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"Baby Series 2"Written By: Karina
Spoilers: None Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing or the
Characters from the series but the baby is mine. Pairing: Treize + Lucrezia Notes: Challenge 40. Baby Series 2 #87. Takes
place after Waltz.
Spirit Talk
“They were not my favourite evenings entertainment though I admit the intrigue to be found beneath their formality was to my liking. It was a pity most of the players were concerned with personal gain.” “Of that we are all guilty. Dorothy is enjoying herself entirely too much for my liking” “Dorothy is singularly unique. With my cousin, you worry when she is silent. Should she ever frown whilst smiling a small, secret smile, it is advisable to run. Very quickly. What was it you objected to the most about these affairs?” “You will laugh.” She watched the couple effortlessly navigate between the dancers imagining herself held in those strong arms, drinking in the vital warmth and scent uniquely Zechs. “A gentleman never laughs at a lady.” “At least not to her face.” She lowered her eyes, unable to watch as they swept by. If she reached out she might touch his sleeve. “No true gentleman would indulge in such behaviour. Tell me.” The dancers swirled to the strains of the waltz, gowns sweeping the floor and everywhere there seemed to be laughing women. Always they laughed in a genteel fashion, no true, honest smiles or laughs amongst them. The best of the trained pack could laugh their false laugh and make it sound real but there was something lacking from the spirit, something vital and alive. Men paraded in their finery competing to be cock of the walk in their own little circle of acquaintances. The sexes mingled, playing the timeless game of tease and test and kept a measured distance. One must always maintain that polite and discrete divide. To trespass beyond the line was to fracture the game and if you broke the game… Social disgrace. She wished she could do more than sigh. “The deception. Everyone intent on deception. Appearing to be something and someone they were not. False smiles, false words… everything false.” He studied her for a time watching as she winced each time the stunning couple swept past them. “That is not the truth.” “It is. Well, most of the truth.” “Tell me.” gently. “Well… it was the dresses. I hated the ball gowns and the way they restricted movement. Romefeller would demand the female cadets wear gowns. Honestly, Treize, what was wrong with pants?” He was a gentleman and thus he did not laugh, instead he smiled and bowed elegantly. “You spirit is indomitable, my dear. Madame Lucrezia Merquise, dance with me and I shall say nothing about the slacks you wear. No one shall see you and thus no one may complain.” “You were always a gentleman, Treize Kushrenada.” “My mother's spirit would not have found rest were I anything other than a gentleman, my dear.” End
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