Does she dream when her cerulean eyes are closed?
I wonder sometimes. Gabrielle only pauses long enough to note that the eyes, in all her stories, are the eyes of Xena. And that writing in first person is more revealing… Then she continues jotting down the words, putting down the feelings she can barely acknowledge in daylight… I watch her body relax, her breathing become peaceful… She is beautiful and deadly, she is strong and wounded. Now, with the amber flames casting shadows on her face… I know that I love her. Gabrielle gets up from her perch by the window and moonlight, moving closer to Xena in the bed. She studies the warrior princess, as she has many times before… This time, Gabrielle allows herself to go slowly in her looking. Ivory skin that looks inviting, lips just slightly parted… how sweet the breath leaving her body… Muscles used for war, now in repose… Arms that can pull one back from death can just as easily hold a friend in the night. I know these arms. I know how they feel wrapped about my waist. And
