Playing the Fool

Chapter 24.5

(Warning this is just cheesy, and if you don't like cheese just skip this part)

Leaning back Charlie looked down at his hands, he was fading for real this time and he knew it. 

'I mean come on, a bullet through the heart? Really, that wouldn't have taken me down if I hadn't let it.'

He thought slowly getting to his feet, Charlie had one last thing to do before he gave that poor girl his place as the current London. Just one last thing... then he'd finally let go. D.C. was going to be fine now, over all he didn't mind giving up is existence to save his cousin except for one thing...

Stepping though the bubbles of current dreams, Charles Kirkland stopped in front of one in particular. With a sad smile, Charlie stepped inside.

"Safira... Safira it's me, love."

Charlie called softly, slowly a pair of beautiful blue eyes turned to him in the darkness burning a hole in his heart. Reaching out to mentally take her hand, Charlie lifted it slowly to place a gentle kiss on the glove covered back of her hand.

"Charlie it's really you, I've been waiting for the day you would enter my dreams again..."

Safira said in her usual monotone voice, but her eyes burned with an intense fire as Charlie drew her closer.

"It has been too long my love, and I must say your as radiant as ever even in you night gown..."

Shivering slightly as Charlie ran his hand from her shoulder to the small of her back, Safira blushed as he took her other hand and placed it on his shoulder.

"Would you honor me... with this dance?"

Charlie asked in a hushed tone, violin music began to play in the back ground after Safira nodded. With a gentle smile, Charlie brought her closer as they swayed around the floor. 

"We haven't done this in centuries my love, that is far too long a time to be unable to hold you in my arms..."

Charlie whispered in a hushed tone, as if saying a word too loud would break this spell. Safira's blush only got worse when Charlie dipped her, their faces year inches apart.

"May I kiss you my lady?"

Charlie asked in a low voice, nodding Safira closed her eyes as their lips met. It was purely a gesture of warmth and love. Leaning them back up so they were standing straight again, Charlie looked down at his beautiful and very dangerous lady. Safira was as beautiful now as she was on the battle field where they had first met, and she'd first tried to kill him. 

"I must go now Safira, I pray we shall meet again some day..."

"Must you really go, can't this dream last forever? I don't want to lose you again Charlie..."

Safira whispered, her grip on his shirt tightening slightly. Charlie sighed, running one hand thorough her hair in a soothing gesture.

"I wish I could stay, but my time as the capital London is over... even if I could return there is another already here waiting for her turn as England's capital. It would not be fair to her if I stayed, you understand this Safira?"

Nodding she still would not let go, Charlie smiled down at her.

"Think of it not as good bye my love, but as until we met again... I love you Safira, I always have. My only regret in this life was not telling you sooner... farewell my love, until we meet again..."

Charlie's voice whispered softly echoing around her as he faded away, leaving her alone with only a ring in her hands. 

(To be continued...)

(Sorry sorry, we'll get back to the main program in the next chapter. I just wanted to try writing a romantic scene, and wanted to give Charlie a proper good bye. This is not my strong suit in writing so sorry) (.///.)