At the end of the song, I swiftly departed from Dax's grip and headed towards the lounge chairs at the side of the hall, taking a glass of whatever from a server on my way.
I couldn't help but chuckle at the irony that I had just let the hands that had murdered my mate lead me around the dancefloor. Yet the one I ached to stab my blade into was someone else.
"Are you alright?" Dax stood beside the chair, nodding his head in greeting to a joyful passerby.
"No," I replied honestly, before taking a deep, long drink. My eyes skimmed the room, taking in the various species and cultures all blended together, just enjoying themselves, grateful to survive another year in peace.
Envy crept up inside, making the tangy drink taste bitter.
I wanted nothing more than to be one of them, blissfully ignorant.
"Can I do anything?" Dax asked eventually, grabbing a drink from a passing server and giving it to me, taking my now empty cup.
I really wanted to write her stabbing Lex in the eye, just for kicks... I may have then deleted it...
How would you feel in her shoes? Is six hundred years of groveling and having fun under fake pretense enough to make up for murdering your husband?
Yeah... should have really written it as she stabbed him in the eye.
Since she lost the babe, you'll notice there's a slight change in the way I write (from her perspective) not to mention, there's a lighter tone due to the change in atmosphere. I want to explain this as her bottling up her emotions and using them as fuel. Occasionally the emotions will spill out. After all, this is not the healthiest way to deal with these both fantastical and yet still mundane, life dramas. She is still a heavily flawed character...
I also want to point out that although it seems like she has a golden finger, with men fawning over her, there's a method to the madness and a reason behind everything.
You have to keep reading to understand what I mean ;)