In response to a challenge...

[zhilbar]

Torches kindled to life on either side of the great hall, throwing flickering shadows over the solid gold floor, the bejeweled walls, the vaulted and frescoed ceiling, but most of all upon the paintings lining each wall. Some seemed prosaic, a bastion of normality in a place where strangeness roamed free; some geometric, a beautiful series of interacting polyhedrons from floor to high ceiling; some excised, as if the painter had used colors the mortal eye could not percieve; some horrific, as if to view them for too long a time would cause the shackles binding a man's sanity to slip and let madness run free...

::Lord Zhilbar appeared without fanfare in the entryway, along with His guest.:: He offered her a seat, and they prepared for the contest that lay before them...

Comments

[zhilbar.livejournal.com]

*Nods approvingly*

Very nice indeed! Just FYI, I annexed Jell-O, custards, mousses, and Cremé Anglaìs quite a while ago. Because I am awesome that way.

Shall we continue?

[leela1.livejournal.com]

You sure are. My turn, right?

*grins mischeviously*

If you had any question - any question at all, that you wanted an answer to, without fear of reprisal - who would it be, and what would you ask?

[zhilbar.livejournal.com]

Will not ask personal questions, it would be inappropriate!

I would ask every female in the entire multiverse that might get the joke:

"What's under a Scotsman's kilt?"

Next.

[leela1.livejournal.com]

Hopefully it's the blue ribbon I tied there earlier while he was sleeping *laughs*

Sorry, don't get the joke, but I do know the song.

*starts humming* ..but I see you've won first prize...

And a true Scotsman would be going regimental, so I'm certain he'd know what I meant.

That would be your question? Out of ALL the questions to ask in the world...that one?

[zhilbar.livejournal.com]

The joke is never as good as the song. It's far better to hear your voice singing.. I am pleased to see that some people still remember the classics.

Still, don't you mean "commando?" I seem to recall another old song that had the regiment provide their own...

"Miss Bailey, since you and I
for all accounts must close,
You shall find a five-pound note
In my regimental smallclothes.

'Twill pay the parson for your grave."
The ghost then vanished gaily, crying
"Bless you, wicked Captain Smith!
Remember poor Miss Bailey!"

And since we seem to have switched this over to a Q&A, I ask you:

Just what would you have Me ask?

*Refuses to hope*

[leela1.livejournal.com]

*Small smile, gets up, walks around to where he is, sits on the table looking at him*

*reaches out, strokes his mustache with her fingers, grins*

I would have you ask...

*she leans over, whispers into his ear*

"When is it the right time to stop being nice, and start being honest about someone you desire"

[zhilbar.livejournal.com]

*Schools Himself to stillness*

*Turns and looks at her with old, old eyes*

My dear, I quite like you and you are a fine figure of a woman. Your charm, wit, and sheer tenaciousness have won My admiration and respect, and you are a woman I could well love, if given a little time and a freed-up option.

However, I shall not do something that My fianceé would find to be betrayal. If you have her blessing, I would be most pleased to do with you whatever you may wish, from naughty fun to having two wives (Though with appropriate body-splitting, you could both Have Me to yourselves, in a way), but failing that, I shall only be your friend. It is likely this is My fault for having played the game a bit too well, and rather too earnestly, for I did not mean to string you along. I never make a bluff I am not willing to call, but as I said... I do not believe in betraying people.

I doubt you would be interested in Me if I was.

[leela1.livejournal.com]

*leans back and laughs*

That was the question I wanted you to ask - I never meant that you had to answer it.

*sobers up, smiling softly - looks him in the eye*

And because we are friends, and because I am honest - I will answer it myself.

I am honest - painfully honest about the people I desire. I am honest with myself in acknowledging that I desire them.

However - that does not automatically mean that I act upon my desires. If you hadn't noticed - I'm more the type to blush, and stammer - and take cold showers rather than to lose a dear and respected friendship. I am more than just my impulses - and I will not be ruled by my desires. There is far more to me than that. Which of course makes me a horrible fangirl.

However, since the subject has been brought up - should YOU ever discuss it with your fiance, and receive her agreement - look me up sometime.

*wink*

Your turn. Truth or Dare?

[zhilbar.livejournal.com]

*smiles*

My dear, you would most certainly be worth it. I shall have to ask at some point, to be sure.

In the meantime... Dare.

[leela1.livejournal.com]

I dare you to make Blue Flame incapable of picking me up ever again without my express given opinion; without changing my height, weight, etc.

Don't look at me like that. It was either that or daring you to put Legolas back. Your choice, Dragon.

[zhilbar.livejournal.com]

Very well. If a being known as Blue Flame attempts to pick you up, he shall freeze up until he ceases trying.

Mind you, this doesn't stop Me, or My lieutenant Blue Frame, but them's the breaks, eh?

*Smiles innocently*

[leela1.livejournal.com]

DAMMIT! Next dare...you wait.

*grumbles*

Well, what's your dare.

[zhilbar.livejournal.com]

Well, since I firmly believe in having every dare benefit Me, I would quite like to see how you would look in this:



*Provides said dress in her size, sans model, and respectfully turns His back*

[leela1.livejournal.com]

hmm..ok..
*gets off table, walks around to clothes. She leaves her white corset on, but slips off her sneakers, and socks. Then unbuttons, unzips her bluejeans. Pulling those off her thighs, down her legs, she bends over and steps out of them.*

*Clad only in white corset and thong, she folds her jeans carefully, she unlaces the back of the dress, lifts it up over her head and lets it slid down, onto her, over the corset, down to the floor.

*Making small adjustments, she smooths down the waist, fluffs up the sleeves*

Zhilbar? You are gonna have to help me. I can't lace the back up alone.

[zhilbar.livejournal.com]

Certainly, My dear.

*Comes around to her back to help her, notes thong as His hands tremble slightly, then steady out as He does her up the back*

There you are. Care to turn around and show off?

[leela1.livejournal.com]

*leans forward, pulling her hair over her shoulder letting it drape down, and puts hands on the table as he starts lacing up the back of the dress. Shivers slightly as she feels his fingers brush the corsetting ribbons and the skin underneath while he tugs and tightens the laces around her body.

Once he's finished, she runs her fingers through her hair, letting it fall naturally, and turns to face him.

Well? *small, nervous smile* How do I look?

[zhilbar.livejournal.com]

...

*Stunned, jaw drops slightly*

...

Breathtaking.

Please, keep it, as My gift to you. I cannot imagine you not owning this dress.

[leela1.livejournal.com]

*feels suddenly shy at the look on his face*

*looks down at the dress, admiring the beauty of the color, and the style*

*looks back up at him, smiling brightly*

I absolutely love it! Thank you sooo much! Impulsively hugs him in thanks.*

*pulls away, looking down at the dress, twirls around in a circle on the floor, holding the skirt of the dress off the floor and dancing barefooted, laughing*

[zhilbar.livejournal.com]

*Is utterly charmed by the sight of her twirl, and wonders about...*

Hmm... this may bring up the next point to consider!

*Glint in His eye*

Truth or Dare?

[leela1.livejournal.com]

Um, last time we did dare, right?

Yes, we did. OK, I go for truth this time.

*smiles*

[zhilbar.livejournal.com]

I had thought you might.

Well, in this case, My action remains unchanged!

*Concentrates*

::The hall dissolves around them, leaving only a white marble dance floor stretching as far as the eye can see, with nothing but night sky and a silvery moon overhead::

*Zhilbar grins, suddenly dressed appropriately*

Do you care to dance with the Dragon by the pale moonlight?

[leela1.livejournal.com]

*curtsies low and gracefully*

*rising up she stretches out her hands*

Most definitely, My Lord Zhilbar

[zhilbar.livejournal.com]

*Bows low, rising upright smoothly*

*Takes both of her hands in His, leads her out a bit, takes her in His arms and begins the dance*

I have wanted to do this for some time.

((Should something like Sixpence None the Richer's "Kiss Me" be sourcelessly playing in the background, do you think?))

[leela1.livejournal.com]

*smoothly flows into his arms, lightly stepping, twirling with him out on the floor.*

*thanking her Dad's memory for getting her years of dance and gymnastics lessons*

*This, this in enchanting, Zhilbar*

[zhilbar.livejournal.com]

*Smiles as He feels her move so lightly in His arms, enjoying the sensations of the dance*

*Spins her with a flourish, while saying:*

To make of every moment a perfect jewel to be treasured for all time... That is the way to live!

*Holds her close, face to face, and adds just a touch of tango*