that she couldn’t breathe under his gaze. She didn’t see anything but the
fierce emotions in his eyes, the pain and longing. Sylphiel’s presence was
quickly forgotten as Lina sat up and looked at him with tears in her own eyes.
“Zel…” Her throat choked up, and Lina forced herself to take a deep breath and
try again. “Zelgadis…?”
He moved forwards to the bed, not
stopping until he had leaned down and gathered Lina completely into his arms,
pulling the sorceress into an embrace that Lina found herself returning.
Blushing, caught by the intensity of
the emotions in the room, Sylphiel stepped backwards, moving away only to be
caught at the door by a surprised Gourry. In a hushed voice, the swordsman
asked, “Is that…?”
“Yes, Gourry dear, it would seem
that he is. But let’s let them talk…” Sylphiel said as she steered her husband
out of the room and closed the door behind them.
As the door closed, Lina opened her
eyes as she rested her head against his neck. Pink skin… soft hair... He was
human… It struck her like a bolt. Zelgadis is… human! But… “Zel… how…?”
She brought up her hand to feel the silkiness of his hair, to feel the warmth
of skin. His scent had changed slightly, too. There was something different
now, a scent of spiced earth. She took another breath, trying to prove to
herself that she wasn’t dreaming.
His breath was warm against her
cheek as he spoke. “It’s… something that even I don’t truly understand… but…
it’s real. It’s as real as the…” He paused. “As real as the fact that I love
you,” The words were quiet, emotions that she couldn’t see running deeply
within his eyes.
She sighed softly, lowering her face
into his shoulder, breathing in that tantalizingly new scent. “Zel… it’s just a
spell. You can’t love me… you’ve never shown anything that would tell me that
you did. There wasn’t anything there between us until after Rezo’s spell caught
us both.”
He shook his head, and his hair
tickled her cheek. “No, Lina. I simply never said anything. How could I,
knowing what I am… what I looked like?”
She pulled herself away from him,
resting her hands on his shoulders and
looking at those aquamarine eyes, feeling herself falling into them.
He’d always been easy to love… but now that she’d missed him for three years,
and thought that she had lost him… he was even dearer to her now. “Zel… the
only one who cared what you looked like was you.” She watched the blush creep
across his cheeks. “And besides… Amelia thought you were pretty cute.”
“I know,” came his reply. “But she’s
changed now. So have you, Lina. In fact…” Zelgadis’ reply was broken off by a
loud and excited voice on the other side of the bedroom door.
“He’s in there? Let me through!
Zelgadis!”
The ex-chimera in question sighed
heavily, sitting up and allowing Lina to get a good look at him as he turned
his head. “Yes, Jedah. I’m in here. You don’t have to shout…”
The door burst open, Sylphiel vainly
trying to keep the exuberant young man in check. Unfortunately, her grasp
slipped, and the sudden release of force caused Jedah to go flying gleefully
towards Zelgadis.
When the dust cleared, Jedah was happily half on the
bed, half on Zelgadis. Zelgadis had been shoved fully onto the bed by the sheer
force of brotherly impact.
As for Lina, her hand could be seen sticking out
from under both Zelgadis and Jedah. A moment passed, then her hand twitched,
and from somewhere under Zelgadis, she started to rant. “Get off me! You’re heavy!”
Jedah peered at the hand while still perched on
Zelgadis. “Oh no! Is that… Lina?”
Zelgadis smirked a bit as he started to work his way
out from under the boy. “Yes. And I’d suggest that you move. Quickly.”
Neither Zelgadis nor Jedah managed to move fast
enough. With a snarl, Lina stood up on the bed from underneath the both of
them, sending the two males flying out towards the balcony. Eyes blazing, she
growled. “I said get off!”
Zelgadis had his ray-wing spell. Jedah simply had
Cepheid’s own luck, and came to a delicate halt on his feet just inside the
balcony door.
Sylphiel stood at the door watching with her hands
pressed to her mouth. Oh no…
“Well… it’s good to see that things are fairly back
to normal,” Zelgadis said wryly from his floating position by the ceiling.
Lina, for her part, only shot Zelgadis a look.
A few hours later, everyone except
Lina was collected in the dining room. Sylphiel had managed to get the
over-excited Jedah to sit at the table and sidetracked the boy with food.
Zelgadis stood quietly by the door,
caught in his old habit of brooding. His hood was up, those ice-blue eyes
focused off somewhere on something that only he could see. Across the room,
Amelia watched him quietly, her own gaze hardened over the years.
Lina finally walked into the room,
the heavy skirts of her black gown trailing on the floor. Long tight sleeves
ended at points on her wrists, and the bodice was dramatically laced and rather
tight, a slender black ribbon at her throat offsetting the lack of ribbon at
her forehead. A delicate gold chain vanished into the neckline of the dress,
pendant unseen. Her hair still tumbled loosely about her shoulders, and as
Zelgadis turned, Jedah piped up rather loudly.
“Hey Zel, she almost looks as good
as you do in black!”
Startled into embarrassment by
Jedah’s impromptu compliment, Lina looked to Zelgadis… and found with hidden
delight, that he was blushing as well. She gave a half-laugh and as she shook
her head, saw the unmitigated fury hidden in Amelia’s eyes. Her laugh broke,
and Lina looked to Amelia quietly. Oh no… I’ve done it again… without even
trying! How long have I upstaged her… it’s so clear that she hates me…Don’t the
others see it? Lina opened her mouth to speak to the princess, but Amelia
turned away, looking instead to a servant, giving orders without speaking.
With a sigh, the sorceress shook her
head, smiling feebly to Zelgadis. “Well… he’s right. You do look pretty good in
black, Zel.” The blush deepened on his cheeks, and she giggled in spite of the
bad vibes emanating from Amelia.
“I’ve requested lunch. I hope
everyone is hungry,” Amelia said icily, causing almost everyone in the room to
stare at her. Only Jedah was unaffected by the tone of her voice, and he smiled
brightly to the princess.
“That sounds great, Amelia! A lunch
to celebrate the return of my brother! What a wonderful idea!”
Lina stared for a moment. What is
it with this kid? Can’t he tell how angry Amelia is? Oh no… don’t tell me that
he likes her!?!
Sylphiel broke the moment by
laughing nervously. “Yes, what an excellent idea, Amelia.”
For a moment, Amelia didn’t look
convinced. But it passed, and she smiled graciously. “Then we agree. Come, let
us take our places at the table and they will serve us.”
While the table was being served, a
violet-haired figure waited for the cover of night to come. Damn you,
Zelgadis. You will not win her. That which I want, I get. Isn’t that right…
little Princess…? What you promised me…
Amelia shivered for a moment, then
frowned to a nearby servant. “Go close the doors. There is a draft disturbing
us.”
The servant scrambled off to do as
she was bid, but before she could get to the door, she was interrupted by a
boisterous voice that set every nerve Lina had in her body on edge. “Is it lunchtime? I swear… time flies by so
fast…”
The woman in the doorway wore
practically nothing. The leather bikini left very little to the imagination,
and the tiny little skull that she wore began to bounce as an ear-splitting
laugh began to bubble out of the well-endowed chest.
Instantly, Lina was cringing, curled
up in her chair, whimpering. “Somebody shut her up…”
Zelgadis looked from Lina over to
this scantily-clad woman and immediately made the wrong association. Is that
her sister…?
When no-one moved, Lina decided that
she’d have to take things into her own hands. Picking up a dinner roll, she
threw it at the woman in the doorway, who immediately stopped laughing and
caught the roll in one hand, and then took a bite out of it. Around a mouthful
of bread, she grinned. “Your aim is off, Lina. You’re out of practice.”
Lina’s face reddened. “What the Hell
are you talking about my aim, Naga? Your laugh hasn’t gotten any better… and I
thought you were dead!” In a flash, the petite sorceress was at Naga’s side,
pummeling her fist into her startled sometimes-adversary.
As everyone sat watching this
bizarre exchange, Amelia slowly stood and placed both hands flat on the table.
“Lina… will you please get off of my sister?” She said in a tightly controlled
voice.
Everyone who did not know this fact
(including Zelgadis, Jedah and Sylphiel) turned to stare disbelievingly at
Amelia. Gourry only nodded sagely. “The resemblance is striking, isn’t it?”
Lina let go of Naga to round on
Gourry. “How did you figure it out??”
Gourry held up a finger. “Easy. When
she started to laugh and you cringed in your seat, I knew that it had to be
either your sister Luna, or the woman that you traveled with before you met me.
Because she had a bigger chest, I was pretty sure that she wasn’t Luna. So that
meant that she was Naga… and I knew that Naga was the middle name of the elder
Princess of Saillune.”
This time it was Gourry’s turn to be
pummeled by Lina. “What are you saying about my chest?!”
Naga walked up to the table and
draped herself in a chair. “How long has it been, Amelia?” She looked to a
servant, who immediately ran off to fetch the elder princess copious amounts of
food.
Amelia sat quietly, looking across
to her sister. “It’s been about a month. Father and I weren’t expecting you to
come back to us so quickly…”
Naga waved it off as Lina returned
to her seat, muttering under her breath. “The clerics were all very kind, and
thought that I could do the last of my convalescing here at home.”
“Can you…” Amelia began.
“No,” came Naga’s reply, almost
immediately.
Lina looked up, gaze traveling from
younger sister to older sister. “Eh… let her stay, Amelia. She may be a pain,
but she’s your family.” There’s something I’m missing here…
Naga started the ear-splitting
laugh. “For once, Lina, I’ll let your insults slide.”
The rest of lunch was just as
interesting.
Amelia retired to her chambers
early, unable to put up with everything that had happened in the past
twenty-four hours. She passed it off as being tired, and as she closed the door
to her private rooms, she closed her eyes and leaned on the door. Damnit! She
ranted to herself. I was so close…
she’s becoming herself again, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it! Why did he
come back? I knew Zelgadis wasn’t dead… but why didn’t he just go? I am never
going to be free of this!
A hand caressed her cheek, and her
blue eyes snapped open. “Xellos…” She said quietly, knowing that he savored the
disgust she felt at his touch.
He smiled darkly, resting his hand
on her shoulder with surprising force. “What’s going on, Amelia? We had an…
arrangement, you and I. You said that you could handle it. And now Zelgadis is
back. This puts a… cramp in my plans, I’m sure you realize…”
Amelia gritted her teeth, trying not
to wince at the pain in her shoulder from his grip. “I’m doing what I can,
Xellos. If you want Lina so badly, why don’t you just take her away yourself?”
She tore herself free, moving swiftly across the room. This was his little game
with her, to scare her and try to force her to darken enough so that he could
corrupt her. Well, no way, Xellos. I’m not the foolish young girl that I was
three years ago when we made that deal. I’ll find a way to defeat you… with or
without Lina Inverse.
“You know my reasons, Amelia. We made a deal. I expect the princess of Saillune to keep her end of the bargain. After all… no-one would want to know that the youngest princess of Saillune was a…”
She spun around, angry heat flashing
into her eyes. “What? That you lay in my bed at night and I am forced to endure
it? Get out of here, Xellos. It’s not time for you to be here yet.” She sat on
the bed, fighting the tears that she knew would fall.
With a sarcastic laugh, Xellos faded
from the room.
Outside the door, the listener
frowned. The entire exchange had been overheard, and soon something would have
to be done. But not yet… a trap would have to be set… The eavesdropper turned
and moved silently out of the rooms in search of the one person capable of
setting a trap for the Trickster Priest: Lina Inverse.